It’s 7:30 and I walk into French class late again. Before I can dive into my seat so Monsieur Rasheed doesn’t catch me, Patience calls out loud, ‘Angie, have you written your profile for the yearbook?’

Oh man, I totally forgot. Georgina taps me from behind and says, ‘u sey wetin?’ That’s enough to crack me up and laugh even though I am having a tough morning.

Men, this yearbook is taking up all my energy.

See, I’m not much of a writer. Everything on this page is going to be brief, true and precise. It’s been great being in this class. Though some you guys put me off sometimes, I love you all regardless.

Life in A2 has been a roller coaster of emotions. There have been the bad times (all the quarrels), the good times (chatting & remembering College Haze) and the funny moments (when Paula Anokye’s phone rang in Social Studies class and we all began coughing to prevent Rev. Agbale from hearing the ringing tone).

Oh these are moments to be treasured.

Well, I promised something short and this is it.

Advice? You don’t know what you have till you lose it. Keep what you have well and know its worth.

Let get off the past sorrows so as to get the present happiness.