last first day
what is it about a first day that cause the butterflies to appear in ones gut?
I mean, even after all of these years, after all the first day back or first day, i still get a flutter in my belly when i walked through the schools doors. Perhaps its because today was my last first day of a semester at my high school. A final chapter in my high school career.
Or maybe, its the unknown which lurks around each and every bend, a beacon of the mind of what could be out there. Maybe something changed, something was added or removed, and who would know?
I can undertsand the feeling on the first day of high school, or university, kindergarden or grade one. But second semester of high school could almost be silly. Almost. Perhaps i am the sentimental type, i've certainly been told that line many times over, and yet no matter what one chooses to label it as, its a thrill. Terrorfying, and yet fulfilling. A slight jump, from where i used to be to somewhere else, a new standing or loaction.
Its at about this time bloggert that someone would ask me if i would jump off a cliff with a bungi cord, or out of a plane with a shoot, or down roaring rapids in a little dingy. And i would say: HELL YA! because its the thrill of not only adreline, but of a step to somewhere else. I was terribly nervious when i was applying to universities, and i hadnt even finished my courses. But it was that step, that moment of growth, in which my stance changed, and i became someone more then i had been a previous moment before.
Change. What a funny word. Simple. Common. And yet, at the same time, excedingly powerful. "the only thing which never changes is change." I never realised before just how accurate that saying is. ANd its undenyably true. Flowers bloom, and fade, only to bloom and fade again. Each time more brillant and sad then the last. Each time different. And so too could it be said for man. I mean, every year we change, everyday in come cases, poeple change, whether it be a perception or appearence.
Its been a long time since i've cried. That too, is a change.
I made bread the other day. By myself in our bread maker. Its over half gone. That makes me feel good. I am now making some chocolate bread, whose recipie got slightly addled, but i hope will be fine.
Valentines day is comming up. I am temped to ask the guy i like out, but i have a bad streak (one guy can be a streak, if its unbroken!) when it comes tothat sort of thing. It is very obvious i've been told. Thank god there are people as or more oblivious then me.
I miss many faces from the hallways. It sometimes seems unfair what turns life has taken, but life is a bitch, without hold or consious.
I think i need a hug....
good night bloggert
hope you have pleanty of first days, when those butterflies float, seemingly suspended in the mid section/
I mean, even after all of these years, after all the first day back or first day, i still get a flutter in my belly when i walked through the schools doors. Perhaps its because today was my last first day of a semester at my high school. A final chapter in my high school career.
Or maybe, its the unknown which lurks around each and every bend, a beacon of the mind of what could be out there. Maybe something changed, something was added or removed, and who would know?
I can undertsand the feeling on the first day of high school, or university, kindergarden or grade one. But second semester of high school could almost be silly. Almost. Perhaps i am the sentimental type, i've certainly been told that line many times over, and yet no matter what one chooses to label it as, its a thrill. Terrorfying, and yet fulfilling. A slight jump, from where i used to be to somewhere else, a new standing or loaction.
Its at about this time bloggert that someone would ask me if i would jump off a cliff with a bungi cord, or out of a plane with a shoot, or down roaring rapids in a little dingy. And i would say: HELL YA! because its the thrill of not only adreline, but of a step to somewhere else. I was terribly nervious when i was applying to universities, and i hadnt even finished my courses. But it was that step, that moment of growth, in which my stance changed, and i became someone more then i had been a previous moment before.
Change. What a funny word. Simple. Common. And yet, at the same time, excedingly powerful. "the only thing which never changes is change." I never realised before just how accurate that saying is. ANd its undenyably true. Flowers bloom, and fade, only to bloom and fade again. Each time more brillant and sad then the last. Each time different. And so too could it be said for man. I mean, every year we change, everyday in come cases, poeple change, whether it be a perception or appearence.
Its been a long time since i've cried. That too, is a change.
I made bread the other day. By myself in our bread maker. Its over half gone. That makes me feel good. I am now making some chocolate bread, whose recipie got slightly addled, but i hope will be fine.
Valentines day is comming up. I am temped to ask the guy i like out, but i have a bad streak (one guy can be a streak, if its unbroken!) when it comes tothat sort of thing. It is very obvious i've been told. Thank god there are people as or more oblivious then me.
I miss many faces from the hallways. It sometimes seems unfair what turns life has taken, but life is a bitch, without hold or consious.
I think i need a hug....
good night bloggert
hope you have pleanty of first days, when those butterflies float, seemingly suspended in the mid section/
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