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2009-11-17 @ 10:35 PM
And so it begins...again.


I felt as if the world has been created again, when I woke up this morning.

Today is `officially` my first day of classes.

I still have some issues regarding my enrollment (with me having 1 subject short than my desired list of subjects), but I didnt give it much care. I wouldnt want to spoil the Pancit Shanghai breakfast by anxiously thinking about it, and instead, concentrated on what will happen on my two subjects for the day.

It could have been just a normal day for me...the same things that will happen to me probably everyday, but I did received something that warmed my morning up...real good.

`Good Morning. Stay Happy.`

Yes, it may sound like an ordinary good morning message, but for me this is special. Its been years since I ever receive a good morning message from anyone whenever I go to school. Plus, this is from a person who is really worth getting inspiration from...a person who forever changed my life...

Backride tricycle trips ruined my hair as usual, so I didnt bother fixing it up before I leave (Ive combed it up, of course).
I find the jeepney rides boring as usual again. Thankfully Ive got some music plugged into my ears (and cute Lasallianas on both sides. *dies*) so the whole trip didnt go so bad.
My clumsiness and mild stupidity reawakened as well. I entered the wrong room for my first subject, and ended up being laugh at by the professor. For some reason, I didnt feel bad about it. I just smiled, and I now know how that works for me. Wonderful.

Asian/Western History professor has a very fast mouth. Its difficult to keep up, really, especially if you still feel sleepy. But she`s good, nonetheless, and not as boring as my psychology teacher from way back (who has a slow and cold voice). Statistics professor was the same professor who laughed at me on the first period. He seemed to be a cool old guy, but Ive got something against them...they tend to speak very softly, and its bad news for me since I sit at the last row, plus, its the scary statistics subject where there are at least 4 people who fail in every class.

My classes are only up until 10am. I used the remaining time to fix my enrollment papers, although my efforts turned to waste. After that, I went straight home.

Quite uneventful, I should say, but this this what wednesday (and monday) looks like for me. But I couldnt believe it didnt feel as bad as it was before. This time`s alot different. Im alone, same as always, but I did not feel any loneliness. The classes are very early, and yet I feel very enthusiastic in going to school.

The school season has finally begun. More things will definitely come...lengthy lectures, surprise quizzes, group projects, term papers...but I am more than happy to deal with them all this time, more than ever.

...and its all thanks to the message which made the beginning a very refreshing start.

Thank you. You stay happy too, k? n_n


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