Life goes on...
Been a while. I've been told I haven't posted anything substantial here, so I'll try to make this one worth something. Again.
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Well, well, well...things have been going all right, I suppose. Nothing to big happening at home, not anything that seems relevant to put here at least.
Summer is a drag. It feels like we've been gone from school for a month now...I miss people terrible. But I guess you have to move on in life. If you don't, life will move on without you. But it's still a sad thing to think about all the fun times I had at St. Joseph. Never again will I walk up that same hall to our class room, walk in, put my chair down, and unpack my stuff. Never again will there be a random assortment of guys around a random desk flipping through the pages of a car magazine. Never again will I get to look out the window of my classroom along with some of my frineds at Gallatin Road. I'm almost certain that in High School we won't have that free time at the beginning and at the end of class just to do whatever. And more than likely the only interaction outside of class we'll have with the other students will be in the halls of the school around our lockers. [ I hope I get one in a good place ; I've heard stories of people with bad locker placement... ] Never again will our first class be the one with Multi-Colour Man, and never again will we have that randomly funny class of History with Spurlock. But that's all in the past now...just memories. I hate how people can just "move on" with things, like it really didn't have an effect on them or that they couldn't care less.
- " I'm so glad we're out of that place!! Finally! The year is over!! " -
Well, I don't hate these people, but I just don't understand how they could say things like this. I mean, I'm sure they are going to miss something about St. Joseph, or someone at least. A lot of people I talk to say that nothing will change in high school, that I'll still see the same people. But what they don't get is that I'll see them in a sort-of different "context", if you will....I know, I'm probably not making any sense, but it's really hard to explain...
Time. I'm really really really obsessed with time. Right now, in the room I'm in, which would be my room at my father's house, I have 8 clocks, and one clock on my cell phone. That's nince clocks, people. I think it's a little abnormal, but anyways. I feel like I'm always losing time...
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-Out...like a Filipino kid in a white neighborhood...
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Well, well, well...things have been going all right, I suppose. Nothing to big happening at home, not anything that seems relevant to put here at least.
Summer is a drag. It feels like we've been gone from school for a month now...I miss people terrible. But I guess you have to move on in life. If you don't, life will move on without you. But it's still a sad thing to think about all the fun times I had at St. Joseph. Never again will I walk up that same hall to our class room, walk in, put my chair down, and unpack my stuff. Never again will there be a random assortment of guys around a random desk flipping through the pages of a car magazine. Never again will I get to look out the window of my classroom along with some of my frineds at Gallatin Road. I'm almost certain that in High School we won't have that free time at the beginning and at the end of class just to do whatever. And more than likely the only interaction outside of class we'll have with the other students will be in the halls of the school around our lockers. [ I hope I get one in a good place ; I've heard stories of people with bad locker placement... ] Never again will our first class be the one with Multi-Colour Man, and never again will we have that randomly funny class of History with Spurlock. But that's all in the past now...just memories. I hate how people can just "move on" with things, like it really didn't have an effect on them or that they couldn't care less.
- " I'm so glad we're out of that place!! Finally! The year is over!! " -
Well, I don't hate these people, but I just don't understand how they could say things like this. I mean, I'm sure they are going to miss something about St. Joseph, or someone at least. A lot of people I talk to say that nothing will change in high school, that I'll still see the same people. But what they don't get is that I'll see them in a sort-of different "context", if you will....I know, I'm probably not making any sense, but it's really hard to explain...
Time. I'm really really really obsessed with time. Right now, in the room I'm in, which would be my room at my father's house, I have 8 clocks, and one clock on my cell phone. That's nince clocks, people. I think it's a little abnormal, but anyways. I feel like I'm always losing time...
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-Out...like a Filipino kid in a white neighborhood...