Every once in a while I recall that we used to shout, scream and laugh in 1A, 2A, 3A and 4S1, spent our not-too-leisurely mornings copying each others' homework, talking crap and eating breakfast.
That sure was nice.
Though it was quite a long time ago. When we were still 13, 14, 15 and 16 years old.
Now we are turning 20 or 21. Not expelling a loud: "You gotta be kidding me?!", but welcoming the years with open arms.
Eventually, you guys make everything special.
In the space between the two classes, I have found acres of blessings. :')
Good night.
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