The past week(s) I have been feeling very sick. Extremely and abnormally tired, hungry yet full, bedridden, sore, sad... I had a horrible loss of appetite that dropped me several pounds, last week I had a fever, and stomach sickness.
But I feel better now.
My classes are okay when I think of it. But I should really be thankful of what I've got. I know the people in each class, so I should be thankful of that.
I had switched out of dance wanting to be in racquet sports, but since racquet sports was closed, they put me in team sports. In that class, I was very. very. Lonely. So luckily my GLC let me change back to dance. My test; I should have been very happy with dance. And I am now. I thank the Lord.
I heard Ryan Marcelo got into a car accident. That's so scary; he's so young still. :[ Well, he is in my prayers. He is in SLYM's, his friends', his family's prayers. I'm so glad that he's doing well. It could have been worse. And I'm glad it wasn't. There are so many things to appreciate in this world. God is really with us.
But did he really get into a car accident in the Covina area? That's twice as scary. When I start driving I don't want to drive there. :[ There have been many accidents in a certain Covina area, too alike that it's as if it's haunted. !
Anyways, yeah. Not much to say, but the freshmen are taking our lunch spot! Lol, there's like a hundred of them just lingering and it's so crowded. I wished I could just lead them to a better place, with more room, with more shade for themselves. They are just TOO many.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
The first day of school.
First period, English.
-I shouldn't worry so much.
Second period, Math Analysis.
-haha, glad for a funny teacher. Relieves the hard work. but am I told that tomorrow the seating chart is based on where you chose to sit by? Who am I to sit by when all have already chosen their seats? I am saddened.
Third period, Euro AP.
-I'm worrying about attendance. What if choir takes up days of this? I'M READY
Fourth period, Dance.
-Seeing that racquet sports was in the same period, I instantly felt the urge to change to that. And after being in the dance room, I really desired to get out of dance into racquet sports. I don't think I can live a year in that cold, dark room. I'd long so much for outside air and more challenge and more fun. ohhh...
Fifth period, Choir.
-I looked beside me, and Azzedine wasn't there anymore, like last year. I feel so, young in this choir. There aren't so many sophomores and I long for Treble Choir, its largeness, its familiarity.
Sixth period, French.
-I see Sonia, and I feel like breaking into tears of gladness. Last year she had been my schedule buddy, in every single of my classes. Walking to classes together, staying up doing allnighters together. This is the only class I have with her now, and I am very grateful. She has gotten skinnier over the summer; she has accomplished what she told me was her goal. x] Yet in the seat chart, I am seated in the far corner of the room because of my last name, and I feel out of it. I can hear Monsieur DeShan talking so distinctly in the other room and I laugh at the thought of what the kids in his class were thinking. I had been so excited last year.
My first day was not so good. Not so good. I can't wait until lunch tomorrow. A period I have with my friends. :]
-I shouldn't worry so much.
Second period, Math Analysis.
-haha, glad for a funny teacher. Relieves the hard work. but am I told that tomorrow the seating chart is based on where you chose to sit by? Who am I to sit by when all have already chosen their seats? I am saddened.
Third period, Euro AP.
-I'm worrying about attendance. What if choir takes up days of this? I'M READY
Fourth period, Dance.
-Seeing that racquet sports was in the same period, I instantly felt the urge to change to that. And after being in the dance room, I really desired to get out of dance into racquet sports. I don't think I can live a year in that cold, dark room. I'd long so much for outside air and more challenge and more fun. ohhh...
Fifth period, Choir.
-I looked beside me, and Azzedine wasn't there anymore, like last year. I feel so, young in this choir. There aren't so many sophomores and I long for Treble Choir, its largeness, its familiarity.
Sixth period, French.
-I see Sonia, and I feel like breaking into tears of gladness. Last year she had been my schedule buddy, in every single of my classes. Walking to classes together, staying up doing allnighters together. This is the only class I have with her now, and I am very grateful. She has gotten skinnier over the summer; she has accomplished what she told me was her goal. x] Yet in the seat chart, I am seated in the far corner of the room because of my last name, and I feel out of it. I can hear Monsieur DeShan talking so distinctly in the other room and I laugh at the thought of what the kids in his class were thinking. I had been so excited last year.
My first day was not so good. Not so good. I can't wait until lunch tomorrow. A period I have with my friends. :]
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Joanna inspires me.
She seems to connect everything around her, to God.
I remember in VBS, they tell us to spread the word of God...
"Why are we sometimes scared to tell about God?"
I don't think I have built enough faith for me to simply blurt out how grateful I feel.
Maybe I feel like I'm forcing a religion onto somebody else.
Or maybe I just can't find the connection sometimes.
I think that feeling grateful is comforting, a form of joy.
I want to grow stronger with God.
In reality, to me, God is my hope, my faith, my love.
Why do I live? I'm living for God. I'm living for the afterlife. I'm living for what he's given me.
I wished I could see the brighter things in life, to be happier. It seems as if anytime I'm sad or angry, it's like I'm disrupting the image of what God wanted the world to be like. Maybe I get angry and that anger subtly spreads among others, or I am sad with regret when I could be enjoying what I am gifted with.
Ohh. . .
I remember in VBS, they tell us to spread the word of God...
"Why are we sometimes scared to tell about God?"
I don't think I have built enough faith for me to simply blurt out how grateful I feel.
Maybe I feel like I'm forcing a religion onto somebody else.
Or maybe I just can't find the connection sometimes.
I think that feeling grateful is comforting, a form of joy.
I want to grow stronger with God.
In reality, to me, God is my hope, my faith, my love.
Why do I live? I'm living for God. I'm living for the afterlife. I'm living for what he's given me.
I wished I could see the brighter things in life, to be happier. It seems as if anytime I'm sad or angry, it's like I'm disrupting the image of what God wanted the world to be like. Maybe I get angry and that anger subtly spreads among others, or I am sad with regret when I could be enjoying what I am gifted with.
Ohh. . .
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