Welcome to my cosy little attic. I hope you feel at home. Feel free to navigate. I hope my insanity is catching. Comments are more than welcome.
What's Up (so don't ask)
30/10/04 The Dude left us - RIP
15/03/05 I turn 18... start counting my grey hairs
16/05/05 Last Exam. Forever, I hope.
21/05/05 Jack Johnson Concert - KickAss
25/05/05 I graduate... maybe
07/06/05 Kaz turns 18. About time bro.
I've been going to school for 13 years, more if you count preschool, where I guess the academic learning begins.
Now it's over. You wait and wait for this day, and it never seems to come. When it starts approaching, you look forward to it like crazy. You have all these ideas about how it will feel, but what does it feel like? It feels like a normal friday. It's a little chilly, rains a bit, and then it's over. The only feeling is the weird feeling that there were no feelings. Everybody goes home, and so do you. Everything looks and feels the same.
Now all I have to look forward to is exams. They're not looking good, but I hope to pass. Who doesn't?
I've been asked a million (give or take) times why I changed to St. Julian's. The answer has always been the theatre. I love the theatre, and it's what I might miss the most. In school, everyone can be a star and enjoy good plays. That's unrealistic in the real world, where actors are either fucking good, and poor, or crap, and poor. A couple will be in the right supermarket at the right time, looking for the best deal on microwave dinners, when they're spotted and it's decided that they will make millions.
Which one will I be? A good actor, who's broke, or a crap actor who's broke? Or will I take the road most oft travelled by and give up my passion for acting? I don't know. That is the next step, but I hope to use my gap year as a chance to put off the need to decide. That is why, even though I've finished school, I'm going to take part in the last school play of the year: Romeo and Juliet. I've auditioned, but I don't know who I'll get. Something interesting, I hope.
And after that? A year putting off the most difficult decision in my life. What to do? I don't know. Each day at a time. This sombre entry could end no other way than to step back and allow the words of someone greater and wiser to be read.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveller, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference.
Ha. I remember doing that poem with you in class. Robert Frost. And that idiot Mr. Deyes whose class you spent most time out of. Good old days. I think I'll miss school, or at least the people.
See you Monday for a healthy dose of history, yes?
Hey Geertie. Aww, well we'll all miss you at school *sarcasm* No, we will honestly. I guess I'll be seeing you loads since we both are gonna be in Romeo and Juliet... Enjoy your freedom, you're lucky not to have school. Three more years for me :S
Hehe i remeber doing that poem in yr 11, or was it yr10? no matter. I know EXACTLY how you feel, schools over but why dont you feel any different? maybe it because exams are still to come, but when they are gone too you still feel the same. You think youd feel different but you DONT. Maybe it because you have possably terteiry education to come, i cant answer what it feels like after that cause i havent finshed yet. (heh im writing from there now :P) anyway enough sanity from me.
