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A Look Back

Its again the time of the year on which I will again be celebrating my birthday, during this time I try to remember all the things that happened in the past year and how it has impacted my life. Can you believe it?, in just a few short hours I will be turning 15 ,but why the hype? age is just a number isn't  it? Yes age may be just a number but still its exciting to look back at what you have done and what you achieved.


In the past year I have experienced so much from achievements to failures, a couple of happy moments,successes, to not so happy moments, and to disappointments. It has been an exciting year full of laughter and tears so lets take a look back shall we?

April 04, 2011 yes! I turned Fourteen
As I turned 14 I entered my Junior year of high school, turns out Junior year would be my most successful year as a student. Rank 1 for 3 consecutive quarters, Deportment Awardee, Countless contest wins, from quiz bees to dramatic monologues and more but all of these achievements did not come without pain I suffered a hell lot too. Impeached from my class presidency on the first month, the whole class turning on you and countless adversaries but still Thank God for such a wonderful year.


It was also during this year that I entered the world of Fandom specifically The Harry Potter Fandom wherein I met so many new friends from different parts of the world, I created 3 new Harry Potter fan pages on FB an I did meet many persons who share the same interest with me. 


As this chapter of my life closes another one will surely open, it will be another year of new friends, new experiences, new successes, new failures and new beginnings. My eyes are always open to new opportunities and new experiences who knows maybe Being 15 will top being 14 in the mean time I will be enjoying life and living it to the fullest.
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