Like a little puppy,

I look for my way to my new classroom

Those pairs of eyes piercing and looking at me like I'm a ghost

Thoughts came inside my naïve mind.

Will I survive this year?

Can I reach the expectations of my teachers?

This school year passed by in a blur

And I will be a sophomore next year

Sadly I made my teachers disappointed

Then I said to myself I should,

And I will work hard this year

But temptations are really hard to resist

Once they found their way to your life

And that what made me lose focus 

In studying and also in achieving my goal

I am hoping that this school year

I can fight all of the temptations 

That will come in my way

Here I am. In front of our medium sized mirror. New shoes. New bag. New notebooks. Everything is new that it made me excited to use all of them and finish this school year.


 I had to do my hair several times just for it to look perfect. I even tried to put something that can hide my eye bags because I wasn't able to sleep early last night. I guess I was just over thinking things.


I cannot sleep because memories of our school came inside my head and it made me nervous.  I have so many what ifs inside my head that made me over think. What if I make a mistake that nobody will forget?



I wish that I can extend our vacation for 2 more weeks so that I can prepare everything before the school year starts.  But I know I can't. Nobody can.



The moment I stepped out of our service, I felt the excitement rushing through my veins like a Cadillac.  Is this really it? I tried to slap myself, not because I was sleepy, but because I was trying to check if I'm just dreaming or not. I'm already a Junior student.


It was the first day but I felt everyone's excitement as they talked to their friends and classmates. There are unfamiliar faces to me because I'm not that friendly and I don't know everyone in our school.

As usual, the officers will shout 'FALL IN' to tell us that the flag ceremony will start in a few minutes. And all of us will assemble in the basketball court. Then that flag ceremony, I guess, made my day. All the memories came inside my head. I really missed my school.


When we were asked to get a sheet of one-fourth paper and write our names and our section there, I clumsily wrote 8- Fluorine. I laughed inwardly. How I wish I can be an 8F student again. Because that section made me realize things that made me better. But I know that Mrs. Malimban, alongside with other Grade 9 teachers will make this school year awesome.


Everything seems perfect on our first day of school.


And I'm looking forward to the next months that I will be spending in our schoool, I hope I can spend more time here with them.

| I'M NOT A SOPHOMORE ANYMORE |