I know, my birthday has already passed and I'm a dreaded 16 year old. It's so annoying, since I never wanted to grow up. If I grow up, I have to face (drum rolls) WORK, TAXES, OLD AGE... and the most scariest of all... GRAVEYARD.
Let me tell you something about me:
I despise death. I seriously have an anathema with death. Every time I think about death, I have this weird stomach ache, and I get all scared, and I cry. It started every since I was 10, I guess, or younger.
Going back to Birthdays:
I had the best 16 birthday ever. People here are more nicer, in terms of saying, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" In Dhaka, there are Happy Birthdays, but only from my friends. Those its aren't really what you would call friendly. Neither are the deckies in this school. But some deckies are nice. I even got a decorated locker, without asking!!!!
In addition to that, I had a Happy Birthday song sang to me in ENGLISH! It was a nice day... too bad there wasn't a Mr. Wilhelm to give out candy. Did you know I saved his candy until he left. So, Birthday (9 Oct 07) to 6 June 08... Was I a dedicated student or what. When it was the last day of school, that lolipop had seen the light, then darkness, then the stomach...
But, not to diss AIS/D or anything... I still liked it there. It's more community rather than cliques. Uff... Why must the world be infested by "populars?"
No comments:
Post a Comment