Milestone In 11th Grade

Here we go—the first day of 11th grade. Still can’t believe I passed 10th grade. I was having anxiety about whether I would pass or not. I didn’t get my report card. It wasn’t quite my fault. The one agreement from the school is that your guardian would have to pay the whole school fee to get the reports. Which is what a student isn’t responsible for doing. This has been going on for years since 3rd grade. Late report cards. Not being able to go home with it when everyone else in the class did. I’m… used to it. It’s been weeks, but why does it hurt now? Why did I cry weeks ago when it was handed out at the school year’s end? Why is it still hurting now? Why do I wanna cry again? It’s because I care now. I didn’t care back then. Maybe that’s the difference. Maybe it’s an improvement. I don’t know what it actually is. Maybe it’s my disappointment with my parents. Maybe it’s something else I don’t know. But that’s not a thought to solve for today. Today is a new school year. A new start. Oh… forgot one last thing. Ceremony hat! We’re given this hat to celebrate ceremonies. Beautiful grey hat. Good thing there’s an adjustment on the back of it. My head is way too small for a normal setting. Not seriously. Somehow, it’s like a baseball cap. It’s cute, tho. There’s the bell! Time to get down to the field and do the opening ceremony at the beginning of the new school year! It was almost an hour or so of standing in the field. After introducing whom to teach what class and the homeroom teachers, we all head back to each classroom. It’s now time to collect the report card. Oh, wait. Eh… It’s fine. I’m fine. Welp, time to get back to talking to Jo. There wasn’t anything much to do after that. Our homeroom teacher wasn’t really there that much. She was busy with the reports and all that. This was actually the first time I'd been talking in class. Back then, I was the quietest person in the class. Never talked to anyone often. Whether it was outside of school, in-between periods, or even during recess, I didn’t talk much. Now here I am talking about gossip and asking about her interests and facts about her. I found out that she’s working on a story. It’s a WIP. She’s planning to release it later on. How she’s been doing on the break. A few here and there. Before we knew it, it was already the end of the school hours. Time to go back to our homes. Everyone is out of the room and is going in the same direction, the exit door. One by one, every student is being picked up by their parents or guardian. The seniors, who have come of age, mostly went home with their own motorcycles. It seems fun that you don’t have to wait minutes on end, don’t know what to do to kill time. Home sweet home—sometimes. The only workout I had was probably when I opened the house’s fences. They weren’t as heavy as they previously were. It’s been renovated to be more mobile and lighter. Honestly, nothing much to do after home since it’s still the first day. The teaching period starts on Thursday. My sister and I are just getting ready for tomorrow. The seniors are going to college. It’s to tour the campus and discuss what the place will be like and the education system. We just enjoyed the rest of the day while looking at our screens. At last, it’s off to Dreamland, waiting for tomorrow.