The sem's about to end now. I wonder why the weather has to be like this. It only makes me sad-er. I should be really excited because sembreak's a few days away. I am excited, somehow. But there's a part of me that just really feels sad that soon I have to say buhbye to things I feel like I've already got used to and loved. Some things may still be the same next sem, of course. But the fact that some definitely will change is enough to trigger a nostalgia attack.
I wonder if I'd still have two boys to go home with next sem. Going home with Phillip and Paul on monday and thursday late afternoons is such a big thing for me. There was this time when I happened to sit beside a guy who was talking to himself and was jerking from time to time. If I was just by myself that time, the experience could have been traumatic, not the laughing matter that it is now. If it weren't for both Paul and Phillip, I'd be cursing the long ride home; the sight of full fx's and jeepneys; and the darkness that starts to invade Philcoa after 5:30 pm.
I wonder if there'd still be someone who'd stay in the danger side when we cross the street. I wonder if there'd still be someone rocking my chair during discussions or writing convos on the last page of my notebook. I wonder if there'd still be people I'd eat hot monay and taho with before going home.
I wonder if I'd still make friends with the upperclass. I sure would, right? Ahahaha. Upperclass in my classes this first sem were really nice. Perhaps most are to freshmen. Most kuyas and ates I got to know are cool to talk with. They make you feel like they know more than you do but they're always willing to share whatever. Of course, there were some that I never really got to talk with. But I love them just as well. Haha. Echos.
I wonder if I'd still have seatmates to laugh my heart out with. My seatmates in Bio1 and Eng1 are the best. The seatmates of my seatmates are, too. Hehe.
I wonder if there'd still be someone so cheesy he'd offer to do something totally not in his sched just so I won't forget about him after the sem. Or someone who'd be with me in idolizing the author of the book we'd be using (if the author's worth idolizing, that is). Or someone who'd whole-heartedly agree with me when I say that the class is a blood-giving program (or whatever you call that).
I wonder if I'll put my blocmates here.
I shall not. I shall be with them forever. Err, at least I want to. (Cheesy na kung cheesy! Haha.)
I wonder if there'd still be people I'd sit with in class; bump into somewhere; try to say hi to and look in the eye only to realise they're trying to avoid contact; trying to pretend not to recognize. Ohh, there'll always be people like that. I like them, actually. Trying to connect with those kind of people is rewarding.
I really hope the next sem would be as good as or better than my first. I'm not yet over first sem, though. I've never loved going to school this much. First sem's such a blast.
Sembreak, of course, will be one huge party.
[I have so much more to say. But I'm really tired right now.]
I wonder if I'd still have two boys to go home with next sem. Going home with Phillip and Paul on monday and thursday late afternoons is such a big thing for me. There was this time when I happened to sit beside a guy who was talking to himself and was jerking from time to time. If I was just by myself that time, the experience could have been traumatic, not the laughing matter that it is now. If it weren't for both Paul and Phillip, I'd be cursing the long ride home; the sight of full fx's and jeepneys; and the darkness that starts to invade Philcoa after 5:30 pm.
I wonder if there'd still be someone who'd stay in the danger side when we cross the street. I wonder if there'd still be someone rocking my chair during discussions or writing convos on the last page of my notebook. I wonder if there'd still be people I'd eat hot monay and taho with before going home.
I wonder if I'd still make friends with the upperclass. I sure would, right? Ahahaha. Upperclass in my classes this first sem were really nice. Perhaps most are to freshmen. Most kuyas and ates I got to know are cool to talk with. They make you feel like they know more than you do but they're always willing to share whatever. Of course, there were some that I never really got to talk with. But I love them just as well. Haha. Echos.
I wonder if I'd still have seatmates to laugh my heart out with. My seatmates in Bio1 and Eng1 are the best. The seatmates of my seatmates are, too. Hehe.
I wonder if there'd still be someone so cheesy he'd offer to do something totally not in his sched just so I won't forget about him after the sem. Or someone who'd be with me in idolizing the author of the book we'd be using (if the author's worth idolizing, that is). Or someone who'd whole-heartedly agree with me when I say that the class is a blood-giving program (or whatever you call that).
I wonder if I'll put my blocmates here.
I shall not. I shall be with them forever. Err, at least I want to. (Cheesy na kung cheesy! Haha.)
I wonder if there'd still be people I'd sit with in class; bump into somewhere; try to say hi to and look in the eye only to realise they're trying to avoid contact; trying to pretend not to recognize. Ohh, there'll always be people like that. I like them, actually. Trying to connect with those kind of people is rewarding.
I really hope the next sem would be as good as or better than my first. I'm not yet over first sem, though. I've never loved going to school this much. First sem's such a blast.
Sembreak, of course, will be one huge party.
[I have so much more to say. But I'm really tired right now.]
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