SEMESTRAL BREAK

OCTOBER 8, 2012 @ my dad's room

        It's the first monday of sembreak and I'm too lazy to do stuffs, but earlier this morning, I did such. Ahhh.. sembreak. I've been waiting for it to come along in college. Instead of being happy for having a 3-week holiday, it turns out to be somewhat like lonely or sad in some other ways.
        First, I'm not that sure if I am to pass the 1st semester- I hope so. Really. You know, sometimes, I feel like so free this sembreak but the thought of still not knowing final exams result, I'm kinda nervous.
        Second, my blockmates; my newly-befriended friends. Whatever you call it. But yeah. Unlike high school, college classmates are those that you are not sure if you'll be in the same block again. I mean, look, in high school when it's sembreak, you get totally happy because you will be resting and staying out from school. That's it. Period. Well, in college, you get happy because you rest, BUT- there are buts, actually- you get emotional for some reason that you're gonna miss your blockmates. Worrying how to keep yourselves in the same block and/or schedule again. And, again, worrying or waiting for the final exam result. But sembreak is when you and the whole class in high school will be meeting again, hangout or outing, wtvr.

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