And So It Ends
May 23rd 2007 01:40
Well right now I'm fine, or I'm fine apart from the fact that a cold and a migraine have chosen me as their prime target. No joke. *Rolls eyes* Spectacular.
As is my way, and the way of most of my friends, I tend to look to the future a lot. One reason I always carry my Tarot deck around with me. I wonder what tomorrow brings-next week, next month, the years to come. But there is only one thing I know it brings, or rather, one series of things.
First, it brings my report card to me. Right about now I should be in mad panic mode; I have a project due in six days I haven't even started yet, and another due six days after that. Then I have science and I have to get my marks up; and geography, and everything's coming into one whole, big mess for me to clean up.
After my report card comes graduation. My goddamned dress is $122, and I haven't gotten any of that money just yet. Spectacular. A huge part of me looks forward to it: I never have to see most of my schoolmates again! However, a miniscule part of me does the opposite: I might never see any of the five very good friends I've formed here.
Then comes summer, which is all a very happy time, although I half expect to be doing a crapload of work every day, since we're moving and I have my writing, of course.
In September comes high school. Not that I care.
Eventually, I will leave the school; to go to another or to graduate, I'm not too sure. But I'll do one, the other, or both.
And beyond that, I only have hopes and dreams.
But right now is the ending of thirteen years of absolute hell. Sure, EC (my school) will be hell, but it will be a different type of hell. A very different type, free of certain people. I can't help but wonder why so many students see it as such a big change.
Maybe because every single one of my friends but me and my friend H got into the school they wanted, or their second choice. Maybe because I'm only going to high school with one friend, but most of them have three or four. Maybe because I never really cared about school-it's not that important, so long as I graduate, right? Maybe because it's just a stepping stone, albeit a necessary one, to the rest of my life.
A stepping stone that takes eighteen years I will never get back of my life. But one I am forced to take by the system.
I'll post tomorrow after the auditions. Wish me luck!
As is my way, and the way of most of my friends, I tend to look to the future a lot. One reason I always carry my Tarot deck around with me. I wonder what tomorrow brings-next week, next month, the years to come. But there is only one thing I know it brings, or rather, one series of things.
First, it brings my report card to me. Right about now I should be in mad panic mode; I have a project due in six days I haven't even started yet, and another due six days after that. Then I have science and I have to get my marks up; and geography, and everything's coming into one whole, big mess for me to clean up.
After my report card comes graduation. My goddamned dress is $122, and I haven't gotten any of that money just yet. Spectacular. A huge part of me looks forward to it: I never have to see most of my schoolmates again! However, a miniscule part of me does the opposite: I might never see any of the five very good friends I've formed here.
Then comes summer, which is all a very happy time, although I half expect to be doing a crapload of work every day, since we're moving and I have my writing, of course.
In September comes high school. Not that I care.
Eventually, I will leave the school; to go to another or to graduate, I'm not too sure. But I'll do one, the other, or both.
And beyond that, I only have hopes and dreams.
But right now is the ending of thirteen years of absolute hell. Sure, EC (my school) will be hell, but it will be a different type of hell. A very different type, free of certain people. I can't help but wonder why so many students see it as such a big change.
Maybe because every single one of my friends but me and my friend H got into the school they wanted, or their second choice. Maybe because I'm only going to high school with one friend, but most of them have three or four. Maybe because I never really cared about school-it's not that important, so long as I graduate, right? Maybe because it's just a stepping stone, albeit a necessary one, to the rest of my life.
A stepping stone that takes eighteen years I will never get back of my life. But one I am forced to take by the system.
I'll post tomorrow after the auditions. Wish me luck!
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