
She is too early for the lessons so she imagine things again just like she use to do when she has her free time. But the imagination now is different. Not all about the books, famous authors, crushes, enemies and many more. Instead, she think of about her life. “I’ve gone this so far, longer as I walked this morning” she thinks.
The girl first remember the funny story of her mother when her mom gave birth to her. It’s the 12th day of august and her mother don’t know what to do, sweating and panting, her mother come back and forth to the comfort room from the bed because she don’t know if she will gave birth or she just having a diarrhea. Her husband is not around because that time the husband is busy at work. So the neighbor checks her out because she is making noise. The girl’s mother is fortunate because their neighbor is a veteran midwife. It all turned out good and a baby girl came out at around 7 pm.



The girl had a habit of eating “proben” and “kalamares”(Filipino street foods) as a merienda with her friends and batch mates. It is their food every late afternoon while resting. The girl’s day never complete without it. aside from those food she really never fail to eat chocolates and sweets. She enjoyed her high school years. She joined the c.a.t. program, attended the JS prom and retreat, lastly the graduation.
She remembered who she was then. A girl who always involve in fights, got addicted to the color violet, laugh so aloud, really love spaghetti, kalamares and proben and a girl who has a lot of dreams and has huge trust to GOD and this girl is “ME”.
Upon reminiscing this moments, I slowly falls to sleep. But suddenly someone poke me at the head. It’s my classmate. “get up! Get up! What are you doing here? we’re late!” l stand up and run hurriedly with my classmate.
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