Your Classes

The class where you hate everyone: 

The class you like because the teacher lets you eat: 

The class where you don’t understand anything: 

The class all your friends are in: 

The class that your crush is in: 

Your last class of the day: 

And just like that, 2011 is half over.

A mother passing by her daughter’s bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, “Mom.” With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:




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