Junior High

I'm still going to blame my hormones why I slept late last night. However, not only that, I think my far too much excitement has gone high that I finally slept in peace at three in the morning. Why was I excited? It's my Junior High day! It's my third year studying at SACS and I feel like I'm just getting started. I couldn't believe this is me now, I mean, I used to be that shy fresher at the canteen waiting for somebody to talk to him.

But now things have changed!

Negatively though, sometimes positively.

I rushed to school this morning as I was excited—pretty much!—to see my school friends that I haven't seen for two months; sadly though, we're now sorted to different sections. After coping up with what we missed last summer, we had our daily Morning Praise (I missed this!) and went directly to our respective classrooms. Luckily for me—unlike most of my friends who are slightly complaining with their new classmates—I have the good sorts, let alone my adviser. She's pretty much determined with her job—I'm not comparing—and she encourages us with everything we're going through. I guess it's safe to say that she's of good sort. After all the jazz, I'd arranged to meet Karrah at the canteen every recess time, which she thoroughly agreed; even though the canteen would be flocked by Senior students sometimes.

Now this is the negative thing I always want to talk about. When I went home I was constantly disappointed with what's happening: the front door has been fixed, but I washing the dishes every now and then is practically out of bounds. I don't think I deserve it. No, before you think of course I'm not being lazy! I know this minute (inspired by Ms. Mary) task is a basic for every growing teenagers, I think—oh, I'm tired of this life!