Just as i thought i've reached a plateau, something has come my way. I'm excited, but i fear criticism. I fear i won't live up to expectations. someone says 'no fear', but there's still a great deal of self-doubt. i shan't let on about what new project i've embarked on. in time to come, rather, when the time is right, i will. a newfound direction, i presume, and something that's always been at the back of my mind. yet, as i progress from one stage to another, i've sacrificed another part of me - dance. i don't even remember the last time i attended class. nostalgia is speaking together with regret.
work's been tiring, even though the hours are relatively short. i love those little terrors. i find joy in rewarding them with stars marked in red ink, as much as sadistic satisfaction sets in when i confiscate their psps or give them a stern dressing down for shabby homework. above all, i've realised truly that education is synonymous with understanding. the importance of foundation cannot be further stressed, and it is an idealistic goal. i hope i'm teaching them as much as they've taught me.
i miss the loosely termed "clique" - you know who you are, outing soon please. i miss waking up late, and regular visits to the gym. and eventually, when school begins, i will miss those little terrors, especially my favourite ball of sunshine.
