If Wordsworth regards the little sublime poem to Dorothy, I have my little cluster of classmates to share my love with.
This is a little post to commemorate my best moments in KMS with my best class buddies.
Ketahuilah wahai ahli-ahli AL9.7, there hasn't been a second ticking away without a thought about you guys. This endless (end quickly!) holiday has driven me into pure madness. This punishment is not unequal to the bizarre, tedious life behind bars. i am willing to have my hands cuffed. Metaphorically of course. Well I am overreacting.
The point is that, my days in home suffocates me. Its weird when we say it, but yes, boredom chokes me. At least not to my dying breath. I'm missing u guys like crazy. I miss being insane among my little haughty drama queen, that little red riding hood, the jester, the moaners, the remote dwellers, the little sweetheart whose always wearing a smile, the tearjerkers,the flamboyant teachers and my big sheepish philosopher. (please rate yourselves)
I miss the small events that we can hold ourselves, those successful barbecues when we all negatively pre-judged the good intention. I miss those group discussions when we can brainstorm together, help each other, think like an adult and a child the next minute, its all fun. Its like we've been partying all days and nights.
I also miss the moment when we all went through our pitfalls, through hard times, rough days with incomplete essays and temperamental teachers. Who raised us as we are now. Aren't we grateful?
I was young, unlearned and immature, as you always have said. But my premature thoughts soon grow matured, controlled, unruffled and sophisticated. Thanks to our spirited teachers. We've become a family. We are sibling, by spirit, and don't we realize how we have raised each other?
Being as ordinary as I am, as a math sore-loser, as helpless, the least you expect from this lousy class president, I cannot doubt my love for you all..
I love you, and that says all.
