the stars are filming us for no one
I don't know where to begin this. How does one compress, or even summarise, the events of three teenage months into one comprehensible posts? I've read writers' accounts, philosophers' tales, scientists' descriptions; they all describe youth in terms of little vignettes of memory, disparate but somehow representative. Yet I can't seem to embrace this sort of mathematics. It's been an exciting time, these three months, and a disillusioning time. Last year skyverish, otherwise known as Kevin Cheng, our Literature and English teacher, told us that college life would be our introduction to the real world. I refuse to believe that the real world is as empty as it seems.