For two years I’ve been diligently working in this program. I’ve learned far more than I could even say, but it’s not official yet. I’m not an IB diploma graduate yet. Rather, I’m still just a candidate. In ten minutes, I’ll know if I passed the program or not. Within those seconds, I’ll either smile or cry.
So many things could happen in a second. The news broke that my grandfather died in a second. My sister got into a car accident in a second. Argentina lost their chance to win the world cup in seconds. An emergency hospital truck could reach a person just in time to keep them alive. What I’m saying is, these following moments will matter to me, and they could matter to you.
—- Five minutes till I get my results and my stomach is already turning and twisting. I might cry, I might stop typing, I might just become too weak to look at my scores. Sometimes we take our seconds for granted. We don’t know what’ll happen within a few seconds, those ”insignificant” seconds, we tell ourselves.
—- Three minutes and counting. I could feel my heart race and my sweat gathering below my armpits.
—- One more minute. I’m smiling and I don’t know why.
Well, it’s time now…
The racial issues
Viewing the whole process of eL Seed's artwork from start to finish was incredible.
Life is hard but is harder if you give up before the road to heaven ends
Oh oh oh it's magic
Run boy, run
just do it
I've missed seeing the train on a daily basis. Living in the suburbs is better and not.
The view from the hammock. First sunny day in a while. Still chilly though.