My year. Our year. It seems like just yesterday that
I received my national exam score in middle school. I remember I cried when I
heard my score. I remember how disappointed I was when I got into 8, not 28 (I
know I sound like a total bitch but 28 has been my dream school since I was
like 6th year in elementary ;_; ). I remember I got thypoid when orientation
day. I remember how I cried almost everyday because 8 is
very-far-and-i-dont-have-any-friends-at-school-and-how-my-friends-at-28-are-doing-very-well-and-i-got-home-very-late.
I remember I fought with my mom about whether to take an extra course or not (I
was upset because any courses after school will make me come home late-er) and
I, remember it was just literally last week that I took photos for my year book
in high school.
How time flies, eh?
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