MY JOURNAL:

          Being a student is like a baby, waking up so early. My mother wakes me up as sweet as the solemn sound of cherubs when they strike their golden harps. As the sun greeted me every morning, I feel so safe and warm. At school I’m as busy as a bee and attending my first subject makes me bored and blue. But time is money and I should not waste this for me to pass as easy as shooting fish in a barrel. Listening to my teacher is like beating a drum where the same sounds are coming out. Everyday many opportunities knocked on the door, so I welcomed him with my two opened hands. As the bell shout ring ring ring for the time, and when my teacher said thank you and goodbye, I feel so excited like a little girl ready to eat her favourite candy. Ready for my next class having those smiley eyes of mine.