Tomorrow, Tomorrow

Well, tomorrow is the day.  I leave for Oshawa. I’m scared, and nervous, and apprehensive, and already not liking it. but I feel a bit better cuz I’m finished 2/3 of my exams, and today Kat came over and gave me a “survival kit” and I likes it muchly and it made me feel better. And I’ve decided that the unicorn is my symbol this semester.

Unicorns Forever!!!

 Anyhow. I’m leaving. It’s just clicked in I think.

To Infinity….And Beyond!

Today I feel infinite.

You probably are thinking, ok she’s wierd….. but I’m not. I know you have felt this way too, you just haven’t been able to put it in words, but thanks to Kat and her supply of good books, I now can.

Have you ever read The Perks of Being a Wallflower? Probably not. And if you are most people, I won’t recommend it for subject matter. But it is a good book.

Let me try to describe what feeling infinite means to me. Do you love thunderstorms? I do. Thunderstorms make me itch to be out in them, to be a part of them, to scream, and run, and dance, and sing, and whatever I do, it will be beautiful. Because thunderstorms are infinite. Have you ever been so happy you cried? That’s feeling infinite. You know what feeling you get after you read a really good book? How it lingers, and affects you for a long time afterwards. That’s feeling infinite. Feeling infinite is when you can, just for a while, rise above everyday life, and be that much better. Insignificant things reveal just how insignificant they are. Everything is clearer and better than before. You feel as if, almost, you could fly if you chose to, you simply don’t because you know it’s not the right time and place. Just for a while, you see things as they really are, and it gives you energy to keep going till next time. It is the twinkle of a jewel in a mud pit, the breath of cool air on a stifling day.

Today I feel infinite.

Going to school

Since I am now leaving Ottawa in a very short amount of time for the rest of this school year, I’ve decided I’ll use this blog, to chronicle my experiences at a boarding school. (Don’t ask about the logic. It isn’t.)

Why?

Why why? Why, why is a good question so, why not?

In other words, Kendra’s influence on me has obliged me to write this and add something to my previously empty blog I’d had for other reasons. So I am making a commitment to actually use this blog. ( I don’t have the best history with them.)