February 9, 2010

Wake Up, Wake up, Wake Up. . .


A few weeks have passed, but I still couldn't get used to the morning alarm. The alarm has rang uncountable times, yet I'm still on my bed dreaming. Before, I had no class in the morning and all I did is sleeping till lunch. At that time, I complained a lot. I missed school, I missed my friends, I missed riding to school, I missed assignments, I missed presentation, I missed the whole thing about school.

When I attended school, first, I was exciting. I sit up the moment I heard the alarm and went straight to the bathroom. I was the first one to arrive school and I always got my parking lot for free of charge as I got there earlier. I was very excited in class and always smile when the teacher give out the homework unlike the other students.

Now, those things turn the opposite way. I barely hear the alarm. I seldom touch the book, but I do every assignments I have. I never get that free-charge-parking-lot again. I have to pay everyday. I arrive school late and I don't concentrate in class.

One thing I'm sure about myself, everything gets my excited attention only the first time. Slowly then, I start to lose interest and spirit. I guess it's just a moment of lack-of-self-esteem and I just need a little encouragement, that's all.