New Quarter

I am a bag which loads great amount of stories. They are stories about my life. I just ended my first quarter in freshman year. I have to admit that I didn't try hard enough in my first quarter. I simply distracted by unuseful information on the Internet and tricked my parents that I was working hard. I could finish projects and homework much more earlier if I didn't procrastinate a lot. Therefore, I felt guilty and regretful when I heard my mother's warm encouragement and looked at my father's pleasant smile. I was wasting my time again. I have to CHANGE. RIGHT NOW. I regret that I didn't study hard enough for midterm. I have to spend my precious time on studying or improving vocabularies. I will show improvement in my next quarter. However, I have treasured memories in my mind, such as Halloween and my birthday. They are the memories that will haunt me forever, because they are the best of mine. (At least I don't have to be contrite~) I decide to change a bag and carry more beautiful, memorable stories in my bag. New quarter. New bag. New story. New life.