"How did the vacation fly so fast?" A question. A question which came from my twelve-year-old brother. I stopped for a moment and thought about it, and it actually made some sense. His phrase wasn't a truth, it was a reality, an opinion which came from a normal person. And according to my new English teacher, we can also call it a subjective.
What have we done to feel like these two months flew so fast? If I think about it now, the only things that I remember are happy moments with my cousins and family. There's nothing more precious than to spend a day with them, because we're emotionally attached to each other, we love and care about each other. I had a flashback, and remembered the first week of the vacation, and the day that I received my report card. Believe me when I say that that day wasn't a good one, I felt like a complete loser. But, I went back home and had to face my parents with the ugly truth. I hid the report card in a secret place, and tried to create a story. Things didn't work out, and I was busted. I let them down. They expected something, but found nothing. Now that's a truth, and objective, something that's based on true numbers and marks and an endless amount of Mrs. Fatma's papers. I screwed up, and had to face my problem. I wasn't proud of myself, and I wasn't shocked either.
When I look at it now, I don't regret a thing. You know why? It's because that problem had happened for a reason, and it taught me a very hard lesson. And that lesson is to stop pretending and start working.
My SAT is coming up, and I am sure that I'm ready. Because it's a standardized test which is based on my former studies. It's a test which tests the students'... Life experiences. It is certainly one of my biggest fears, but at the same time, it's a brick wall that I shall crash, smash, break, and pass through to reach my goal.
So this what I'll tell you when you say that the vacation flew so fast: just remember. Just remember the good moments, and I assure you that you'll feel better. You'll laugh, and maybe have some tears. But happy tears are the best, they come directly from the heart which will always beat with love that is mixed with some fear of the future. The future will always wait for us, and then the brain will handle it.
So, one last advice: never regret something that happened in the past, because you'll never go back and fix it, and the only thing that you can do is to repair the present.
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