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Name: Esther Grace T. Batungbacal
Age: 18 years young.
Likes: Soccer, Figure-skating, Debate, Reading, and Milkshakes.
About Me: If you did it, I did it before. If you got it, I had it.
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title: Officially Seniors
date: Monday, June 8, 2009
time:Monday, June 08, 2009
First day of school, and my first day as a senior. My sister drove me to school today since my parents are in Australia. I was excited yet slightly nervous. Okay maybe less on the excitement, because I realized that I had dragged my feet all the way to my section this morning.

It still pains me that all my close friends are in section one, and I was put in section eight. Talk about major isolation. That's not all; my heart felt heavy when I saw that I had no friends in section 8. Most of the people in that same section are those whom I had controversies with, and the aura was heavy. Tension was in the air.

I met my adviser, and she seemed strict. I plan on getting to know her better though. I still feel sad that all my friends are far away. Environment is a big factor when it comes to education. If the environment is not healthy.. Well we can expect the worst and hope for the better.

I spent recess and lunch with Camille, Chelene, and Talia. They're all in section one. The moment the bell rang, I dashed out of my classroom and walked briskly down the hall. Section one's very far from my classroom, and I can't help but wonder if the distance will be a big factor.

Deep down, I know that my friends and I wouldn't be as close anymore, because of the distance. Sure, I can eat with them each day, but spending the entire day with them in the same classroom is a huge difference. If only..

I'm fully prepared with my studies. I plan to work hard and hopefully be part of the honors this school year. We already have homeworks and quizzes for tomorrow, and I plan to get moving. Altercations and disputes won't hinder me from doing my work with excellence. Mediocrity's so out of the question.

I also plan to be friendly with ALL my classmates, even if it would be difficult. Please pray that I make new friends. It is hard to love your enemies, but I'm the kind of person who gives people the benefit of the doubt. Hopefully my classmates accept me for me, and vice versa.

9 hours every day, for one whole school year. Ten months.. Ten months to go..


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