Although this isn’t most of my TA family, this is a decent majority of it. (MIA: a senior, junior, intermediate, and all four freshmen). Okay, so yeah, a lot are missing, but we have a day in the near future prepared for all of us.

So I’ve been going to this school for four years, I’m a senior. With all the crazy things that always go around, my TA has definitely kept my sanity (to some degree), or at least got crazy with me. I remember back when I was a freshman, so scared to talk to everyone, and we were never really that close to the older grades. I mean, sure, when we had extra time, we played games, but we never got close, like had personal conversations, opened up, or anything like that.

As time progressed, and I got older, I made sure that the grades that were younger didn’t feel as distant as I did with the older grades. So I tried making an effort in talking to them. And over time, although it took some years, this year, it finally paid off. One of the freshmen actually told me they were so happy and blessed to be in a TA like mine because she felt exactly how I felt all those years ago.

I’m really happy I’ve made some sort of change in my TA. In a way, I’m proud we’re all brought closer. But this wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for the others who felt the same way and all of us working towards the same goal. I am so fortunate to have been put in a TA, where after all the pushing, shoving, yelling, fighting for the mail, lock-stealing, and all… They really are the family I grew up with.

Merry Christmas TA 14!

Love,
Louise Lagman. 

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Although this isn’t most of my TA family, this is a decent majority of it. (MIA: a senior, junior, intermediate, and all four freshmen). Okay, so yeah, a lot are missing, but we have a day in the near future prepared for all of us.

So I’ve been going to this school for four years, I’m a senior. With all the crazy things that always go around, my TA has definitely kept my sanity (to some degree), or at least got crazy with me. I remember back when I was a freshman, so scared to talk to everyone, and we were never really that close to the older grades. I mean, sure, when we had extra time, we played games, but we never got close, like had personal conversations, opened up, or anything like that.

As time progressed, and I got older, I made sure that the grades that were younger didn’t feel as distant as I did with the older grades. So I tried making an effort in talking to them. And over time, although it took some years, this year, it finally paid off. One of the freshmen actually told me they were so happy and blessed to be in a TA like mine because she felt exactly how I felt all those years ago.

I’m really happy I’ve made some sort of change in my TA. In a way, I’m proud we’re all brought closer. But this wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for the others who felt the same way and all of us working towards the same goal. I am so fortunate to have been put in a TA, where after all the pushing, shoving, yelling, fighting for the mail, lock-stealing, and all… They really are the family I grew up with.

Merry Christmas TA 14!

Love,
Louise Lagman. 

You’re always going to be that one person that I’ll always be coming back to no matter how much you hurt me and push me away.

loulagman:

You’re the mistake I’m never going to learn.

To be honest, I try as much as I can not to care for you anymore. But hey, you were my first and nothing’s ever gonna change that.

(via loulagman)

I often question who I am. When I look at myself in a mirror, too many thoughts run in my mind. Daughter. Friend. Girlfriend. Dancer. Student. There’s so much more. Not only do I question who I’m supposed to be, but I question how I’m perceived by society. Chesty. Skinny. Fat. Stupid. Nerd. Pathetic. Girly. Slut. It’s a mix, a blur. I get told one thing and then the complete opposite within the next second. I don’t know. I’m tired of having this label on me to try to figure out who I am. I’m sick and tired of people constantly trying to mold me on who they want me to be. I am no longer my own self. I have become a slave to society.

In a world where you have to have a label to be identified, it’s hard to see who you are. But honestly, fuck society. Fuck labels. Fuck high expectations. This is my life and no one will dare to interfere with who I want to be.

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I often question who I am. When I look at myself in a mirror, too many thoughts run in my mind. Daughter. Friend. Girlfriend. Dancer. Student. There’s so much more. Not only do I question who I’m supposed to be, but I question how I’m perceived by society. Chesty. Skinny. Fat. Stupid. Nerd. Pathetic. Girly. Slut. It’s a mix, a blur. I get told one thing and then the complete opposite within the next second. I don’t know. I’m tired of having this label on me to try to figure out who I am. I’m sick and tired of people constantly trying to mold me on who they want me to be. I am no longer my own self. I have become a slave to society.

In a world where you have to have a label to be identified, it’s hard to see who you are. But honestly, fuck society. Fuck labels. Fuck high expectations. This is my life and no one will dare to interfere with who I want to be.