11/11/11.
- Just think about it, a baby can be born on this day at 11:11 am/pm. Wouldn’t that be magical? I think so. A new life, on the most magical time of the year. See, all that people have been talking about is relationships on 11/11/11. Yeah, it’s a good date. But, Damn. It’s going to suck when that couple breaks up. I guess some wishes don’t last forever huh? I’m just going to party on 11/11/11 & pray I live on for another year. Because life goes by fast. Kind of like a Roller coaster. It starts off slow, having a good time being on top of the world… Then BAM… The drop, the loops, the twists & turns. So why not enjoy life while it lasts? I’m just worried about the people in my main circle. I have a small huddle. But I also, like fishing in the sea. So I’m looking for a girl to hopefully spend a good amount of time with. But the good girls get taken if i wait too long. So hopefully, my dream girl doesn’t get engaged or married before i reach her.
It’s almost half way through my Sophomore year, it seemed like yesterday I was an up and coming Freshman who thought he was the shit because I was finally in highschool. But now? I know what’s expected of me as a Sophomore & as an athlete. Now I can’t stand my past self, i’ve given myself improvements. Which I’m still working on, since nobody’s perfect. But then again, people say they miss the old me. Good for you, because I don’t.
Name; Michael Figueroa - Football Player - Swimmer - Baseball Player - Hamilton High School; Class of '14.
