At 6 am, my alarm rang. It's still the same bed, same time, same routine as brushed teeth, bathed, changed clothes, had my oat meal breakfast, tied my hair and went to school. But there were some changes here and there. The clothes were not school uniform anymore, my hair was tied with some colourful ribbon, not just blue black or white anymore, the heels i wore, wasnt the white colour school shoes anymore and the school i went, not SMK TD anymore.
There was a few seconds, just a few, I thought I was still going to my Form6. Inthe bathroom, memories of old hard time of Form6 keep haunting me. How good if there was Form7 or more and more, I thought.
In the classroom, I was the one who stand in front of the classroom and givespeech ans I found that it's actually really hard for someone new like me to hold the situation. They talked, they laughed, they ran and they played. I wanted to tell them, kids dont complain school reopening, you will regtret it one day. Maybe you dont know, cuz you wasnt me. Appreciate your deskmates and classmates, you will miss them so much so much that you even want to go back to school after you graduate. The impact they give you might not be something you can imagine of.
Aikkk, kids, you will know it someday, kids.
