Grade Nine: Program Terminated

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Sa totoo lang, hindi ko alam kung paano at saan ko ‘to sisimulan.

So much happened within this school year and I’m not really sure if I should be happy or not that grade nine’s ending.

On one hand, I don’t want the good times with the Lithium fam to end.

On the other hand, I’m so tired of all the drama and crap that went on throughout the year, I swear to God. It’s quite saddening that the bad things kinda outweigh the good but, let’s not dwell on that; after all, it’s over and done with.

As is always the case, every school year is a series of ups and downs; this one isn’t an exception. In the school year 2015-2016, I’ve learned quite a lot from each of my classes and subject teachers, lessons relating to life and academics alike. But I suppose, the most important one is the fact that every single person is different; you should learn to respect and appreciate everyone for who they are but, if they’re pushing the boundaries, you should grow a pair and tell them.

Of course, I’m not perfect; I have my fair share of mistakes and shortcomings. I’m quite sure I’ve disappointed quite a lot of people this year and I greatly apologize I didn’t get to live up to your expectations. I’m sorry I failed to be the person you wanted me to be. I’m sorry for not having taken my responsibilities seriously. I’m sorry.

However, despite all the negativity, this year had been fun. I’ve gained new experiences¬†as well as new friends. I’ve become more mature in physical, emotional and mental aspects (possibly even in the spiritual one). To all of my¬†teachers, my classmates, my batchmates and schoolmates, thank you for a productive and interesting school year.

Achievement Unlocked! I survived ninth grade.

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162 Days Clean

5.4 months.

23.143 weeks.

162 days.

It hasn’t been easy but I’ve managed to stay clean.

There were moments when I faltered and nearly gave in to the urges. Those times weren’t my greatest and I think of how a few words or even the littlest of things would make my world crumble to pieces. A snide comment or two would continuously replay in my mind, leaving me more insecure and broken. But luckily for me, those days have passed and I feel better. Hopefully, this feeling will linger for as long as it possibly can.

I’ve survived 162 days without drawing blood and honestly, it isn’t much, but it’s a start.