On a fine Sunday, as I woke up from my panda-like sleep, everything seemed to be of the same atmosphere as the usual. However, after the mass, the clock tick quicker than it used to and I was like in a movie being fast forwarded. I was already prepared two hours before the call time. As I waited for the clock to strike four o’clock, my heart felt uneasy for I urged to go to the hotel already.
As I entered the hotel, my classmates and friends stared at me for they could not believe that it was I who wore a long green gown and a curly hairstyle; it was like I turned into a beautiful swan. As the music started to play, other went to the dance floor with their partners, while I waited for the guy who I liked to ask me. I let three songs pass and as the third song ended, I breathed heavy sighs and tears wanted to fall down from my eyes. I did not cry for I wanted to have a great time. Suddenly, a guy that I was comfortable with asked me to dance with him. Both of us were the first and the last songs’ dance partner of the other which made me smile more than I should. As we danced for the last time, my heart beat as fast as it could. We, my friends and I, sat in the same table where I heard laughs coming from them. Everyone talked nonstop as if we had just met after a year. The even ended with a great satisfaction from students. After the night of the dance, wonderful dreams kept on coming in my sleep as if the dance never ended.
Numerous things happened in just one night but not all of these were happy moments. Though there was disappointment, the joyful moments prevailed in my mind and heart. Sad and unlikeable things bound to happen for they are difficult to prevent. But as long as I know that there are a lot of good things ahead of me, everything will fall into place and will give me more memorable and precious moments to come.
My topic should be an easy one to write about since it is based on my experience but that same reason gave me difficulties in writing. I am not used to putting my memories into writing. I was also unsure of what to write and what not to because I might make it too personal for an essay. I might not have the courage to publish it if it becomes so. It was hard for me to organize my thoughts since as I remembered, things happened simultaneously. The sequence of the events had no importance for me that night because regardless of which happened before which, every moment was a precious memory. In my thoughts, I have organized how all the events of that night played out. That is why I am not that satisfied with the essay. I believed that I could have done something to make the events from my mind appear more understandable when translated into writing. I should have written it according to how it turned out as I remembered.
