Hero for a Hero

Overseas Filipino Workers or OFWs are considered as great heroes of this generation for they choose to leave their homes to serve their families. They choose to care for other people instead of their own child, a huge sacrifice a mother or a father would make. Yet, their heroic hearts are met with fists and sharp words from the same people they work for. Their rights are muddied and dirtied and yet they still continue to give hope for their families and their country.

OFWs are one of the main reasons why the Philippine economy is still in shape; the foreign money they earn for their families contribute as a huge channel. By remitting their money through Philippine's bank or giving it to a personal courier and delivering it door to door, the Gross-International Reserves (GIR) goes higher and the country's currency becomes stronger. Higher GIR means stronger foreign investments, exchanges, gold, special drawing rights and debt servicing for the country.

Yet, many Filipinos are against sending OFWs because of several poor treatment and harassment reports. They believe that the OFWs should be sent back home and given proper jobs in their own country.

Without OFWs, the country's economy will fall from a great height. There would be a huge decrease in GIR and a huge decrease in the value of our country's currency, taking the whole country lower and lower and lower. The Philippines cannot afford to lose such huge chance or they will yet be given none.

The Philippines also cannot hold more workers, and more people would lose their jobs to give slots for them. This would not help in the economy at all and will even cause more problems in the future if the unemployed decided to rally or commit crimes just to give their families something to fill their stomach.

The Philippine Labor Migration Policy encourages emigration and grants Filipino passports to allow them to enter foreign countries to work. It also institutes policies to establish higher protection and promotion of their welfare. This shows that the country is not oblivious to the cries of their own people.

Instead of decreasing the number of OFWs to work abroad, the country should instead improve their policies, acts, and monitoring to give them more assurance and protection. The country should make more moves to see to it that its people are given respect and treatment that they deserve.

The OFWs sacrifices should not be put to vain yet sending them back would not help much at all. The Filipinos must take action in order to protect those who protects them.

It is the OFWs that saves the Philippines. But who will save the OFWs? No other than the people it serves for: Filipinos themselves.

Romeo and Juliet: INSANITY

So our teacher asked us to make our own ending of Romeo and Juliet, and I thought of this after watching The Evil Within video and played some Assassin's Creed so it's totally insane!

Romeo goes to Juliet’s tomb sees Paris mourning for Juliet. Paris tells him to leave but Romeo asks him nicely to get out of his way. Paris gets angry and draws his sword. Romeo and Paris fight.

Meanwhile, Juliet wakes up. The potion Friar Lawrence gave her, the one who can stop Juliet’s heart from beating for 2 days, made complications in her brain because of the lack of oxygen. It caused her to lose all her memories and made her insane.

Just in time, Juliet sees Romeo killing Paris with a sword. She turns hysterical and grabs for Paris’ fallen sword. Romeo was paralyzed, staring at his feverish lover. Juliet stabs Romeo, then howls insanely. Romeo falls, he could not believe what was happening. He dies of shock and loss of blood.

Friar Lawrence and the watchmen came hurrying for the loud noise coming from Juliet’s howls and hisses. They see Romeo and Paris bleeding on the ground and Juliet wild. The watchmen grabbed the sword from Juliet’s hand and tried to restraint her.

Juliet was put into a cell, with the horror of the Montagues and Capulets, thinking Juliet had come back from the dead and killed Romeo and Paris. Her mind cannot be cured. Juliet managed to escape her cell and started killing people in Verona. Prince Escalus ordered the townspeople to hunt her down, and the Montagues are happy to oblige to avenge their son’s death. The Capulets, feeling sorry for their daughter and a bit ashamed, did not participate. Capulet pleaded Prince Escalus to spare his daughter’s life. The prince agreed if only Juliet would be locked in the deepest dungeons.

Juliet was caught trying to kill Rosaline but Benvolio appeared and shoved Juliet away, making a deep cut in Juliet’s stomach. Benvolio carries Rosaline to safety while Juliet lay in the ground, writhing with pain. Prince Escalus, the rest of the Montague and the townsfolk captured Juliet and locked her in the castle’s darkest and heavily-guarded cell. No doctor dared to heal Juliet’s wound, even after the Capulets’ pleadings.

Soon, Juliet died because of her wound. The Capulets grieved for the deaths, and the townspeople joined them. Even the Montague paid their respects out of pity. Rosaline fell for Benvolio. The Montagues and Capulets ended in a peaceable treaty, neither of them hated each other no more than they once did. The rest of Verona’s days were filled with peace and tranquility. 

The Light In the Darkness, A Voice in the Silence

If I was given a chance to meet a person from the past, I would love to have a conversation with the bravest people I had ever heard of (read of actually): Helen Keller and her teacher, Anne Sullivan. Most of you would have known them, but for those who aren't, Helen Keller is a blind and deaf person. Imagine yourself. What if you were blind and deaf ALL AT THE SAME TIME. Imagine yourself not being able to read, to listen to music, to play video games, and worst of all: to be stuck in eternal darkness and silence? Now, imagine yourself being Anne Sullivan, a teacher who had a very very very bad childhood and past (and had an experience for handicaps too) and was trusted to teach a blind and deaf, not to mention spoiled and bratty, kid some good education and manners?

This, my friend, is a mere act of bravery and courage. What if you were them, would you give up to the harsh cold ways of Fate or would you find the warmth and hearth in an eternal abyss?

<<Since we have to make some sort of conversation script and this is homework, and homework MUST be done and since we have to USE conditional sentences well, yeah.>>

So if I ever had that miraculous chance, our conversation would have been kind of weird since Helen is DEAF so I have to use some kind of Braille-system or write letters on her hand. Just saying.

Me: What if you didn't get sick and lived not handicapped?
Helen: If I was not blind and deaf, I would have been a different person. I cannot tell if I will become a better individual, but this handicap made me stronger and I learned a lot of things about life and dealing with problems that makes you want to give up.
Anne: If Helen was not handicapped, I would not have met her. Helen thought me a lot about patience and love, and she is one of the best students I ever taught.
Me: Do you have any regrets?
Helen: No, I cannot control my fate to be blind and deaf. But maybe just as simple as I should have NOT hurt my baby sister. But maybe if I didn't made these mistakes, I would have been in a different path somewhat or maybe it is just destiny.
Anne: I forgive everyone that caused my family pain and suffering from the past, and I don't regret teaching Helen. In fact, I am proud of her.
Me: What if you haven't met?
Helen: If Anne wasn't my teacher, and there is no other teacher like her in the world, I would still be some spoiled brat who doesn't know etiquette and simple speaking and writing.
Anne: As I had said earlier, Helen had made me a better person, and if I hadn't med her, I would never be speaking to you right now.
Me: What if you gave up on your life?
Helen: Maybe I will never become a better person. If I gave up, I would still be a useless lady with no manners. And I would never had seen the world as it is right now. Not giving up, even if all seems lost is the most important will in your life. It is what makes us human I believe.
Anne: Same as Helen, If I give up, I would have failed and never become a successful and proud teacher as of now. I would never had the chance to change my Fate,a nd would live as pathetic as I had before all of this ever happened.


So MAYBE that's how we'll have a conversation. This idea is pretty much made fast so please don't judge.

International Youth Fellowship

This is an advocacy support video we have to make for our English subject. I actually supported this group, IYF, which is a really amazing and cool association perfect for the youth, no matter what race or gender.
This video contains information about IYF and their official photos on World Camps and seminars ALL OVER THE GLOBE. If you are interested to join IYF, I placed their contact number and email address for the Philippines only. If you are from a different country, you can search Google.

Are You The Stuff that Heroes are Made Of or Are You a Jellyfish In a Skirt?

The How to Train your Dragon series is THE BEST BOOK SERIES EVER.

Probably someone like you would say: "That's childish" or maybe "lame" or maybe even "that book sucks a lot" without even reading it. Well, I tell you people, don't judge a book by its cover. 

Let me give you some preview of the HTTYD series, and maybe, just maybe, you would learn to like it, or maybe even LOVE it. You never know. (Warning: the movie is a bit different to the book series. Okay, maybe not just a bit, A LOT)

First of all, let's introduce the characters:

-Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III - the hope and heir to the Hooligan tribe, a puny red-head that is easily overlooked in a crowd and a bit on the skinny side. Hiccup may be a runt of the Hooligan Tribe, and a bit disappointing for a Chief's son, but he has a heart of a true Hero, a brave young boy who always believes that who you are doesn't matter but what matters most is what you do.

-Fishlegs - an orphan washed up from the beaches of the Hooligan tribe, he is a runt like Hiccup who has asthma and allergies to almost anything. He looks like a seaweed, but he is Hiccup's thoughtful best friend and will never turn his back to his friends.

-Camicazi - a very short female Bog-Burglar with unruly blonde hair untouched by human hands. She is good at almost anything stealthy and reckless. She might be the smallest viking ever, but she is a resilient young woman who never gives up and always there at Hiccup's side.

-Toothless - Hiccup's puny common/garden hunting dragon who is selfish and naughty. He is a spoiled dragon, but is always there on Hiccup's back.

-Chief Stoick the Vast - Oh hear his name and tremble ugh ugh is Hiccup's big, strong, and brave father. Stoick loves his son very much and would do anything to protect him. He has high expectations for his son who would be the Chief someday and maybe he is pushing Hiccup too far, but he always thinks for what is best for Hiccup and for the rest of the tribe, too.

-Snotface Snotlout - he is Hiccup's arrogant, selfish, rude, and very much all the bad things you can think of cousin with an unimaginably large nose. He had always wanted to become the Chief, but his small runt cousin got in his way. He is a great bully to Hiccup and will do anything just to put him down. But even all that, Hiccup still believes that he will change for the better.

-Alvin the Treacherous - He is the main antagonist of the book series, a man who lost his eye, his leg, his arm, his hair, his nose, and his heart. He wants to become the King of the Wilderness and he is Hiccup's archenemy. He is ruthless and vicious and he will kill just to get what he wants.

-Excellinor The Witch - Alvin's scary and backstabbing mother who is very much like her son. She wants Alvin to rule all the Barbaric Archipelago and kill all dragons.

-Furious - He is a Seadragonus Giganticus Maximus who led the dragon rebellion against the humans who enslaved them for years. His heart is broken after Hiccup the III's ancestor, Grimbeard the Ghastly, killed his human companion, and Grimbeard's very own son: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock II. He seeks for revenge and he is determined that he will extinguish the human threat.

-Wodensfang - An old dried up dragon who believed that Hiccup would bring peace to the two races. He decided to join Hiccup to guide him and lead him to the Dragon Jewel, the most powerful stone of all, which can control all the dragons.

This is the setting:
This story happened a long, long time ago, when dragons smaller than your fingernails were jumping mindlessly to the heather and when dragons larger than mountainsides sleep in the watery depths of the sea. The story happened within the Barbaric Archipelago, where vikings lived peacefully, a place full of swordfights, beer drinking, and  merry-making. Everyone was happy, or so we say, until fate decided to change it.

This is a paragraph all about the plot of the series and some conflict:

Hiccup the Third must fight dangerous and large dragons, scary and strong vikings, treacherous witches, collect all the King's Lost Things, and even his father's own expectations to become a Hero and save the dragon race and mankind from extinction. He will learn a lot of things from his past and will face the problems of the past, present, and future. He will face betrayal, failures, self-doubt, and his greatest fears just to save them. He will need to sacrifice everything he has just for the good of many. Hiccup doesn't want to deal with all these problems (which is too  much for a 10-14 year old boy) and he just wants to live a quiet and peaceful life in the archipelago. But sometimes, we have to grow up and we have to fight for what we believe in, even against those you love, and that is the hardest thing you can imagine. Can Hiccup save humankind and dragons from extinction? Would he become the rightful King of the Wilderwest? 

Now if you were Hiccup, can you do all these? Are you the stuff that Heroes are made of or are you a jellyfish in a skirt?

As of now, 9/6/2014, the books, made by Cressida Cowell is in this order:
-How to Train Your Dragon
-How to Be a Pirate
-How to Speak Dragonese
-How to Cheat a Dragon's Curse
-How to Twist a Dragon's Tale
-A Hero's Guide to Deadly Dragons
-How to Ride a Dragon's Storm
-How to Break a Dragon's Heart
-How to Steal a Dragon's Sword
-How to Seize a Dragon's Jewel
-How to Betray a Dragon's Hero
-SOON TO BE RELEASED

(SPOILER ALERT SPOILER ALERT)
In How to Betray a Dragon's Hero, Hiccup tried to face Excellinor the Witch and Alvin the Treacherous with the Alvinsmen to get the Lost Things and save his friends. Alvin had the Dragon Jewel, and is planning to use the power to destroy all dragons. Snotlout had betrayed him by turning him and trapping him, and with this, the captured Dragonmarkers (Hiccup's ally) turned their backs on him. Hiccup, still believed that Snotlout can still be a Hero, did not turn his back. Snotlout released his feelings of jealousy to Hiccup and found the light over the 15 years of darkness. When the Alvinsmen were pursuing them, Snotlout swiftly exchanged his dragon and clothes with Hiccup, much to Hiccup's surprise, and faced the Alvinsmen for Hiccup to escape. Snotlout died, without any Dragonmarkers knowing. He had proved himself to Hiccup, and died a Hero's death. Hiccup believed in Snotlout, and in the end, Snotlout believed in Hiccup and that is one of the crucial, final things that gave Hiccup belief in himself. Hiccup was caught in a strong storm, and the Vampire Spydragon's poison violently seeping his energy, he washed up on unknown shores...

(END OF SPOILERS)

"The making of a Hero is like a making of a sword. How the sword and the Hero must be tested time and time again, and the more fearsome and dreadful the test, the stronger the sword and the Hero, in the end"

"A Hero is forever"

Faith In Humanity Restored

I made this video with original sounds of https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yihc4q8bOCo .

The Other Side

I, myself, is not a pro-gay or pro-lesbian kind of person. I was the kind of person who judge people by how they act and who they are. Normally, if I see a gay/lesbian person, I would cringe in disgust and automatically think: this person is abnormal, I should stay away. I always thought that these people were the black sheep of their family. People who should be ashamed of themselves.

When I saw these video and letter though, my outlook for gay and lesbian people changed.

A letter was written by a father learning that his son was gay:

Dear hypothetically gay son,

You're gay. Obviously you already know that, because you told us at the dinner table last night. I apologize for the awkward silence afterwards, but I was chewing. It was like when we're at a restaurant and the waiter comes up mid-bite and asks how the meal is, only in this metaphor you are the waiter, and instead of asking me about my meal, you said you were gay. I don't know why I needed to explain that. I think I needed to find a funny way to repeat the fact that you're gay... because that is what it sounds like in my head right now: "My son is gay. My son is gay. My son is gay."

Let me be perfectly clear: I love you. I will always love you. Since being gay is part of who you are, I love that you're gay. I'm just trying to wrap my head around the idea. If you sensed any sadness in my silence last night, it was because I was surprised that I was surprised. Ideally, I would have already known. Since you were an embryo, my intent has always been to really know you for who you are and not who I expect you to be. And yet, I was taken by surprise at last night's dinner. Have I said "surprise" enough in this paragraph? One more time: Surprise!

OK. Let's get a few things straight about how things are going to be.

1. Our home is a place of safety and love. The world has dealt you a difficult card. While LGBT people are becoming more accepted, it is still a difficult path to walk. You're going to experience hate and anger and misunderstandings about who you are out in the world. That will not happen here. You need to know with every fiber of who you are that when you walk in the front door of your home, you are safe, and you are loved. Your mother is in complete agreement with me on this.
2. I am still, as always, your biggest defender. Just because you're gay doesn't mean you're any less capable of taking care of and defending yourself. That said, if you need me to stand next to you or in front of you, write letters, sign petitions, advocate, or anything else, I am here. I would go to war for you.
3. If you're going to have boys over, you now need to leave your bedroom door open. Sorry, kiddo. Them's the breaks. I couldn't have girls in my room with the door shut, so you don't get to have boys.
4. You and I are going to revisit that talk we had about safe sex. I know it's going to be awkward for both of us, but it is important. I need to do some research first, so let's give it a few weeks. If you have questions or concerns before then, let me know.

That's enough for now. Feel free to view this letter as a contract. If I ever fail to meet any of the commitments made herein, pull it out and hold me to account. I'll end with this: You are not broken. You are whole, and beautiful. You are capable and compassionate. You and your sister are the best things I have ever done with my life, and I couldn't be prouder of the people you've become.

Love, 
Dad

P.S. Thanks to a few key Supreme Court decisions and the Marriage Equality Act of 2020, you're legally able to get married. When I was your age, that was just an idea. Pretty cool, huh?

(source: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/john-kinnear/dear-hypothetically-gay-son_b_1757663.html)

I'm not saying that you should become a lesbian or a gay. What I'm saying is that:

If you hate lesbians, don't be one

If you hate gay people, don't be one.

If you hate people judging you, then don't be one.

The Hero and The Legacy

I don't really care about people remembering me as something "Great" or "Heroic". Sure, it does sound good, amazing and it makes me feel important (trust me, I don't hear a lot of those things). I don't want to be forgotten, too (I actually have a phobia for that). I want everyone to see me as who I am and not something I'm not. I won't pretend to be 'loving' or 'selfless' just to impress. But thinking about it, having a legacy does sound good... That's if I'll ever have one. I prefer no legacy than a FALSE one.

If people will remember me, I want them to remember me as the kid who always made their spirits glow. Someone who always cheers them up when they're sad. Someone who lightens up the mood with jokes. Someone who can make a hard problem fun. Someone who, even in the darkest of times, remembers how to turn on the light. I want to be someone who causes happiness wherever they go and NOT whenever they go.

"It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness" -Charles Spurgeon.

I also want to be remembered as a person who never gave up on them, who continued to support them even if he declares defeat on himself. A person who says, "You can do it" and someone who made them trust and believe in themselves. A person who believes that he can do better.

"Believe in others. Believe in yourself. If you don't, who will?" - Jon Bon Jovi

"Whatever you want in life, other people are going to want it too. Believe in yourself enough to accept the idea that you have an equal right to it" - Diane Sawyer

"Some people say that I have an attitude- Maybe I do. But I think that you have to. You have to believe in yourself when no one else does-that makes you a winner right there" - Venus Williams

I don't care how people judge me. I don't care if they are impressed or not. You know what I care? I care about how I changed their lives, I care about how God sees me. I care about how I lived my life to the fullest. 

"Don't try to impress people, always be yourself!" - Bella Thorne

You see, having no legacy is ain't that bad. Sometimes, you don't need to be acknowledged to know you're a hero. 

The Heart of A Hero

Heroes..... Since I have two black-white personalities, I have 2 interpretations on who my hero is: ME as in MY COOLEST SELF (no boasting here, note the sarcasm) and EVERYONE (who I believe is the hero of their own stories and somehow, a part of mine too).

If you count fictional characters........ well.... THIS STORY WONT STOP!

But since I can't find anyone worthy and less mainstream enough to call "My Hero"..... why should I look anywhere else? My answer is just within an arm length, LITERALLY.

<-- This is Nicole Mejia, She's 14 and she lives in Maragondon. Actually her house is just a couple of steps away from the school. She likes a lot of corny jokes.

v <---- She's Diana Rose Romano, 14 years old and she lives in Apolonia, Naic. She's a bookworm by heart.

------> v Now, this is Ejy Villanueva, an otaku and she also lives in Naic. She's turning 15 this July. (Speaking of that.....)

That's Princess Buendia, one of the Naic townspeople ans she just turned 14 this June (like me!!) She's a fangirl for Koreans --v

You might think..... WAIT, THEY'RE MY CLASSMATES RIGHT?! Yes, that is cards on the table, but thinking back, why can't your hero be one of your best(est) friends?! This guys here affected half of my current life. They may have different personalities, but that's what makes them special.

Let's start with Nicole. I met her in Grade seven and my first impression of her was: she has her alarm bells ringing. But when we spent time together and got to know each other, I found out that she was nice. She rarely gets into trouble and she's very responsible. Even though we're complaining about things and people, she'll say "Hey, stop. You might get in trouble for that, just let it be". She sort of saved me from a couple of troubles. Besides that, she also happens to make great jokes.

Diana Rose is addicted to books. She's practically living inside pages. Every free time, its either a paperback or a digital e-book. We share tons of likes. Sometimes, when I want to talk about something she can't relate, she lets me talk without complain. I really appreciate that. DR always treats me food and this time, when I was collecting Happy Meal Toys, she gave me this toy FOR FREE. She's really generous and kind.

Ejy on the other hand is sort of like my twin. We agree on the same things and act the same. When I feel like laying down the job and too tired to get up, I just ask her, and she'll hand me the things I need. She understands me, and she's mostly the one who relates/knows what I feel; maybe because she felt them too... We share the same experiences and have lots of fun remembering those.

The last, but not the least, is Princess (Also known as Oh-Great-Teaching-One). When I was in Grade 5, I don't have any friends at all and people don't like me much. But Princess and I spent lots of time with each other and somehow, she got through my shell. She became my first real best friend. Now, we (including the whole clan of D'Arvits) spend lots of time together. She's the only one 'patient' and 'generous' enough to keep teaching me Mathematics and Anal Geom, without her, I may not have passed a couple of exercises.

Without them, without my friends, I may not be the same Maysa as the one who's typing here. These people who affected my life so much, are my 'heroes'. They may not be soldiers or someone who had saved a life, they still have the heart of a hero. And somehow, that is the one that counts.

High School's Phases

The Sixth Grade Graduation

was not simply the end.

For a new phase of my life

had just started again.

New and familiar faces

in a divergent room.

Unventured topics in books

waiting to be unfurled.

The Freshman year, the rookies,

mindless innocent babes.

Followers of every rule,

aiming for perfection.

The days of the Sophomores

were about tournaments.

All of the competitions

each planned for victory.

The Ninth Grade of the Juniors:

the "almost at the peak".

Spanish language and Research,

milestones to be surpassed.

The next will be the Seniors,

mighty and respected.

The power over events,

will all be in our hands.

And thus we do great efforts

for us to move onward.

We knew that after high school,

life would just be fiercer. 

That First Day of School is Always....

Actually, I wasn't really looking forward to school. I mean, why choose waking up early and doing the same things all over again and have quizzes and projects every day?! Its not like I have something to look forward to like um... good looking (coughs) boys. And why choose school between the magnificence of summer: waking up at 8 and going back to sleep again, eating everything you want in the refrigerator, having 24-7 access to the internet, and having an air conditioned room?

But can I do anything about it? NO. I need to go to school whether I like it or not. Which kind of sucks, no offense.

And so there I was at school, greeting old friends who sound pretty much excited about speaking Spanish but complaining at the same time. The only Spanish word I knew, besides the numbers, is Exploradora. And it doesn't even count, since everyone who watched Dora the Explorer in their childhood knows that.

But what really pissed me off at the first day of school was the flag ceremony. We stood there in direct sunlight in summer EXERCISING. The people around me and I started grumbling and complaining about the heat. The exercise lasted for about 5 MINUTES and we were sweating like pigs. And then after that was the speeches. Yes, that's right with the S. And I was like....

I'm pretty impressed my schoolmates lasted that long (last year was full of fainting and drama). 

And of course comes the hard part: introducing yourself. I kind of like introducing myself because I'm more of a self-centered person, but I was not talking about the "Class, please introduce yourself" kind. I was talking about HOW you introduce yourself and HOW you act at the first day of school. I really tried to shut up and stay quiet and serious but my gut kept telling me to make jokes since my classmates were so nervous and silent. You see, I kind of trusted my gut since it saved me a couple of times. 

Personally, I really want to make my classmates laugh because it makes me happy. What is school for without having any fun, right? You could have just chose homeschooling. I just wanted them to feel comfortable and happy, and I feel like that's my job (or fate, to be dramatic). But I think I really made a bad impression about me being a noisy and troublesome kid. I just wish people would try to learn who I really am and why I do things before judging me. (I do admit, my voice is a bit loud. But how would they hear it if its not loud?)

Okay back to the subject... So the day was going fine and then this happened:

It was very hard to think of something COOL (I live a legacy of coolness. One lame move and you're out). And then I chose Phoenix as my name, since that is my CODE NAME and my gamer friends call me that. Another reason is that when I choose 'Maysa' I can't think of any cool adjective that starts with a letter M. I decided to go with 'playful' but then my other classmate chose that. Then the teacher said that we need to memorize the names of the ones before us. Everybody lost their minds. I scrunched up my mind for an adjective because I don't want to memorize all that names and I'm not good at memorizing.

I ended up with "Powerful Phoenix" because it is sort of true since I can SOMETIMES manipulate people to do what I want to do. And I'm really a tough player to beat in some games.

We had lots of fun after that since my classmates were starting to calm down and relax. The teachers were okay too, since we didn't get scolding for being noisy at the first day. Except for that silent boy who never EVER talks, everyone was cool. Even the new kids.

But at the end of the day.....

It was very stressing since we had to put margins on some notebooks, buy some new notebooks, buy a specific color of something, and bring something for activities. It was a good thing we had a diagnostic test the next day because we would have lost our minds over those stuff. But of course most of them doesn't care at all and they kept telling....

So I kind of figured out that they wouldn't even bother to do ANY requirements. That leaves me and a couple of concerned students.

I kind of expected that the first day of being a Junior would require too much maturity and discipline, like NO FUN AT ALL. But, like every first day of school............................

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Well, every first day of school is extraordinary.