it's much better than yesterday,
but the boredom level was still the same.
Since I woke up early,
too early,
I took over the responsibility to fetch my sister to her school everyday.
She told me she was glad to make some nice friends.
And she kind of made me recall the memories I had in the first few days in high school.
No friends in the same class,
but then knew some amazing friends.
But now I only have 3 friends from junior that I still keep in touch with.
Sad fact.
Even one who I was once closest with,
who bravely confessed to me, (I was only confessed once in High School)
doesn't contact me anymore.
But of course I have a bunch of good friends from senior class.
I love my senior class.
I love my ex-classmates.
All of them.
Today we took a unnecessarily lingering visit to Monash University,
which is probably my next school,
where I probably will spend my next four years at.
Again, there is ice-breaking.
But thankfully,
through the ice-breaking,
I eventually knew some friends,
exactly it's four.
And I am fine with the amount,
because I cannot remember five names in a day.
There was a lovely and petite Indian girl,
who asked me to help her complete the task in the game. (Take a photo with February baby.)
After taking the photo,
she said that she remembered my name and pronounced my name precisely, (We met in the back-paper game before.)
I immediately felt a surge of guilt in my throat because I couldn't remember hers.
So I apologized to her and asked her name again.
And then she told me.
I pronounced it like 100 times to memorize it.
What feels worse, terrifically worse is,
now I forget again.
Tomorrow is the last day of the gay orientation.
I shall find something to celebrate.
