Dear Past

Hey you!
Just a few pointers in the upcoming year. First in January, you'll have a regular New Year, no surprises. Well, skip a few months and we come to June. Yes, your birthday in April will be fine. Let's just say, NEVER invite your little cousin. Ok? You'll be much better off without him wrecking your presents for you. So back to June. Of course, that is the start of summer and the start of the worst torture you have ever been through, called: summer gym. Good luck. There's nothing worse than blazing hot sun, running a mile, and sweat. So again, we'll skip July and go to August. The month of new things, autumnal wonders and... SCHOOL. This year as you know, you're going into sixth grade (year seven for all your UK friends you'll meet later on. [Don't ask how you'll meet people across the Atlantic, I'll mention that later]). So that means you'll be the underdog again, like in first grade. But I assure you, spice up your attitude toward the eighth graders and you'll be alright, though you might want to run in the hallways so you don't get trampled. Don't be afraid to try anything new, because it'll be worth it. And at the end of August, you'll be bored on the bus and have a little tickle from the creative part of your brain. After about a week, you'll look for a poetry app like crazy, stumbling upon Opuss on September 3rd. The best part of your year. Now have a good year and wish me luck on surviving the hallways of life. And if a door of opportunity opens, just duck through it so you don't get trampled by regret (a.k.a. the eighth graders). Happy New Year!