...you don't look forward to it.
...teachers confirm your feeling of dread with long lectures that outline how the next two years is all uphill.
...said lectures span across entire week.
...you feel drained even after all that sleep during said lectures.
...you find out that you have to go through the crap of repeating your name twice, loudly, when someone doing a roll call goes through all the D names and then pauses uncomfortably.
...roll caller pronounces your name funny.
...you have to introduce yourself eventually to a dozen other people you've met once/haven't met/don't wish to meet/have a vague awareness of their existence.
...everyone else pronounces your name funny, except, of course, the people you've been with for quite a while.
...you thought this traumatic experience of introductions was over and done with, since it's the same school you're still in.
...you remember you might as well have been new anyway, since you, a) didn't mix around with other people due to circumstance and choice (though more due to circumstance) and b) have new schoolmates.
...you realise that you really could be xenophobic.
...the thought of comparing your school experience to another's actually crosses your mind. (Yes, you were content all this while.)
...you don't want it to and don't want to end up blaming your parents/God/yourself for various reasons if it does end up waist deep in muck.
...you don't want to be thinking about it.
...idiots ask whether your life/career/further education is planned out when all you wanted was to get through the system doing the minimal, ask questions later and hopefully get an ENJOYABLE JOB THAT YOU HAVE AN INTEREST IN, even though you won't end up rich.
...you write your insignificant views about it in your blog when you swore you wouldn't.
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No, I'm not depressed. I think. Meh. Needed to say all that.
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