It feels good to write something in my little blog again, but what's the main reason...
I'm in Senior Year, I get to play a big role at school, the classes are easier but complicated, I am allowed to have fun but I carry a huge responsibility with me all the time.
Today, Friday the 30th. of August, was our welcome prank for the freshmen year. It was completely disgusting, I don't even want to mention what was inside this brownish liquid we threw at them, starting with old Cranberry Juice that was more of a Fermented Red Stinking Juice to a bag full of Human Hair that we got in the Hair Dresser, and many things in between. We wore all black clothes and scared them pretty hard. It was fun it made us finally feel the rush of a 12th. grader. Wild. United. Fighters. The class of 2014.
It was't all, and it will be more. But realizing what this senior year comes with, this little surprise, well I got a little frustrated. It seems actually pretty long and enough, this year we got left. But when it finishes I'm on my own, I must decide what to do with my life, or I will lose in this race we call Life.
I got some ideas, and I got to show them as the table topics at dinner time, well my father really disappointed me, he kind of doesn't trust my decisions (Question: how would I feel if I do something I'm expected to do, by family, by society, by history, but I simply don't want to, or I'm not sure about or I prefer making a pause to improve my human and erase my robot, to have an experience and enjoy it?).
Right now, I have the pressure of making the choice of my life, of not making mistakes and of finding peace in my mind. It's pretty hard fighting on my own, without receiving that proud feeling from the people I respect and in some sort of way admire.
Being a Senior is great, a whole experience, but at the same time the year you only get to live once in your life.
- Luisa Alcocer.
