My Junior Lalala…LIFE

"My First Day went with my greatest and purest OPTIMISM as possible."

A day before I was still at my second year classroom then with just a blink of an eye I was already climbing the stairs of our third year building. I thought everything was a struggle, a new flight of stairs to climb, new teachers to teach us, and the worst part is; new set of classmates. Adjusting is the most horrible thing I’d ever do. It was so hard to adjust at my new environment. Socializing for me is never easy at all especially with girls or boys having different from me. It was ever so hard for me to mingle. For me, mingling with people I haven’t met is very difficult or even impossible. Babbling is one of my mingling problems; I tend to talk gibbering in front of new people especially teachers. Some of the time it’s easy to talk to people, these people are kids or children; thankfully I have met some of my classmates which made the situation better. Then when I got there, everything went easy. No effort was even given, like situations just flowed so easy and steady like a flowing river .

The first weeks and days, Depressing! Besides having exhausting days, it was also thrilling and exciting. Meeting new teens that I haven’t met or talked personally is quite thrilling. Talking to new people around me was fun and awkward; I was totally exited and still shy. Somehow I manage the first week alive and still with dignity. If it weren't for my former friends and new friends, some of my new classmates that are quite sociable, my sanity wouldn't have stayed with me for the whole week. Some aren’t much of an annoyance yet some stood as an exception. I wouldn’t mention any names yet at some point in time that I have been a junior; I met people with extraordinary nerves. They have the nerves to annoy me a lot, then again it would be fine if I would just ignore them.

The teachers that I thought of being stern and strict came out to be humorous and loving in some points of our time. So that lessens my nervous and uneasy feeling that made my heart palpitates. The classmates that I thought of teens that are snobbish or somewhat unapproachable turn to be as wild as me. Then it relieves me of my teen social problems, yet there was another problem, new staircase to climb. The thought of it was even more horrible when I got in front of those stairs, the whole year with me climbing those stairs. Even at my freshman day I thought it would be nice to have our room somewhere high, where I’d climb stairs, the thought was still preferable until my sophomore year came where I would climb the stairs all year long. I would endure those. To climb stairs again in my junior year would be much to me but I have to bear these.

I've come to a summary that even how life defying this junior year of mine would be, I wouldn’t succumb to these problems or challenges. I would endure these days that I have as a junior. I would have to go the extra mile and give more. I said to myself that I would never back down from these. There was also someone that inspired me to give my best and to give my all, it was ma'am Mildred Atendido. It was at our time that she talked about her life, she shared about her college life. The story was very inspiring and it made me come to my senses and made myself work harder. Those are what my mind was composed of during the first weeks of my junior life.