Starting school again after a summer break can be a bittersweet experience for students. While there’s excitement about seeing friends and teachers, there’s also a sense of dread about returning to a structured routine. For me, this year was no different. Despite not having the relaxing summer I wanted, the schools finally resumed and I was faced with the reality of having to spend half of my day in class and the other half at my own disposal.

However, I was pleasantly surprised to find that out of the seven overcrowded classes I was in, only two had 24 students instead of the usual 35. This was a welcome change, as it made the classes feel less overwhelming and more manageable.

As we navigate this new school year, it’s important to remember that our experiences and emotions are valid, no matter what they are. Whether we’re eager to return to school or feeling a sense of hesitation, it’s important to take things one day at a time and make the best of the situation. So, let’s grab our books and get ready to start this new chapter in our lives!

Today I woke up with a sense of excitement. I had a plan for the day, and it involved spending some quality time with my computer, learning new things and creating something that has never existed before. That’s what programming is to me, a never-ending journey of discovery and creation.

I started my day with a cup of coffee and sat down at my desk, ready to tackle whatever challenges the day may bring. I opened up my code editor and started working on a project I had been thinking about for a while now. I was determined to see it through and make it a success.

As I delved deeper into the project, I realized how much I still had to learn. I was constantly encountering new problems and obstacles, but that only made me more determined to find solutions. I was learning new things about programming with every line of code I wrote, and that was what made it all so exciting.

As the day progressed, I took breaks to stretch my legs, grab a snack and catch up with friends. But I couldn’t wait to get back to my computer and dive back into the world of programming. It’s a world that never fails to fascinate me, and I was grateful to be a part of it.

In the evening, I went for a walk, reflecting on the day’s achievements and pondering what I wanted to work on next. I came back to my desk feeling reinvigorated and ready to tackle whatever the future holds.

Being a programmer has its ups and downs, but one thing’s for sure, it’s never dull. Every day is a new adventure.

The creation in the ocean was drowned at night. The night was so dark on the world that it was said that it would never rise again; it was said that it had sat there since eternity; it was neither yesterday nor will it be tomorrow, and I- like a ghost who wanders aimlessly in the silent nights of quiet towns, in dreamy deserts, mournful cemeteries, contaminated and polluted cities, haunted ruins, everywhere- lived my life. The dream was dizzy, confusing, and unrealistic. Everything was covered in the veil of legend, but the veil was black; the legend was dark… I cannot describe it; everything was night; no, everything was night. And I was moving in the night. I knew the words of the days and spoke them. Other ghosts, with beautiful songs in celebration of the day, came out of their hiding places and from the depth of the night, looked towards me and, with the gaze that conveys sadness and curiosity, captivated me, and to hear better, circled around me, tightly, and brought their heads close to my chest, shoulder, and arms, and I, with the saddest of songs, in admiration of the sun, in praise of light, sang for them and they, like curious children, did not believe in the legend…

It’s a beautiful sunny day and I’m sitting on a bench in the park, watching people go by. The world around me is bustling with life and excitement, and I can’t help but feel grateful for this moment of peace and tranquility. I take a deep breath and let the sun warm my face, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what truly makes me happy, and I’ve come to the realization that it’s the simple things in life that bring me the most joy. A walk in the park, a good book, a warm cup of tea – these are the things that bring a smile to my face and make me feel at peace.

I’m so caught up in the fast-paced world we live in, that sometimes I forget to stop and appreciate the beauty around me. We’re always running from one thing to the next, trying to keep up with the demands of work, family, and social life. But it’s important to take a step back and remember what really matters.

So today, I’m taking a moment to just be. To enjoy the sunshine, the sounds of the birds, and the laughter of the children playing. And I’m reminded once again that the most valuable things in life are the ones we can’t put a price on.

Life is too short to waste on things that don’t bring us happiness. So let’s take the time to savor the simple moments and be grateful for all the beauty and wonder that surrounds us.