Between birth and dead

It's 9.30am. Whilst my head is wishing for more sleep, I am staring at the computer screen. This is supposed to be English class, but it feels more and more like mindless web-surfing. How the hell can there be such a big contrast between my former school and this one?

The level of education here is saddening. It's been a month and a half since I started. I remember the first English class, our teacher went over the pronuncation of the English alphabet. It ended in me in rebel mode. Now, I have all the freedom I wish, as long as I show up in class. Guess what? There is a point where you get bored of just surfing the web.

The days go by slowly. The kids at school, most of them still 16-17 years old, don't grab the concept of maturity. It's been a culture shock for me. Actually, there are so many different cultures at this school that I feel like a minority being white.

My friends are doing pretty well. One got accepted at Oxford. The ones in bands are crossing the borders. It's great to see their successes.

The day may be passing slowly, but it's alright. The sun is shining. I love the sun.