I'm The Kind of Girl who... ...

We can't
We can't back down (x4)

Not right now
We can't back down
Not right now
We can't back down
We can't back down

We can't back down

There's too much at stake

This is serious

Don't walk away

We can't pretend it's not happening

In our own backyard

Our own home plate

Goes the lyrics of the popular song from the movie Camp Rock 2. I just found that this lines reflects my life right now. I can feel fear and anxiety rippling through me as the final quarter of the school year looms to a close many would think that its too early to think about these things but not for me.

As a Junior high school student, I am indeed trying to do everything I can in order for me to pave the way into a brighter future part of it is doing good in my studies. For 3 consecutive quarters I have ranked 1 and with the Final Quarter looming to an end I'm now referring to it as My Finale performance for the Academic Year 2011-2012.

But with everything that is, Life is indeed full of What If's what If I don't succeed, What if I don't make it what if I fail? Just like in everything I do I always try to do my best, second best won't do, for me All I want is to be on top but what if that won't be the case for the final showdown?

Failing is in no way a part of my vocabulary. A victory is always a must for me. I am a very ambitious person who would not stop at anything to get to what she wants, I can go to really extreme measures to get what I want.

I hope for the best, and I'm certainly not ready for the worst

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