I'm happyily and bittersweetly looking forward to school as much a fan of 'days of inspiration playing hooky making something out of nothing' I enjoy the boring and bland structure of school. To me each day is like.. hmm looking for a metaphor.. no a simile. Ah, a meal. Each day is like a meal. A nine course one; each course follows the other the same rudimentary pattern seldom broken up but, with each course comes the option for change and excitement. One dish or the other one side or another. A burst of song just came into my head so I'll stop that rhyming train there. I love the freedom of wake up whenever do whatever but when the 'evers' turn to 'nevers' I realize it's time for the reintroduction of order. Me and Homeroom get reacquainted Lunch and I meet at the same time every day and I know when I get home every day.
The mundane structure of the school day leads for few slip ups and most definitely for some new and more interesting blogs posts. For those of you that joined during the summer months I left the public school system -and ALL my friends- to attend Chaminade highschool the prestige gem of the Marianist community. -We love Mary, the mother- I wear the same navy blazer, I see the same boys, life is dull but, you know I think I was sent to Chaminade to make it just a tad bit more interesting. New List: Things that I suffer from- overly logical, too talkative, and the insatiable need to make the peaceful on it's head. God, I can even convince myself that school will be.. fun. EEK!! It's time for this Monologue to get to bed; I'm talking crazy.
KCTW
P.S. Treats are on the way. Abby -my cohort in creativeness- is MIA for the weekend so I'm making something special for my big 1-0-0 posts.
P.P.S. WHY DOES EVERY RIGHT CLICK MAKE SOME ODD LINE APPEAR AT THE BOTTOM OF MY SCREEN. QUITE ANNOYING.
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