Indeed, you saw it right, the 'Power of the Dream' by Celine Dion - our graduation theme song. It really does reflect my determination for the past four years of being a highschool student. I just wish I won't cry although I feel nothing much anymore, it's like I just want to because you can't easily forget the good fun memories with them and the power of getting this task accomplished as you reach for your ambitions.
For this past days, all we've done when going to school now is practice baccalaureate songs and the march. All we do is sing and my throat is beginning to sore. Next week, they said they would definitely change the sessions and change it to the marching as I face the consequence of getting fried up by the sun. I should cherish it because it is the last time that I'll see my classmates together. It was hard for me so I am forced to do it always half-heartedly. What do you think?
The same time as our teachers begin to give our freshly-checked test papers with our scores. So far I got good grades compared to my laziness last quarter. I even wondered why I got good grades even though I'm a bit laidback and just review later than usual (I'm pertaining the way I review when I was still at my Elementary life). I was, obviously, proud that I got good grades than those who spent their whole day revisioning stuffs related to the exam. Well, I think it's ordinary to say that I'm a bit confident to myself. It was a good turn for me as I'm a bit looking forward of a good general average. How stupid of me.
And our journalism professor finally gave us our research papers and believe it or not, my group got the highest score. I grin. I procrastinated this project, I admit. I've done loads more than my members - maybe that's the personal pressure of the head researcher and I despise plagiarism so I need to edit some of my member's assignments (Note: I check and hunt them everywhere). Now I'm beginning to highlight my confidence again, although I think that's natural to be proud. It was more than twenty pages, which our teacher demands, and I'm quite lucky to choose a good topic, although it disrespects some aspects in life. But it was a great experience to tackle one of the mysteries that you know has certain loopholes - well, it's not unknown already.
It's a wild life, you get cooked into dangerous situations before you get the flag and tag the winning plane. I guess I'm just learning or developing to reach the power of my dreams; I just need to be more studious because I'm totally not.
For this past days, all we've done when going to school now is practice baccalaureate songs and the march. All we do is sing and my throat is beginning to sore. Next week, they said they would definitely change the sessions and change it to the marching as I face the consequence of getting fried up by the sun. I should cherish it because it is the last time that I'll see my classmates together. It was hard for me so I am forced to do it always half-heartedly. What do you think?
The same time as our teachers begin to give our freshly-checked test papers with our scores. So far I got good grades compared to my laziness last quarter. I even wondered why I got good grades even though I'm a bit laidback and just review later than usual (I'm pertaining the way I review when I was still at my Elementary life). I was, obviously, proud that I got good grades than those who spent their whole day revisioning stuffs related to the exam. Well, I think it's ordinary to say that I'm a bit confident to myself. It was a good turn for me as I'm a bit looking forward of a good general average. How stupid of me.
And our journalism professor finally gave us our research papers and believe it or not, my group got the highest score. I grin. I procrastinated this project, I admit. I've done loads more than my members - maybe that's the personal pressure of the head researcher and I despise plagiarism so I need to edit some of my member's assignments (Note: I check and hunt them everywhere). Now I'm beginning to highlight my confidence again, although I think that's natural to be proud. It was more than twenty pages, which our teacher demands, and I'm quite lucky to choose a good topic, although it disrespects some aspects in life. But it was a great experience to tackle one of the mysteries that you know has certain loopholes - well, it's not unknown already.
It's a wild life, you get cooked into dangerous situations before you get the flag and tag the winning plane. I guess I'm just learning or developing to reach the power of my dreams; I just need to be more studious because I'm totally not.
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