"Stress, stress, stress.." A familiar voice sirens in the hallow corridors I tread. As I look into the classrooms I've passed through, the seats I've once occupied and maybe even left a mark to, the bespectacled freshman, the pretentious sophomore and the pensive junior I've once been, I can't help but reflect on the three years I've spent, and if I've spent them correctly. There's always a next year. It was my optimistic spirit that kept me going amidst all the trials I encountered in the past few years. Sadly, this spirit will not motivate me anymore if I mess up. There's no next year, you moron, this is your last year and it's supposed to be perfect. But now it's all screwed up. I heave a long sigh and plaster a feigned nonchalant smile on my face and push through the door. I'm ready and nothing can stop me....
And I laugh a good laugh (more of a guffaw to be exact) when I realize my classmates are staring at me without the faint idea what's gotten into me. And they laugh, too. Perhaps because of my infectious laughter or because of my looking like a moron--I don't know. All I know is I'm gonna rock this year. :)
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Good luck on that fourth year, Julie. :)
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