It’s been ten days since my freshman year ended and I already miss it – a lot. I miss rushing to the bus stop every morning trying to catch the bus to school. Of course, I miss my friends, too. The way we laugh at things even when everything seems to go wrong. All the hate, all the love, and everything in between; I miss it.
The funny thing is – during the school year – I actually hate going to school. I don’t like writing notes. I don’t like competing with my classmates for grades. And, I don’t like the pressure it puts on my shoulders. Especially now that I’m a scholar, the pressure just got greater. I’m a paranoid so I always worry a lot. Will I be able to maintain my scholarship? Or will I disappoint my family? I really don’t like the idea of one day telling them that I failed.
At school, all I wish is for it to end. Now that I’m home, all I think about is school. There really isn’t much to do. I spend my day sitting in front of this old laptop of mine staring at my Facebook and Twitter page. What else is there to do?
