This year started normally enough, with the start of JC life on the 1st of Febuary. At that time, i was young, both physically and mentally. Hardly a year has passed, and now, i feel much more mature. Just 11 months ago, i wouldnt have stayed up so late to do stuff. Just 11 months ago, i wouldnt have cared so much about others. There's that X factor in JC education which pushes you to grow up if you wanted to survive.
Being the child as i was at the beginning of the year, i thought JC would be like secondary school. But of course with that mindset, i was struggling 2 months into the cirriculum. In that short 2 months, i realised that if i were to keep myself afloat in JC, i would have to sacrifice. Also in that short 2 months, i have discovered the beginning of a new passion.
Of course, a smooth voyage never occurs and storms will always pop up over the horizon. The passion that i had went through some tests, both from myself and others, but its the personal ones that were daunting. I was born as a thinker. I like thinking a lot. But sometimes, i manage think to much, and end up emoing about one thing or the other. (Well, mostly its just that one thing, but nevermind.). But now, looking back at what i have thought/suspected, some of them does seem to be true.