i don't like school, you know
School. Back to it. Ew.
It's especially bad to return to school after a long vacation because vacations tend to be absolutely glorious times for me, in which revelations are had, and freedom is felt, and creativity runs wild. And then when I return to school I expect everything there to be different - the walls will be bright blue instead of dull white - the teachers will all become incredibly enthusiastic and find ways to teach even the worst subjects in an enlightening way - and math will possibly be eliminated from the curriculum (^_^). But then I am always sorely disappointed to find everything exactly the same as I left it, then it feels weird and I start wondering if I ever was on a free and wonderful vacation at all and how did I end up back in this dull place?
Okay then, I have made up my mind. I am Very Eager to Go to College. After an October-November regression to being afraid of going to college, December and the four so far days of January have made me excited about going, excited about finally being free from the drab routine of high school, the indifference (from which there are gladly exceptions of teachers and students who do care and are very good), the feeling like I'm not really learning anything. I was afraid mainly because I was scared of being without a familiar safe secondary school, but now that familiar safety feels more stifling than ever. Thank goodness for friends who are equally impatient to graduate.
I was also dreading summer, because of the afraid thing, but also because I envisioned that I would have to be stuck in another miserable summer job, trapped behind a counter with teenagers with whom I seemed to have nothing in common, waiting on volatile customers. But now the prospect of the Concord Museum has made me all excitement.
(Not that I am eager to get out of winter so soon. The world is still locked in ice and I love it.)
School... Somehow it seems even more awful than ever! I have to find ways to occupy myself during the 'long hours'...
On a much happier note, Jane Austen has made me realize that many, even most, things never change. I am reading Northanger Abbey and in parts watching the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice and find myself always grinning or snickering at the terribly witty comments. The characters never change and neither do the criticisms that can so comically be applied to them - I see a fair number of Lydia Bennets every day and possibly even more Kittys; sometimes spy a Mary walking gravely past; though I am fortunate enough to have several Lizzies and a Jane or two as friends. (The only thing wanting is a Mr. Darcy! I have never yet found one of those.)
It's especially bad to return to school after a long vacation because vacations tend to be absolutely glorious times for me, in which revelations are had, and freedom is felt, and creativity runs wild. And then when I return to school I expect everything there to be different - the walls will be bright blue instead of dull white - the teachers will all become incredibly enthusiastic and find ways to teach even the worst subjects in an enlightening way - and math will possibly be eliminated from the curriculum (^_^). But then I am always sorely disappointed to find everything exactly the same as I left it, then it feels weird and I start wondering if I ever was on a free and wonderful vacation at all and how did I end up back in this dull place?
Okay then, I have made up my mind. I am Very Eager to Go to College. After an October-November regression to being afraid of going to college, December and the four so far days of January have made me excited about going, excited about finally being free from the drab routine of high school, the indifference (from which there are gladly exceptions of teachers and students who do care and are very good), the feeling like I'm not really learning anything. I was afraid mainly because I was scared of being without a familiar safe secondary school, but now that familiar safety feels more stifling than ever. Thank goodness for friends who are equally impatient to graduate.
I was also dreading summer, because of the afraid thing, but also because I envisioned that I would have to be stuck in another miserable summer job, trapped behind a counter with teenagers with whom I seemed to have nothing in common, waiting on volatile customers. But now the prospect of the Concord Museum has made me all excitement.
(Not that I am eager to get out of winter so soon. The world is still locked in ice and I love it.)
School... Somehow it seems even more awful than ever! I have to find ways to occupy myself during the 'long hours'...
On a much happier note, Jane Austen has made me realize that many, even most, things never change. I am reading Northanger Abbey and in parts watching the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice and find myself always grinning or snickering at the terribly witty comments. The characters never change and neither do the criticisms that can so comically be applied to them - I see a fair number of Lydia Bennets every day and possibly even more Kittys; sometimes spy a Mary walking gravely past; though I am fortunate enough to have several Lizzies and a Jane or two as friends. (The only thing wanting is a Mr. Darcy! I have never yet found one of those.)
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