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A Brand New Season Begins.}
Tuesday, August 18, 2009 | 9:14 PM | 0Comment So these lighter days can soon begin I'll be alone but maybe more carefree Like a kite that floats so effortlessly." -November, Azure Ray It's crazy how much can happen in a month, Internet. You won't believe all the changes I'm going to face in this school year. Where to start? Well, for one, I'm not even going to the same school anymore. Yep. Long story short, my family is going through major financial pressures this year, and right now, we just can't afford Private school. I've gone to that Private school my entire life. And all my friends and my entire life there is moving on without me. And not only am I not going there anymore, but instead, my parents want to enroll me in an online high school. Online. No teenage human contact, ever. My summer of indoors has turned into a Fall and Winter of indoors as well. And it's official now. I've sort of come to terms with it, somewhat. I'm still going to miss normal school life and all my friends like crazy. I'll definately miss getting ready in the morning and feeling the thrill of the first day of school. I'll miss taking the time to do my hair and makeup and hoping that someone will take notice of me. But that's just it. Maybe I needed a break from all that. A few months ago, during the few last weeks of school, I couldn't wait to get out of there. Everyone and everything about that place was driving me to insanity. Maybe I need an extended break. Maybe this will be good for me. Maybe it will be somewhat of a learning experience. Maybe I'll come back more mature, prettier, even. Maybe then, people will look at me differently after my extended absence. All my friends start school tomarrow. I'm not going to lie, everytime I look at someone's status update on myspace or facebook and see something mentioned about the first day of school, it gets to me. But I'll be okay. Something I won't miss is the drama. I hate the drama. I loathe the drama with every fiber of my being. And I hate the snooty upperclassmen. I hate the shallow, judgemental girls. I hate the douchebag, equally shallow boys. So maybe I need this. And it's not for forever. I don't need to worry about missing Junior or Senior Prom, or Graduation. I plan on going to the football games. And my parents said they fully intend on getting me back there once we get all caught up on the stacked-up bills. They even said I could possibly be back by 2nd semester. So, let's hope, Internet. But until then, I'll be okay. I just have to deal and quit wallowing in self-pity. Everything happens for a reason, right? However, though, one thing's for sure. This Hopeless Romantic is even more hopeless now, because no normal school = no boys. Oh God, help me. xo Helplessly-Hopeless Romantic Labels: sophomore year |