Breathing in that hazy New York smog never felt so good.
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And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." This introductory sentence of Charles Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities, I feel, summarizes this last week.
In case you didn't hear about it--which is kind of hard to believe, considering pretty much everyone reading this was there anyway--the Congo safari field trip was a mild failure. Or a chaotic disaster, if you're less optimistic. Following an emergency crash-landing in the heart of the Dark Continent, we were glad to just be alive. Most were unharmed; I, however, must be cursed or something. Apparently, a seatbelt malfunction led to a compound fracture / break in my right leg, but I'll spare you the details. Basically, I've been weak, tired, and now infected for the last week. Joy.
However, I can't entirely say that I didn't enjoy this last week. I had the opportunity to make closer bonds of friendship with some of the other students and leader chaperones, even with some people I've hardly talked to or never even met. And despite my injuries, being forced to survive on hunted game and water purifying tablets, getting attacked by monkeys, and being strangled by a invisible Brotherhood mutant (I still have no clue who she was), I've never felt more alive.
Ok, so maybe the shooting pain in my leg was really annoying, as well as not being able to help anyone. But I know that, given time, I will heal--and I will have come out of this stronger and more enduring than ever. You better watch out, Drake: as soon as Jean says I'm alright to leave the medbay and use my powers again without risking my health, I am going to leap back into X-Factor training like never before. I will not take my life for granted ever again.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." This introductory sentence of Charles Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities, I feel, summarizes this last week.
In case you didn't hear about it--which is kind of hard to believe, considering pretty much everyone reading this was there anyway--the Congo safari field trip was a mild failure. Or a chaotic disaster, if you're less optimistic. Following an emergency crash-landing in the heart of the Dark Continent, we were glad to just be alive. Most were unharmed; I, however, must be cursed or something. Apparently, a seatbelt malfunction led to a compound fracture / break in my right leg, but I'll spare you the details. Basically, I've been weak, tired, and now infected for the last week. Joy.
However, I can't entirely say that I didn't enjoy this last week. I had the opportunity to make closer bonds of friendship with some of the other students and leader chaperones, even with some people I've hardly talked to or never even met. And despite my injuries, being forced to survive on hunted game and water purifying tablets, getting attacked by monkeys, and being strangled by a invisible Brotherhood mutant (I still have no clue who she was), I've never felt more alive.
Ok, so maybe the shooting pain in my leg was really annoying, as well as not being able to help anyone. But I know that, given time, I will heal--and I will have come out of this stronger and more enduring than ever. You better watch out, Drake: as soon as Jean says I'm alright to leave the medbay and use my powers again without risking my health, I am going to leap back into X-Factor training like never before. I will not take my life for granted ever again.