Mrs. Meadows got me thinking… Is it really immature? Well, it kind of may be… Just to some people… I think back at the moment a bunch of 13-14 year old eighth graders singing happy birthday as loud as they can, banging the tables, to Sergio who it wasn’t even his birthday. Well, maybe… to the third person it might seem a stupid, but I have to confess that it’s fun.
Sometimes I feel as if I have too much pressure from people, from the world itself. It’s like time went so fast, now all of a sudden I have to be responsible, have more homework, no recess, and be like a lady. Why? When did I grow up this fast? What if sometimes I like to feel like a kid? Have a little of fun that I used to? Is it wrong or is it right? Well, I don’t feel so bad because I wasn’t me the only one singing. It was the whole grade.
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