It is the first day of the week, I am prepared for the next subject’s examination and I knew that I can answer it very well.
After school and I got home at house, I assure that I have finished all my chores: I have cooked the food for dinner, clean things that are looking unnecessary to my sight, help my brother for his assignment and everything else.
I have planned that I am going to do my project excluding in that plan was a block out. My plan has cancelled so I take my time staring at my old pictures with my friends. One of the best bonding that I have experienced was being with them. To experienced the life of a writer. Being a writer was one of my dreams and luckily it happened to me even in an instance. Not for a reason that I wanted my name to be publish. Actually at my first year on my previous school I only get my chance to attend their ordeal for new staffers it was the last day of the screening, because I am hesitating to join at first, I am running away of time to pass some requirements, two hours before the cut hours, I prepared my information then I took my psychological exam. The next morning, I was shock when someone excused me on my class and told me that I have passed the exam the next step will be the screening at the same day. The day after I was getting nervous to know the result, if you had passed it you will be called again, but the same guy went to my subject class and asked for my excuse in the class to get ready for the written exam. I have no any idea and was not prepared what I have written was all the things that comes into my mind.
Week had pass and I did not heard any news about the selection, then someone told me “congratulations” for seeing my name at the bulletin board, for all the students who have taken the screening three of us had pass it and I was in the third number. On that day I used to think that three is my lucky number.
How tragic it is to reminisce those times. I have spent three years of my life as one of the staffers, every single day of my life was a like a fairytale knowing that other people were reading the stories that I have created and all the stuff that we’ve been publishing. I miss writing right now, but I believe that though I am not on the same school where I have given myself to progress on that field at some way I can still continue what I have starts maybe not now but in the near future.