Two months. Two days. And another year.
Eight weeks since I last wrote on this. Another year. I'm sixteen (and two days) now... and right now, there's not much of a difference from being fifteen. Except for another year. I've noticed that events are cyclic. Nevertheless, at this moment, I'm proud to say I've survived:
School. and work. Schoolwork. Which is terrible especially for the Seniors who have a lot of things to do and not a lot of time.
the UPCAT. which is a statement in itself. (I took a picture of Palma Hall and made it my cell phone's wallpaper. For motivation.)
Being in a room full of guys. which was daunting, overwhelming, funny, and fun all at the same time. Talk about culture shock. XD
Filling out college application forms, writing essays about significant experiences and the like.
Getting beat up.
Four taxi rides in one day for really important things. Which made me feel accomplished at the end of the Day.
Pinoy, English, Economics, Physics and Math (so far).
(my own incoherence. sorry.)
So... I'm sixteen and two days (and counting). Here's to surviving living.
School. and work. Schoolwork. Which is terrible especially for the Seniors who have a lot of things to do and not a lot of time.
the UPCAT. which is a statement in itself. (I took a picture of Palma Hall and made it my cell phone's wallpaper. For motivation.)
Being in a room full of guys. which was daunting, overwhelming, funny, and fun all at the same time. Talk about culture shock. XD
Filling out college application forms, writing essays about significant experiences and the like.
Getting beat up.
Four taxi rides in one day for really important things. Which made me feel accomplished at the end of the Day.
Pinoy, English, Economics, Physics and Math (so far).
(my own incoherence. sorry.)
So... I'm sixteen and two days (and counting). Here's to surviving living.