Summaries, I love summaries. I was the girl would try to complete her summaries in the fastest time possible back in school, and watch my classmates take their time to finish their work with a gleeful smile on my face. I know I may have mentioned this a dozen times, but my Biology teacher (who disliked me) used to say, "when Angela puts down her pen, I will remove the notes from the projector." And this would make my classmates grumble and pinpoint me.

My Biology teacher, by the way, did not believe I would copy my notes - so she wanted to make sure that I did. So to make up for that, I pretended I was still writing even after I was done.

Now back to 2010. Graduating in mid-year. This had to be one of the most surreal moments of my life. I cannot seem to come to terms with the fact that I have graduated from school. I miss the days where I had the freedom to skip school once in a while without facing any possible consequences. I did not have to worry about carrying the weight of responsibility on my shoulders, apart from the times that I spent at The Student Agency while juggling with school work and whatnot.

How much have I changed within these three years of life in poly? I became somewhat serious. I was determined to do well and improve. When I was in Crescent Girls, nobody saw me as hardworking. I was probably the laziest girl in class who never did her homework, the one whom nobody would want to pair up or group with when it came to work. But I was on good terms with everyone and always made people laugh, and I had the smartest students to guide me along when I had trouble.

Before I came to this course, I did try for college during my first three months. I dropped out within the first two weeks. I suppose the main reason could boil down to the fact that I hate long-distance travel. The orientation was also boring and pretentious. The people were nice but I could not connect with anyone on the same level. Being tied down by school rules and a ton of homework? I could already foresee the sour relationship I would develop with college life.

Do you know it feels like to be able to spew vulgarities and get rowdy with your classmates? It feels like home.

When people asked why I was so motivated during my early years in poly, I did not quite know how to respond. And then I realised why. It was because I came here with an intention. Secondary school was not a choice, poly was. And if it were a choice that I have made, I will damn well make it right. I did not want to make up excuses for any mistakes just because "I chose to come here and waste my time". If I do not do anything about it, then why am I still here? I truly believed it was a privilege even though I would lament at times.

I never did regret anything in the past three years that I spent in poly. Be it the ups and downs. This year I had too many opportunities and changes in life, such that I could not place it into words. What I really want to do from now on, is to keep improving, and to make sure that I spend a few minutes of my every hour doing something more worthwhile to make my next year even better.

And to all my friends and family, thank you for being a friend and family. Luke, thank you for being so patient during the days when I am so absorbed with work I completely ignore everything else.