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Saturday, March 29, 2008 @ 7:24 AM
Good. Current Music: Welcome To My Life by Simple Plan
School Year 2007-2008 IS FINALLY OVER. Hell Yeah.
Time flew fast again, it's just like many would say. I hate to say this, but my Second Year life was one of the most memorable.
I really don't know why I said that, probably because many things changed when it happened. The letter that changed my best friend, the retreat and facilitators, that opened our eyes on who we really are, the song Buksan that became our LSS for some time, those love teams in the classroom: real or unreal, the outbound and the facilitators that we loved and remembered, the exposure that taught us how everyone's life differs from other people, the Christmas Party that well...that I-don't-know, the Foundation that told us how PCC changed for the past 95 years, the We Are concert that reminded everybody to pay for the 100 Peso Gallery ticket, the rides that thrilled (and costed 25 Pesos) us, the remaining days that reminded us on how being in Lucena is probably not the best but the greatest, the farewell party that didn't look like one but showed us how friendship and bond-ness is really the best, the friendships that formed: past or newly-formed, and the other things that reminded/showed/said/etc. how II-Diocese of Lucena is the section that not all would say the best section, but the section that showed different experiences and things that we will never forget.
And, I guess it is also one of the most memorable year for me because of my best friend. Say what, I didn't expect it would be our last year together as classmates. When she told me that she'll be transferring, I still helped her choose what school would be it. SHAP wasn't in my own list of transferring her to their school, but it's the school she chose. But anyway, surprisingly, I didn't cry during the last time we talked and saw and went home together. And I know, THAT WON'T BE THE LAST TIME WE'LL SEE EACH OTHER it's because she promised me that she will visit PCC any time.
Oh well then, another year has gone by. I wonder what awaits for Junior year for me. I wish the first days aren't worst as Sophomore.
Labels: rants, school time, second year