Week One

This week has been interesting. Usually, my weeks don't vary from lots of school work and lack of free time. Well, maybe, school is not the main  reason why I can't take a break. I, self voluntary,  have inflicted myself with extra work and stress-but, I guess it is for a good cause. You see, since I can remember I have been dreaming for a scholarship. Since then, I have been working nonstop so I can actually make my dreams come true.
However, this year things have changed a bit. First of all, my urge to be a book worm has stopped. I probed this theory true when I utterly refused to finish reading my literature book. I  mean, I tried really hard-I really did- but all I could get was that 1)Jules Verne was a genius, and 2) I will never get to understand a single word I read, unless I graduate from physics. Now I'm praying that the only half of the book I read was enough to pass the test. Cross your fingers for me, please.
Now, I know I kind of lost track of my initial point; and I know you may be expecting me to write about the rest of my classes and all-but, Come on!  There is plenty of time to talk about them. 36 weeks to be exact. So don't  worry. You will know more about me soon.
Love,
 -Leslie

Intro

After almost twelve years of studying, I thought that I should be already used to the whole idea of waking every morning at 5 a.m. Sadly, it still makes me want to cry every time I leave the comfort of my bed. Since I can remember, showers have been the remaining fifteen minutes of sleep that I need to be semi-conscious during most of the morning. 
I know it sounds a bit melodramatic, but-Hey! I'm a Senior. I guess, I deserve some consideration. 
However, now that I see the end of my school life reaching its unstoppable end, I have found my self with mixed feelings. Nervousness for the future, eagerness for a new life, sadness for leaving my childhood life behind-all of these feelings are guarded safely in the pit of my stomach.  
Being born in a family where girls are the majority, I can't deny I have been a bit over protected. But, now, that I think I'm old enough, and mature enough to take my own decisions, I guess I'm ready to chose the path I want my like to take over.
This is the reason why I started to write this journal-to record my last moments of school. To remember the times in which my only "responsibility" was "to study". To be sure that I don't forget the old me, before I  started my college life. 
:)
Me