To be an old lady

To Growing Older

The Fun as Kids

Memories of Us

Accident

First Step

It all began September 2011 when I first met you. Everyone was panicking because they couldn’t find their classes around school. I mean L.I.C is pretty big. Scrambling to their classes are the freshmen. I remember hearing about freshmen Friday and the stabbing incidents in school. I bet you heard it too. I think I met you in Geometry with Levine. I swear he is some crazy guy who happens to be gay. We started talking because his class was REALLY boring and I think we had some sort of teamwork activity that day. Throughout every period, I saw your face again and again. Day 1. It was okay. Day 2. I am getting tired of you. Day 3. You are really annoying. Now I see why teachers should never put two talkative people together. We never learn anything in ANY of our classes. Several months into freshmen year, we were getting to know each other better. I met Afsana and Emily. However, I am still closer with you. I made fun of you by calling you “Hobo Faria” since day one. Oh yeah…I remember getting your name wrong and you never corrected me. Far-Ria. Too bad I don’t have that picture on my phone or else, I would have torture you with it forever. Freshmen year was fun. It seems so like light work. I didn’t really care much about my grades as long as my average was over 90. You used to cut a lot and you were worse than me in school (grades).