Thank You

    This post is especially for everyone I have met and have gotten to know this year! Thank you for making it the best year of my high school career! I will never forget all the memories and newly formed friendships. It's sad that I was only here for a year but that is what helped make it truly special and amazing. I thought I would share my very first day here with you.

     I was so nervous, you wouldn't even believe it. On the car ride over, I shook as the nerves pulsed through my body. I walked in and went straight to history. It was so weird to see so many kids and not have to wear uniform anymore. I only knew one person in my history class that morning and none in the art block that followed. I was supposed to hang out with my friend from history class at lunch but then he rounded up all of his friends. It was beyond awkward for me to follow behind with all my books and bags (and if you've seen what I brought to school this year, you'd understand) and have them talking and looking back at me. Somewhere before the field I gave up and just stopped walking. I threw my stuff on the ground and ate on the wooden rail by the side door. Even more embarrassing. I had my usual lunch of pasta and there was another kid sitting there too. Then there was another . A bee or a wasp or whatever you want to classify my worst nightmare as. It kept flying at me and around me. I flipped out. I tried to avoid it and walked around with my thermos looking highly paranoid. But it kept following me and the other guy sitting there pointed it out to me. I was thoroughly mortified.

     Then I had my first English class with Ms.P. I was the first student there and I still remember what she said to me.

"What school did you go to before?"
"Relevant"
"That's irrelevant now"

     Something along those lines. In the first journal assignment we did, I wrote about my lunch experience. Anyways, I went from there to French where we did a couple getting to know you exercises and what not. I was very intimidated by how good everyone was at it. Over the semester though, I worked hard and got better.

      It's been a year of personal accomplishments and things I never thought would happen. Good luck to everyone in the future! Keep blogging, people!!!!! Have a great summer! :)

Grade 12

     When I think about everything that has happened this year, I think of The Catcher in the Rye. My favorite part of the book was the ending. No, I don't mean I was jumping up and down screaming with joy that it was finally over. The last chapter of the book was by far my favorite. For those of you that actually read it or for those that may have used Sparknotes, you may know what I'm talking about. Holden talks about how reminiscing makes him miss the people in his life that he surely didn't miss to begin with. When I started to think about it, I realised it was kind of true. But that doesn't necessarily mean I'm going to jump at the chance to be with people I don't get along with anymore.
(No friendship bracelets were harmed in the making of this blog post)

"D.B. asked me what I thought about all this stuff I just finished telling you about. I didn't know what the hell to say. If you want to know the truth, I don't know what I think about it. I'm sorry I told so many people about it. All I know about it is, I sort of miss everybody I told about. Even old Stradlater and Ackley, for instance. I think I even miss that goddam Maurice. It's funny. Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."
(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/The_Catcher_in_the_Rye#Chapter_26)

8th Grade

The other day in class we talked about writing letters to ourselves in eighth grade and then opening them when we got to twelfth grade. I did that at my old school and I went back a couple months ago to pick it up.
I'd expected it to be really lame because I thought I didn't write anything good at the time. I was wrong. It was actually a half decent letter except for some obvious spelling mistakes that bug me now.

The week we wrote those letter was just after my birthday. I'd invited all the girls over from my grade and had a party. The teacher asked us to put a picture with our letters and the one I'd handed out earlier of all of us around my couch, was put into most of the them. That time feels so far away and it's odd to think about all the things about myself and life and those girls in the photograph that I know now. Some things I wish I didn't know and could banish them from my mind to make room for 'bigger and better things.' Others I hold onto as a sort of reminder.

One memory from grade 8 stands out the most though. The principal came up to me one day at lunch and said, "Smile, bud. These are the best years of your life."

Monday Morning

I feel like I should say something or at least write something that is very profound. But I find myself thinking that there isn't much left to say as we approach the final week of our high school career. It's times like these where I just choose to be quiet and silently watch the time go by. :)

Restless

Feeling restless
In a daze
As I block out all the white noise
That fills the background

The soundtrack of my life
Skips along
And the song that plays
Is unrecognizable
It's fast
Then slow
Whispered words
And incomprehensible shouting

Distant thoughts
Close futures
Boredom
And lack of sleep
Research papers
Poems
Black and white photographs
The odd iced cappuccino
With milk

Grey skies
Seeds disguised as snow
Muddy fields and wet grass
Cigarette smoke and park benches
Claustrophobia
Narrow shop aisles
Burning incense in the background

Thick soled boots in June
My purple rain jacket
And copycat purse
Like travelling scrapbooks
Ticket stubs
Receipts
Crumbs
Fill the pockets

Life
Seems to standstill
And then whooshes on by
As if I'm standing
On the platform
With fading patience
Ready for the next train

Tired, I guess

What's up? How ya been? Me? I don't really know. Tired, I guess. So much has been happening lately that it takes a bit out of you.

So about this poem a week thing.... after our assigned week, I kept going. Now? I haven't written one in like 2 days. I was all ready to do some more poetry and then BRAM!! They slowly got worse because I would put them off until it was way too late to even think about writing one. I was mentally kicking myself a bit because I really wanted to write one everyday. I guess you could say it's time to start over again. :)

I had another blog post I was going to post last week about going to the movies but I figured I might as well do in two in one while I'm at it. I saw the Avengers on the Friday and then Saturday I saw this other movie called The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. I loved both of them but in some ways I loved the Hotel movie more. In case you haven't heard about it, it's this film about retirees and senior citizens who can't really find their way in life anymore. So when they see this ad for a hotel catering to the elderly, they're like, "Why not?" They go all the way to India only to find out it's this rundown hotel filled with drippy taps and rooms without doors (unlike in the brochure). It's chalk full of dry English humor that I have come to love so much. (I am half English you know.) By the way, I'd like to point out that I was the third youngest person in the theatre.





Even with grad before us, it hadn't really sunken in yet. It wasn't until I walked out of commencement rehearsal with my gown in hand that it hit me. I mean it sunk in for the first time really. It all felt so final. Beginning of the end. It felt weird, exciting an scary all at the same time. I kind of felt like whipping out that Vitamin C song when I come home. (I didn't though)
But this song has been stuck in my head all week on repeat:






Have a good weekend everybody!!!! :)