never say goodbye.

2nd day of sixth form, i woke up very late. Let's say i missed two classes, it wasn't anything serious because both classes were relieved by these random teachers. So i don't think i missed out much? Walking around aimless without your bestfriend for the second day, felt quite confusing though as we all know, life moves on. So with the tightest hug ever i let go my bestfriend to head to G.P, while she headed to her college, to register.

Right before class i had changed my course to English Language, because i thought it was gonna be beneficial for me, in E.A.S all you kinda have to do is write, and read a lot. Somewhat similar to English Literature, but after reading what G.P had to offer, i guess i was sold on current affairs instead of writing. And apparently it's quite easy to score in, and that's what i'm hoping for by the end of these 2 years, a set of quality grades enabling myself to enroll in a kick ass university. Yes, i feel proud to be in pre-university. This is the fresh start that i was hoping for, the subjects that i like, though still the old school i went, i have learnt to reconsider the fact i still haven't given the place and people a chance. After a year, i've solidified my friendships, my status and my well-abouts around school. It's also the best college right here, so why move? I've moved one too many times, a super fresh start once more would be tiring. 

E.lit was the highlight of my day, that and well spending time with a couple of friends, and meeting that one particular old friend. I had to sit dead center with my friends as they had seemed to want me next to them. But as i was saying, last night i had managed to fully annotate an entire Thomas Hardy poem, understanding the purpose of his writing and the language tropes that he had used in order to deliver his opinion. A friend of mine called me a suck up but really, i just thought it were best to come prepared. 

Wait, a friend who just enrolled in English Literature is bombarding me on MSN. 

Okay, now right now besides twitter, and some tabs of poems, Rocketeer is lifting my spirits and giving me hope for this year, off now to finish 20 poems or so. 









I said i was gonna be the best you ever had right?