Dear Diary,
I have something to share with you. It is about my new class. Actually, it is not new. Hmm… Okay, it’s new because now I’m in the 12th grade. But, Not much changing. So, it’s not new. (Whatever). About 97% I will still see the same faces along this year. There are 35 students in my class, Hasta La Vista. Yeah! That’s my class name. Hasta La Vista or HLV is from Spanish that means Good bye/ See you later. I suggest it. The name was inspired by a song title with same name in Camp Rock movie. It’s sound good, right! I mean, when we say it, it’s cool! And it’s very easy listening. Everybody can remember it easily. My class is very popular. Cause me. (Kidding). They know because they hate us. (They= seventeen generation)
HATE. Its spelled H-A-T-E. “What?!” I think that the first word you will say. Shock? Me too. How could they?! The last porseni is supposed to be the best competition we ever had. But, the fact, they treated us like a junior. Moreover, we worse than junior. -_-. When the porseni held, no one talked to us. When we played the game, no one supported us. When we showed for de ville, no one clapped their hand. It was very cruel. And the most shame thing was everybody know about that. Everybody in here it’s include the teachers, 10 and 11 grade, and alumni. But, there is always the bright side from a disaster. I believe that and it’s true.
My classmate gets closer each other. Formerly, we just truly laugh and cry with our best friend who sit beside us. Since that special week (PORSENI), we laugh, cry, and express our feeling TOGETHER. Yes! Together! I remember when we cried together in the classroom after loosed girls soccer match. We cried. Almost all of the girls teardrops on the floor that day. And the boys just silent, starring at the girls, and listened our complained. Even, they didn’t talked, I know they care to us but they didn’t know what they had to do. Or maybe, the though “not now to take the action. The times will come automatically.” After we calm down, the boys always know how to raise our spirit. We talked, they listened. When we quieted, they talked to us.
One by one they talked. Musa said “Don’t worry guys. We are intelligent student, so face it like a that one.” Rezkur said “Girls, the people out there are so childish. Then, we fight it like an adult.” Tio said, “let’s move guys. Let’s prove to them that we can. Yes. We can!” And Irpan said, “Firstly, I’m really sorry to you all. It happened because of me. But I don’t wanna see you break down. I know they wrong if think we are nobody. Cause we are somebody and it never change.” The last, Rezo said, “why our class like High School Musical”. LOL. Hahaha…
This moment is very important to all of us. Like a beginning to start the brand new life in High School. And the first step we do is making a time capsule. Like in the “Knowing” movie. We write everything we wanna write about 17 SHS, then we burry it. Then, we open it ten years later to be something to laugh or cry about. I’m very proud to all boys in my class. Even they a little bit “freak” who is more choose to study and solve Olympiads questions rather than play soccer or hangout to the mall with their girlfriend, but so far I like it. I like it much. The other plan is we want to break our fast in charitable institution. That was Musa suggestion. It is one of many plans that we had made. And I already know that I will have a wonderful year. So, welcome senior year.
Diary, wish me luck okay! In a minute, I will meet Mr. Exam. Wish me all the best. One of them is pass the National Examination with amazing scores and I can be collage girl in excellent university.
Thanks for the night dear! Love u!
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