On the second week of my sophomore year in high school, I lost a year of my life. I skipped a grade due to unlikely probabilities. Through a name drawing, I was able to transfer to the new school where I would skip my sophomore year. For a brief moment, the sudden changes were still agitating when I should have been excited. I would finally be able to go to college early and clear the lengthy education process. All for the measly price of a whole year of experiences and maturing.
I am grateful for what has happened, the joy I find in my life today is thanks to the experiences I had in my junior year. The first day I could not make friends with the sophomores. But with the junior class, I had felt more welcome. I would say that the memories
I am grateful for what has happened, the joy I find in my life today is thanks to the experiences I had in my junior year. The first day I could not make friends with the sophomores. But with the junior class, I had felt more welcome. I would say that the memories