School has officially started, just like how I am officially doomed.

No, that's not right. I'm supposed to shed a little sunshine on everything, not be all doom and gloom. I've realised optimism is one of the best qualities anyone can have, because with it comes hope. And with hope, you light up the room! Like a christmas tree! I likey that! So yes, school has started, and I feel... beatific.

Anyways, I felt a sense of trepidation the second I reached the school bus stop (there I go again). Regular schoolwork is generally okay; yawn-inducing and sometimes scratch-head-bald baffling, but essentially manageable. My MP, on the other hand, is in a whole other blood vessel-bursting league. I can totally see myself going ballistic doing it, but it's all I've got. Unless Mr Cheng would be so kind as to give me an A for a periodic MP report. And we all know that's not gonna happen, because no one gets it that easy.

The sight of the hordes of kids (because I am the big kid on the block now, being year 3 and all, I get to call the rest kids), each wearing their vacation shopping, cruising along the concourse was like a stamp of affirmation- the race has started.

So dramatic, this girl. Well yeah, I thought I'd add a tad of theaterics for your entertainment.

But yeah, the teachers I've met so far seem pretty nice. I'm always blown away by my Communication Skills teachers. Why is it that every one of them brim with poise and charm and all that sleek puff stuff? Did their mum feed them something when they were young? Because I want a dose of that too!

For all my whining, today has actually been okay. I saw that gero gero kurukurupa and I think I managed not to flinch. A colossal feat. Tomorrow shall be better. By better, I mean I won't even feel the tiniest urge to doze off. I was fighting the zzz monster (yes, Pear, it is not a figment of your imagination- it is one part hair, three parts muscle; play-dohesque clumpy muscles that make it look like a cloud) today. Or was that part of my dream? Hmm.