My Online Diary

As I gaze in my galactic future, I expect that in this school year, I would be full of knowledge in my English class and burp soundly with satisfaction with my language professor.

While writing this composition, billions of thoughts stir my bouncy wit. One of the thoughts I have that keeps on tickling my head is that I wish I would have very high grades in English in the present and in the next grading periods. But of course, I must study and listen very well on every bit of blueberry muffin flavored and sweet-smelling brain fries that my teacher would cook for my hungry and wisdom aficionada mind.

I also expect that my English class would not be mind-numbing until the last bite of dawn of the school year. And that it would be filled with agitation to the max that would look like a class with rocking-yahoo of emerald and amber guitars of English language erudition and our teacher like a shimmering rockstar that splashes out the vibrant and rockin’ knowledge.

And lastly, for myself, I would let my body be streamed with toasty sweats of hardwork in studying the English language even though half of the greenish board’s writings can’t be seen especially in my seat’s location ‘coz the sun’s golden flashing rays are attacking it like torpedos and it really makes me lose my temper. And it’s undeniably increasing up to 3,000 degrees centigrade ‘coz I can’t catch up with our lessons and it’s beyond doubt that it makes me like a blazing reddish panther! And nevertheless, I would reach the dazzling stars of my existence no matter how hard to make a grasp on it.

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