School's starting.

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Strangely enough, the beginning of the school year is always exciting. People are bustling to and fro; the only thing on your mind is the curiosity of what class you will take and who might be in said classes.

Not only that, it's always fun to see familiar faces, even if I'm not too close to many of them.

Funny how, when the school year is well underway, we all wish it were over. I'd like to think differently. I'd like to try seeing every day as a new and refreshing day, with new sights to see and new experiences to have. Who knows what tomorrow brings right? Besides, it's the only way I survived last year. I'm pretty sure thinking a little more in that direction won't hurt this year.

In other news, I distinctly remember a girl I met at Filipino for Foreigners class, 1st sem of 2010-2011. Sadly, I do not remember her name nor did I ever get a chance to get her number. It'd be a shame to pass up a chance to make a "social link" with her if I were to meet her again this year. Here's hoping for a "chance" encounter with that interesting girl!

The school year hasn't even gone on its course yet I'm feeling the excitement. I think there may be some who will say I won't feel this way halfway through the year, but we'll just have to see at that point.

I think it's best I just hope that this year will be better than the last, and far more eventful!

Cheers!

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