LET"S DO IT AGAIN

        My third year in high school was the best school year in my life. This year I experienced a lot of things. I experienced to sing in front of the students in our school. I also experienced to have a title as the champion in SINGING MATHEMATICIAN (Male Category). I can’t believe it.

        Every second this year were really memorable for me, especially in our English time. This year I knew the feeling on how to be an actor, singer, dancer and many more. I also experienced to do a speech choir. This was the best experience, this year. I really don’t want to have an oration again. I am still laughing whenever I remember what I did when I was already in the stage orating. I was really nervous that time that’s why I forgot all the lines. These memories will always be in my heart and my mind.

        This year was also the first time I gave a bouquet to a girl. I was really nervous that time. I also joined the district meet this year. I was very happy that time. I really want to do it again. Next year, I am hoping to be included in the school’s volleyball team again for the district meet. I’ve made a lot of friends this year. This was the best year ever, although there were still some problems, but there were more happy memories to remember.

        I really want to do these things again. Let’s go back and let’s do it again.

A Letter of Apology

Dear Senan,

         

          First, I want to say thank you for helping me in many things. Thank you for being my friend, sister, and GRANDMOTHER (in school). I also want to say sorry for all the bad things I’ve done to you. Sorry because I am always teasing you about your crush and the guy who has a crush on you. You know it right.

          I also want to say sorry because I am calling you different names. I know that sometimes you’re just controlling yourself but deep inside you’re really mad. Sorry because I am always putting drawings in your notebooks and coloring the drawings in your sketchpad. I am really sorry for that. I also want to say sorry for saying I am better than you in arts. I know you’re better than me. Sorry for all. I hope that you will appreciate my letter. I am really sincere in writing this, so you should appreciate it a lot. J

Sincerely yours,

Ludwig

I KNOW I AM

          I believe that every person is special. Everyone has own characteristics that make them special. But me, I really don’t know.  Am I special?

     We have different physical features. Maybe that’s what makes each of us special. How about the twins? Maybe not the facial features. Am I special?

     We have different attitudes. Maybe that’s what makes each of us special. No, not really. Maybe not the attitudes. Am I special?

     We have different voices. Maybe that’s what makes each of us special. How about the impersonators? Maybe not the voices. Am I special?

     I really don’t know what makes me special. My eyes are not that unique. My mommy and I have the same shape of eyes. Some people say I look like my daddy but some say I look like my mommy. So that means, I my face is not that different. I am thinking of what makes me special for a long period of time but I still cannot think of a reason that makes me special.

     After a while, I finally found the answer. It’s not about your attitude, facial features, voices, and other thing. It’s not about what is your difference with other people. The reason many of us are looking is in ourselves. For me, I am special because God created me and I have a family and friends that nothing and no one can ever replace in my life.Most of all, I am special because I'm ME.

         

          

Why would I?

            Everyone commits a mistake. This mistake teaches us lessons in life that can or will help us someday. So why would you regret those things?

      Me, although my mistakes in life taught me a lot of lessons, I really want to forget the things I did this third year in high school. This year, I really didn't study that hard, that’s why now I think I will not be in the highest section anymore.  This year, I really didn't do my best to stay in the highest section and to stay competitive and positive. Every day and every night I am always thinking about this, and I realized that it’s really true that if you don’t grab opportunities, someone will grab it and that person can really make it better than you can do. But still, these are the things I cannot forget.

      Next school year, I promise that I will study harder, think positive, and grab all the opportunities that are given to you. I really wish that I will still be in the highest section next school year. If I will still be, thank you Lord and if I will not be in the highest section anymore, I will be happy for those who enter the highest section and I will just study harder and I will rally try to be a better student and person. Still, this year had been a very long year for me and it taught me lessons that we cannot find in books and journals.

        I believe that there are no regrets in life, just lessons learned.

Perfect is Another Word for Parents

Dear God,

         

Thank you for all the blessings you are giving me. Most of all thank you for the most precious and beautiful gifts you gave me in my whole life, my parents. Thank you for them. Nothing can ever replace them in my life. They are the wind beneath my wings, the voice inside me, my breath, simply, they are my life. Before, I really thought that there’s no such perfect thing in life, but I know one thing in my life that I can consider as perfect, my parents.

          My parents are always there to help me in my problems and to guide me in all the things I am doing. Thank you God for giving them strength and patience for me and my younger brother. I am really sorry for not following them and for being hard headed. They really deserve a perfect life for they become a perfect parents for me. Please don’t give them a lot of problems, instead give them strength and happy and strong body and mind. Thank you for all God.

                                                                                                         

Love,

                                                                                                         Ludwig