My reflection
This year when we came to school I noticed that there is fewer old-looking students and more of them that look straight from primary school. We are supposed to be one of the oldest classes but I certainly do not feel like one of them. Of course, it is a normal process but I just realized how fast everything passed. Because of online school for almost 1.5 years, time passed so fast that I can not acknowledge that we are in the third grade. Time in isolation and repeatability of every day made the time fly. Now I woke up in the hard reality when I have to wake up at 6.30 and spent over half of the day at school and another few hours learning and doing homework. Being one of the oldest classes should bring some responsibility to us and in some way take care of this school. It also brings back memories of when two years ago we were the youngest and lost kids in a new environment.