I still remember clearly when I awakened at about 12:05 AM when I heard loud noises of fireworks. it was January 1, 2011.
I left 2010 with regrets, realized that this year was packed with memories. from the very beginning of the year, I struggled, coped with the upcoming National Exam. I came from a named, good-graded junior high school located on the edge of the city. it doesn’t mean I have to take pains to get good marks; otherwise, most of us were tend to be spoiled. we’re far above any other schools nearby, so what’s the point of making a try? anyway, even we were playing around, we still got good grades.
so, what I want to say is that I actually learned how to make real efforts by facing National Exam. the final scores were the determiner of where we’ll land.
thinking that these were the real efforts, I was way too proud with myself. the next three months were the most-rockin’ ever holiday. imagine three months instead of that pathetic two weeks (and with schooltasks). my holiday was full of both excitement and boredom. I was without identity, since I didn’t go to any school anymore.
besides, the summer 2010 was a big hit to everyone, with the World Cup and its famous anthem. I didn’t watch all the match and didn’t support any national team, but I do enjoyed the vibe.
after all it was a huge three months PLUS a week since the government was pretty irresponsible with all of us (you know what I mean), without using my brain to think have caused decreasing-brain-capacity or whatever when finally I was expected in a high school after a sleepless week thinking that I won’t be accepted in a good school.
my high school is a real strict one—reminds me of expensive prep schools in the US. I get the experiences of “you-have-to-study-or-you’ll-left-in-tenth-grade” and struggled for social science class (NOT natural science) was even more exhausting than junior high school’s exams! it’s like, “GOD WE ARE JUST CHOOSING OUR MAJORS NOT OUR FUTURE, Y U NO GIVE US A BREAK?!”
but besides all the distresses, we’re still having fun. a lot of new things we’ve never experienced before about high schools, the minus and the plus.
two stages of life were passed in this year; the end of wearing navy blue skirts & the beginning (and the pride) of wearing grey skirts. if you don’t have your own pic—captured by professional SLR cameras—wearing high school uniform, you’re squirt. friendless. or your school is retarded, no SLR-owners interested to attend your school. ha.
you left your old friends and met totally different people in high school. you used to be only knew the conflicts in high school from the TV and now you’re the part of it, like you’re inside the Bohemian Rhapsody without killing anybody. ”shit, is this real life? or is it just fantasy?”
I personally feel the same, feel the great wabbit through all the parts of your inner and outer self and often cry alone. but if I forget all the sorrows, my new life is G-R-E-A-T. you just wanna do the D-A-N-C-E 1 2 3 4 FIGHT, having good-looking seniors with their coolest motorcycles and denim jackets and those make-melt smiles, and your new buddies with non-stereotyped behavior.
no more gangs of Disney lover; there is just one Disney lover in a gang. it’s just… wonderful.
but then you reminded with the old friends, and you started to making contacts between them. you missed them, and met them in a small reunion. in that simple meeting you told your old friend your new crush, or how much your popularity increased in high school—you have a bunch of new Twitter followers, whoa!
it’s like friends everywhere. a lot of friends means a lot of things to do. a lot of things to do (and did) means a lot of pictures. a lot of pictures means a million of priceless memories, and that’s how I made it in 2010. a year for everyone my age.
I just miss that year, realizing that 2011 is a hard year for the most of us. a lot of teenagers our age passed away this year, a lot of us left depressed in the tenth grade, a lot of us didn’t get the expected majors, a lot of us broke up with our since-last-year’s beaus, and a lot of us feels the same pain in 2011.
each year have its own minus and plus, but it is a whole lot different and isn’t as good as its predecessor.
so, guys. what will we do to make it beautiful?
hugs,
Gea
