School?
(poppy. o.O)
Hi!
Am listening to 'Lock Up Your Daughters' by End of Fashion on *drum roll* The Rock FM. Oooh, Daniel Carter voted as NZ's sexiest man. Lucky him.
*chuckles* Ah, I'm feeling weird today... A week till exams!
Would you dislike me if I just stuck in some more lyrics? Sometimes I get this way, when the most brainless songs seem more eloquent than whatever the hell else will come out of my head. I'm resisting, though: no Robbie Williams for you! *trying really hard* Yep. No lyrics.
There's a drawing by a friend by my PC, a phoenix created in ink and coloured pencil. She'll be famous one day, she will (and somewhere in my rather messy room I have a signed piece of paper which says so) and then that little pic will be worth mill- well, hundreds of thousands of dollars anyway. :-P When she drew it she was only 13... man that's an odd thought. What might be stranger though is the idea that I will be a Year 12 after Christmas (that's the second-last year of school in NZ) and so will some of the people in my class, those who I always thought would never grow up. One loud American Army-hopeful comes to mind. *shakes head* Well, he's crazy. And named after a angel - I just don't get it. :-) Anyway, being a Year 12 means that I have just one more year afterwards of secondary schooling - that's just one more year before uni! Or travel!!! We'll all be "adults" and off into the world... Do you remember that feeling? Can you imagine it?
Right now I'm safe, secure, without bills or debt or marital issues (*scratches head* ummm...?) or anything really significant to worry about. But once that buffer is gone... And again the scariest thought is that it's not just happening to me, it's happening to people I've grown up with. Seniors I remember from Year 7 have suddenly sprouted wings and flown away to Auckland, got a job in Queen St: they're doing degrees in business and psychology, law, biophysics, and, well, one of them is doing nothing but sitting in his house and killing brain cells. Girls that have been around me for the last 5 years straight, who I can recall playing hopscotch and writing crappy haikus, dressing up as faeries, playing tag in the fort - now they're gonna be seniors. Young adults... Writing essays, choosing careers, working 9 to 5 in some office somewhere, maybe even uprooting totally and making a new life somewhere else. We'll be split. That reassuring shield, that sense of returning always to a place where you know everybody, linked by a common interest, plagued by the same horrible teachers and impossible maths formulae, will be gone.
Ah, but maybe I'm getting ahead of myself here. After all, if these are to be our last years, shouldn't they be enjoyed? *thinking* Torturous exams, stressful studying... That's what being a student (at the end of an NCEA year anyway) is all about. It's my buffer!!! Studying over debt. (*grins* Or, at uni, studying and debt.) Reports and viral reproduction and SOH/CAH/TOA over having to worry about things like electrics, plumbing or tax returns. I think I like it this way.
*newly imbued with gratitude* 'Imbued'. :-D My Franz is suffering badly: been kicked out by the Wallflowers.
Now, I'm off to do some actual study and actually earn some self-satisfaction... and all without resorting to lyrics. ^ - ^
posted by Anonymous @ 7:25 PM
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