My Old and New Self

I feel as if my whole life is a ship wreck. I have listened to the song 'pray' for a whole day now, I like how it goes... I'm young and I'm foolish,...I'm somewhat naive,... baby I pray, pray y y y... I'm still here and I'm still your disciple...

It just convey so much meaning. I want to say that I need to pray, but I don't know if my prayers are accepted. "pray for a glimmer of hope." I had stepped into issues way beyond me, only to come to the conclusion that I can't argue what I don't know, borrowing other people's voices, and that I'm infinitely stupid. 

"won't you call me? can we have a one on one please? Let's talk about freedom."

I feel so detached like I'm a torn out tree, and that I have no roots or origins. Like I'm just a body floating in space without a mother or a father, like my siblings don't exist. I feel like a void.

"I'm down on my knees, I'm begging you please.."

I don't know if I made the right decisions concerning the people I associate myself with, I certainly have no criteria. I'm just fooling around with whoever, and not paying attention to the downfalls, I have nothing to lose, that'd be my only consolation. 

And I have to shine in the brightest way possible, where would the fire ignite within me? I don't know.

In times of solitude I retreat for old pleasures. Like reading forbidden scripture. I can't help it, I must find another thing equally persuasive. 

Once. 

I just like the way it looks.

I love few things in life, I don't study and do little work to compensate for that. So, basically I'm useless and depressed. I wish I was better :) 

ELP

Lately I've been part of the ELP which stands for Experiential Learning Program. I get to go to ABA (American British Academy) every tuesday and get to observe a class. Before we went there for the first time we got to write down which class we wanted and I picked 5th grade, the class is made up of lovely kind students. None of them bothered me. Luckily as the weeks pass I find my self learning more. And the class teacher is Mr. V who is a very strict teacher. 

Last week since grade 5, 4, and 3 were having tests we were sent to a grade 2 class to observe. It was nice, I could easily notice the progress of their work, and correct simple mistakes they made. I also had a chat with Mr. C their teacher, and it made feel anxious and excited to come the coming weeks.

Here is some pictures of ABA: