After the last three grueling days of the school year (I wanted to say worthless but...) the whole campus went on a rampage! Students were hooting and were running down the ramp just to get out of the confines of the school and head for the first flight to Paris. It was a spectacular moment, considering the fact that our teachers were all smiles about it during the entire process. Most people were reminiscing while others were getting excited and impatient (when is the bell going to ring?! It's like, two minutes already! Darn it!)...
Monday... nothing special, except the usual wearing of gala uniforms...
Tuesday... nothing exciting really, just the fact that the Pag-asa gave us a little treat! It looked like you were reading from a comic book! Instead, you're reading an article about Cupid, who won the award during the Juniors' Prom and an obviously cut story that people so happened to crave for! But it was still really sweet of them to go that far with the printer to publish it like that...
Wednesday was, and I'm sad to say, a whole day (we thought that there would be farewell program made by the teachers... but I think they were busy due to the exams...). When the bell rung, signifying that it lunch time, the third year students were hooting in their classrooms. We, on the other hand, were busy trying to concentrate on writing letters for our teachers.
Going back to the present situation, we didn't have our Christian Humanism period since Ma'am Irene was not there because of the Seniors' Ball (they're graduating... CONGRATS!). So, we decided to use that time to plan our Farewell Party. Moments later, our beloved Sir ---- dropped by and asked for the letters recently made by us. Everyone was shrieking after two seconds of awestruck silence! He happened to wear a t-shirt the same color as our wonderful second mother! Everyone was screaming and jumping for dear life!
Good-bye Sophomore life, and hello Junior (not that I'm excited about it or anything...)!!! I sure am going to miss you...
Another year to correct the things you've done wrong, another year to kill you of your strength, another year to kill someone in turn to lessen the burden (I mean that figuratively... not literally...)! That's high school... enjoy every moment of it...
Bye!
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