Being a year 5... It really changes a person a lot. But sometimes, I really hate it.
Okay...I'm not being emo here... Just, reflective.
So you're a year 5 and suddenly you realised there are so many empty spaces, gaps all over your timetable. I end at 9am on Monday, and that sounds like something to boast about, with all the other levels shouting, "WHAT?! No way!"
Sounds so pro right... And then, you get to go back to your room to sleep whenever you have breaks. Again, a point that makes the younger ones want to be year 5.
But now, to me...I dun think being yr 5 is really that great.
It's really sressful being year 5.
And it really teaches you the real meaning of falling down.
The real meaning of pain.