Something Different

The first week of school was surprisingly fine, albeit exhausting.

When I stepped inside the classroom and glanced around, I knew I was in for a tricky journey - one that required perseverance and diligence. Many people have said that third year or Grade 9 is very difficult. I don't have much to say on the subject, considering that I've only been a junior for a week.

There were a lot of people I'm unfamiliar with, and only a few whom I really know in my class. I didn't really talk to all of my new classmates, since my social skills aren't exactly exceptional. Some of them are very loquacious and like to crack jokes all the time. Anyhow, I only talk to others when I have to ask a question. It made me feel uneasy, to say the least. But I think in due time it will be better.

The subjects were compelling, and I can't wait to learn more. Spanish, I think, will be fun and challenging. On the other hand, Math was incredibly taxing, since it isn't my strong suit. I literally experience a headache whenever I solve complicated problems. Lastly, I expect English would be fun and enlightening.

The teachers are very different from what I am used to. While they have a sense of humor, they can be downright strict. Unlike the set of teachers I had last school year, some of them expect us to be quick in doing our activities. Though this is fine with me, sometimes it tends to be extremely onerous. One time, we were doing an exercise, and before I could even write my answer, we were told to exchange papers. But I guess that's their method of teaching. I'll just have to adapt or else I'll fail. And as dismal as that is, it's the truth.

This is only the start, and there is more to come. Before I know it, I'll be caught up in a flurry of work, for better or for worse.

It's a cycle that never ends.