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What a Journey

Senior year, ooooohh the excitement and the thrills of being a high school graduating student. I actually expected it to be the best part of my HS life but unfortunately it did not leave up to my expectations or maybe I myself did not live up to my own expectations.

I entered senior year with high hopes, dreams and goals, but up to this point, Nothing, maybe a few rewards here and there but nothing big or major. Several times this year I have questioned myself am I really not good enough, was last year a fluke, was it all an accidents, was I foolish enough to believe that I was good, that I was smart. NO, this realization hits me right in my face, last year was not an accident for it happened for a reason, I indeed have become complacent, I have been contented going with the flow and this is the reason for my recent failures.

It is safe to say that I have indeed cried a thousand tears, I heave been through alot, Yes I indeed have had a fair share of triumphs but looking back those achievements seem like nothing to me now, but No as one of my teachers told me He believes in e so why can't I.

History, indeed has a funny way of repeating itself, we cannot do away with the past because sometimes it has a harsh way of coming back to us.

As one of my teachers once said last year I was on Fire and that is what I need to do, I need to find that Charmane with the fire, the one with the drive and the thirst to win, the Charmane who was so competetive that it hurt.

If I fail this time around, I will make sure that this time I will have no regrets for I know that I did my best, I gave it my all and i stopped at nothing :)

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