The Dreaded Beginning

Dear reader, if you are reading these recollections of mine, I tell you that these recollections are both good and bad. You must quite know that bad can turn to worst and good can turn to best. So, just read this with ease(in case a giant troll appears in your computer and comes out and grab your throat). Anyway, this is my first recollection. Hope you can understand these figures flashed before your screen.

Aah, I'm really living the suite(sweet) life now. I really don't know but everything's quite running well in my life; but before I continue with these recollections, I would like to introduce myself: I am Monsieur Aronnax. Don't worry but this is just my pseudonym. My real name is Nico Antonio Sagun and I live in an archipelago located in southeast Asia. I would like my location to be remained hidden just for my own personal reasons. I'm a fourth year high school student in the University of the Philippines. Well, I have a flourishing lovelife(hehe) and I'm so thankful I have a great variety of friends who are always there to comfort me when I'm down. Being a student in UP is tough work, mind you; having a lot of projects and assignments to deal with and also dreaded teachers. Anyways, I could say that being a high school year student is a laborious work but still, its enjoying because of activities in school, friends, not to include, lovelife.

This is my fourth year here in my school yet I still don't want to leave this sancturay of knowledge because I have experience a lot here: mastery of various subjects, having and dealing with friends, experiencing love and enjoying life to the fullest. I would truly miss this wondrous experience here in a school where every beautiful experiences can be experienced. I really don't want to write these things but because leaving the school is inevitable, I have to put down these recollections. I'm glad this world is advancing with technology because if not for this technology, the parchment where I would write down these recollections would be stained with ink blots because of fallen tears. For this day, I think these would be all. Monsieur Aronnax.