Haha, title self explanatory.
Well so far, the first week of school's not been what i expected.
Sitting in class feels like this weird container room thing.
OKay, put in a better way: its like this perpetual exchange programme.
And having been on one, i tell you i felt more orientated in Hong Kong.

The class(room) is this empty, hollow void.
Everyone's nice enough, but its so awkward because of the domination of 2/1ers, yet the absence of the loudmouths and responsive people in class.
I'm sitting with Charis, well, never knew her before this, and she's quite cool.
Heheh.

I've been getting homework everyday, and the demands of Sec 3 is just unimaginable.
Out of this world.
Seriously.

everything's doubled. Tripled in fact. Its just not the same without 2/1.
The transition is really really really big. Mrs Wong was right!
Plus i've got so many commitments, and honestly, the only thing that's holding me together is God.
Jehovah Shalom.

I have to ask and pray for it every night too.
I just want to know if all i'm doing is worth it. Everything I'm doing now seems to be for the benefit of others.
I am sweeping up everyone else's messes, and geeeeeez. I just wonder if the people I help will ever be there for me in return. I mean what if I ask for favours in some form or other.

I mean, I don't do things for credit, I just do things to make other people's life easier, and the dark, dark knowlege that no one else will take action if I don't.

But i just wonder if all the effort is in vain.
That's all.

I'm so drained.
I'm drowning. glub.
There was no real time to get to know 3/3. It was just smack zip zap zoom lessons begin.
No one lingers,
No one has a reason to.

It'll get better though.
It must.