i don’t like him anymore.
- justin: *explains about cheap binder paper at staples*
- me: holy shet reallly? are they college ruled?
- justin: no. they're preschool ruled!!
You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors
It’s the morning of your very first day
And you say hi to your friends you ain’t seen in a while
Try and stay out of everybody’s way
It’s your freshman year and you’re gonna be here
For the next four years in this town
Hoping one of those senior boys will wink at you and say
“You know, I haven’t seen you around before”
- piinayxpriincess: Gitchie Gitchie Goo <3
- piinayxpriincess: XDDDD
- ShesThatKid: ily too xD
I don’t know if anyone will ever read this, but its nice every now and then to let your feelings out. Now enough of my rambling, lets get started! :]I can’t believe high school is starting in merely two weeks. And I can’t believe that orientation is next Friday. It seemed like just last week that I was begging my mom to leave me alone on my first day of PreSchool. All the other little kids were begging their parents not to leave them, and I laugh to this day. I was so different. But I also don’t remember making friends during my pre school year. I wouldn’t remember something like that. And then one year later I’m going into Kindergarten at Mater Dolorosa School! I made tons of new friends, and back at the time, I didn’t realize that it was these people who would make me who I am today. Kindergarten’s perfect description in my world is: first best friends, independence, first crush, and the start of your future. Nicole Rivas was my first best friend. I remember going over to her house, playing with her neighbors, and meeting her little sister. I never talk to her anymore, she lives in Florida now… and I have no phone number, email, or anything. It makes me sad, but that’s in the past, and I hope that she’s in my future somehow. I remember my first crush like it was yesterday, and there’s no need to say names. :) First grade is where I met the best teacher in the world, Mr. John Chapman. He was the nicest, funniest, and most sincere teacher ever. He had pet names for a lot of people, and I just so happened to be his little princess. He gave me my first library card, and came to my birthday party before he went fishing. I will never ever forget Mr. Chapman. And its at this time where I start tearing up as I write this, since I remember that tragic day my mom came home crying, telling me, “Patay na si Mr. Chapman.” If you can’t understand Tagalog, that means ‘Mr. Chapman is dead.’ Okay, enough about that. So school went by, and the grades came and went. Friends were made, and betrayed. People left, people came. I remember how Jessica Dy became one of my best friends, and we always ‘roleplayed’ during recess. Teen Titans, The Incredibles, Cinnamoral, and DN Angel. Oh, I’m not going to talk to much about her, cause I could go on and on and on.. Maybe I’ll make a whole post dedicated to her sometime. Up until sixth grade, I was at home. My second home, Mater Dolorosa School.
And most people know that tragic story of my second home closing. I’m sure you don’t want to hear the same thing over and over again. So I’ll end it here. And my next entry should be about…
All Souls School. :)