Sorrow and depression came like a wave.
People ask me why,
But I don’t know why.
It came and went like the morning sun.

I miss the days when I can reach home in the afternoon, take a nap and then slack the whole night away. The average time I reach home is now 7pm everyday. Lessons end at around 4.50 everday save tuesdays (which for the sake of exercising, I stay late) and wednesdays (but there is CCA).

I miss the days when we still had a fixed classroom. It felt like having a firm foothold in the school where you can just hang around and even when you are alone, you won’t feel the least bit lonely in your own clasroom. Though free classrooms seem to be ubiquitous around the school, they just aren’t the same as one fixed classroom you can have. Of course there is the library, canteen, concourse and many other places but they aren’t the same.

I miss the days when there weren’t tutorials to do. There was homework and assignments but they didn’t amount to the same as the stacks of tutorials now do.

I miss the days when we didn’t have the omnipotently evil Project Work. I miss the days when we didn’t have much worries.

I miss the days…

But the world has moved on and so must we.