nostalgia is a disease!!!!!!!!!!!!
On Friday the 13th in the year 2020 I was still 16, turning 17 and was on my last year as a Junior High School student. Life wasn't particularly good, but it wasn't that bad either. I was the class monitor of our section and I made sure everybody knew by threatening people (some of the loud guys in our class) with an absent mark if they dared to piss me off. It was a running joke and they would tease me for being too hot headed.
Our class wasn't anything special. We were just normal high school kids who had way too much free time in their hands. Back then, we could all still afford to not take life seriously. The boys would often play games on their phones during vacant periods as ML (Mobile Legends) was on the top of mobile gaming apps at the time. Some girls joined them, while some were busy feeding and grooming their cats as they waited for their husbands in their adorable home. I couldn't really play or do anything at that time like the others because my phone wasn't as updated and cool as theirs. And to be honest? I was too embarrassed to bring it to school so I would just sit there and would find some people to talk to. My close friends were the first people I would approach. Most of the time they were down to talk about anything under the sun, but then there were also times when I would choose to sleep instead.
At 16, you never really know what you want to do in life. I wasn't serious about anything except for my hyperfixations which mostly included YA/Distopian novels and K-pop. Me and my friends were loud loud when we talked about our shared interests with each other, not caring if others would hear us, which I doubt they did as we were all loud with our own circle (of friends).
Looking back, I think I never really got over that period in my life. I think some part of me is still stuck, waiting for Monday to come as normally as it would. I imagine myself going to school late and then paying the the 10 peso fine just so I could go past the gate, which the student council and the junior police officers heavily guarded. I would submit the attendance sheet I had for last week at the office on the third floor, and then get a new one for the new week that was about to come. I would starve not even 15 minutes into the first period of class even though I had proper breakfast, then ask my best friend to come with me to the canteen in the pretense of going to the CR. We would eat like we haven't been fed for the past 24-hours and go back to class with a full stomach, feeling sleepy when the post snack haze hits. Maybe we'd have a quiz and i wouldn't have a paper to write on because of the unpreparedness that came with being on your last year of junior high. Maybe we'd talk about prom and what we'll wear. Maybe I'd ask my friend if they would like to skip afternoon classes. We'll both say we will, but we would end up seeing each other at the classroom anyway. Maybe I'd steal glances at the person I liked and would call it a day if they looked back.
I could go on and on, but it still wouldn't change the fact high school is over. I'm now 21 and I'm on the last semester of my 2nd year in college. And yet, somehow I'm still
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