My So-Called Life as A Sophomore: The Beginning, Part 1

First day of school was a blast. I kept worrying about what will happen the next day during the whole night. Because I took a brief nap at around 4:30 in the afternoon yesterday, I couldn’t sleep well last night. I tossed and turned around my stuffy pillow with the hot air released by our sole electric fan. My dream last night was just useless. I kept on looking at my mom’s cellphone to know what time it is. I had a couple of drinks of water so that I could sleep better and not feel thirsty. Finally at around 4:45 am, I totally felt asleep. Then there the cliche: I suddenly woke up with sound of the alarm at around 5:15 in the morning. Our regular school ritual is back. I was really shocked to hear the siren of my school bus when it arrived at around 5:25 AM, 30 minutes shy from the original arrival time last year. From the eight student to be fetched by our bus, I am now the second one! My heart kept on pounding as we shared our summer stories and we were nearing the school gates.

Since our batch has too many students in each of the 6 sections, we have to reshuffle our classrooms once again. Section 6 occupied the I-1 classroom near the staircase on the first floor, while the rest of the Third Year sections were in the same corridor as theirs. The freshman classrooms were scattered in the second and third floors. Sophomores from Sections 1, 3, and my own section 2 were stuck together in the classrooms that were used to be occupied the other three sections of our level last year. I searched for a classmate to ask where was our classroom. Luckily, I found one. She answered that it was in the former I-5 classroom, in between the classrooms of II-1 and II-3. I was happy when I arrived at our new room. My classmates, friends and I exchanged hellos. Our YPM Coordinator called us our attention at 7:00 to line up alphabetically so that we can go to the HS Covered Court. Some selected students were chosen to prepare presentations to welcome the new freshmen. As we were all sitting in our chairs this year’s batch of freshmen came out of the stage one by one, section by section. There came the boring speeches, introduction of the designated year level’s personnel for this school year. Time came fast: we met our new adviser who is also our teacher in Biology, had our temporary seating arrangement by class number, and met our new teachers.

There’s this male Religion teacher (who happens to be our co-adviser) who is very funny. Although he happens to have a problem with his left leg, Mr. N is a really great teacher. He’s much, much better than last year’s Ms. DL who makes the weirdest things ever. I’d like to share all of you the prayer that he taught us coming from St. Catherine of Siena. According to Mr. N, that was what catapaulted St. Catherine to sainthood. Here is the prayer:

I am beautiful, I am loved.
Forgive me for the mercy of God.

We sang and added some actions. At dismissal I got one of the best news that I’ve ever heard…or so it seemed. I find this post so long that I have to make Part Two! :)