This thing still exists? Whoa. I haven't touched this in a while.

Let me update you with my life. Shall I?

Besides all the soap opera-worthy drama of my life - after the betrayal of my second year section, the rejection and disappointment I've gotten from a few loves - I have found the most amazing class: III-Service. It's a class full of really talented and lovely people. I don't know how I would've survived the first few months of junior year without them.

We had a competition called the Shakespearean Festival, and as luck would have it, we got the supposedly 'hardest' and 'worst' play. The play has always been over time - you see, once you go over the 20 minute limit set for each play, they turn off the lights. Ladies and gentlemen, we present to you OTHELLO: The 20-Minute Edition. I volunteered to be a script writer, and I practically murdered the script. I went all Edward Scissorhands on Shakespeare's work, and transformed it into a 3.75-page work. Don't you just love it? Of course, wouldn't have made it that far without the help of my fellow Scissors.

Thus, our rehearsals (and suffering) started. We started out amazing. By the time we got to the elimination, the teachers said we needed to work harder. We "peaked too early". That was the day before the competition. It was the biggest wake up call ever. We worked harder. The next day, Othello died. He died and Iago laughed and we all lived happily ever after because a weight was lifted off our shoulders. We could now sleep in peace.

The following Monday, results were out. Sadly, we didn't win Best Script. But we won...


BEST PLAY!


Oh, that's good enough I suppose.

But anyway. Skipskipskip. Exposure trips, crush drama, relationship drama, crying, OUR RECOLLECTION - where we had photoshoots, cry-fests and other things - and now, we have...what do we have? We have a bond that is so great that it encompasses our old differences. Of course, we're still hungover from second year (ahemahemyouknowwhoyouguysare), but we are III-Service, always and forever.

Sopas, I love you all.