SO where was I?
Oh right, reminiscing on the past. Well I am officially 18 now, which is weird on so many levels, but at the same time not really.
Year 10 was ok. Year 11 was…meh. Not the greatest. It was average. Year 12 was the best :) Hands down.
Primary school was just… well it was weird. I was weird. Weirder than what I am now. Which is weird. All I can remember were the really old Mac computers and there was this game on it where you had to scan the shopping, like in a grocery store haha.
And ball tag. Wow.
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And now I am Eighteen and I won’t be living at home anymore next year, and will be at university and be getting a job (about time) and will have to do things like pay bills etc. and I have no idea how to do that.
TIME. SLOW DOWN.
You may feel lazy now, less focused on mundane tasks, and possibly less energetic as well. Your imagination and fantasy life is very active and you can dream up some very creative ideas. Negatively, you tend to dissipate your energy or to avoid the real world. Don’t let annoying disagreements get to you.
Well since today is the last day that I will be seventeen EVER, I decided to put some time aside (procrastination) and write this post.
I don’t even know where those previous seventeen years went. What have I accomplished? Not much, to be honest.
OK, sure, I’ve made it through High School. Just. The time went incredibly fast- it seems like only a few weeks back that I was studying for my Year 12 exams and enjoying summer break. Now where am I? In (almost) the middle of twenty-twelve and making my way through Year 13 in all its glory.
Now I have to start applying for university. My freaking gosh. I remember starting my first day at school, sitting down at the desk next to two people I didn’t know very well- one I had met before, and one whom I hadn’t. My first class that I ever attended outside of my form class was English. I had to write down my “pet-peeves”, even when I didn’t know what the term meant. The classroom was rather cold and damp, despite it being mid-late summer.
Science came next, and I vastly enjoyed it and got, erm, top of the class (weird) , even though I had never done science before as I had come fresh out of a Catholic school, where the only science we did was the fair. Although, I found biology and chemistry the more interesting subjects. Physics… not so much, but it still wasn’t as bad as maths. Thank God I am not taking it this year…
Maths was a bit of a drag. We did graphs on the first day, I believe. Bar graphs, stem and leaf graphs… etc.
Didn’t enjoy Social Studies either, and I still don’t. The only topic that I found slightly interesting was about the black plague, which is rather grim now that I think about how much I enjoyed learning about it. Ugh.
P.E… let’s not go there. Was never the sporty kind. Just didn’t have the co-ordination for it. You know those awkward kids in gym that you always see in movies? That was me.
Art was amazing. Even though I was in a class where none of my friends were, it was my absolute favorite subject . I found it rather sublime. Different and more exciting than the art I ever took in primary school, which wasn’t much. The first assignment we did was creating patters and colouring them in two colours. I picked light blue and light green, and spent an enormous amount of time working on this one piece then cutting it up and creating a collage.
Music was just as fun. Again, I didn’t really have any friends in the class, but enjoyed it none the less. It was so interesting to learn different instruments, and this was the class that I first really took interest in learning the guitar. Fun times. I don’t really play as much now, but I still enjoy it.
All of that really feels as though it happened not that long ago. Reality: it was almost five years. That’s a long time, when I really think about it.
I just can’t imagine myself out of high school. I probably said the same thing about high school itself whilst I was in primary, but whatever.
finish this later..
Ew I am such a loner :L
Cool how I push all my friends away because I’m an awkward anti-social mofo.
Well, ugh. I guess that no matter where I go, or what I do, I will always screw shit up. Sad thing is that it’s not because I’m mean or a mega-bitch or whatever, but it’s because of my anxiety that I get utterly shy and withdrawn.
Cool disease is cool :/
Not.
