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Mar. 13th, 2009 03:40 pmThat makes two games of frisbee (well only one "game" really) in one week! I'm starting to remember why I loved this so much in middle school.
Nobody was around today. Everybody was either at the DUI (driving under the influence) trial or All-state.
So, about this DUI trial?
... this is why I will never become a lawyer. Ever.
It was so bloody boring. I was bored out of my mind! Legal proceedings are so... ugh. I was so bored that halfway through I developed severe eye allergies and had to go to the office for some eyedrops. See what boredom can do to you?!
Boitz is at All-state with the rest of them, so orchestra degenerated into bonding time. Fifth period bonded through Yogurtland and sixth period bonded through frisbee. DUI kids bonded through traumatic boredom. Basically, today's school wasn't really 'school'. Not that it ever is, nowadays.
I'm happy. Life is good. Running around after a flying disc released a bunch of endorphins in my head and I'm just swinging off them right now. I hate Fridays and it's Friday and somehow I don't care. Then again, I love thirteen and it's Friday the thirteenth so maybe that explains it all. My pants sport dirt stains from diving and those make me inexplicably happy. I've hardly practised at all the past week and it's not bothering me (although maybe I'll get a dose of reality soon enough) for some strange unexplainable reason. I'm sorry about all the emo posts I've been making the past two weeks. Maybe my mood changes with the weather. That would explain a lot. But no, I think there were many other factors involved as well.
Unfortunately, it is Friday today and I do, in the end, have to go to class. Bummer.
edit: So as I was driving home from piano I passed Harker (Bucknall campus) and all the little children running around in their green uniforms and it just seems so enclosed, such a private school thing to do, uniforms, and it made me think about Kindergarten and how I never realized stuff like that back then. I was just thinking about my Kindergarten class and I vaguely remember there was a kid named Jack who was labeled Jack the Bully for whatever reason - maybe he thought it was cool, maybe he did bully people around a little bit, but seriously, how much bullying really goes on in Kindergarten, we don't even rightly understand what the word means - and at the end of the year when we were signing yearbooks me or maybe it was somebody else, I really don't remember anymore, said to him in that Kindergarten, flippant way, "I'm not going to sign your yearbook, you're a bully!" I don't remember what he looks like, I don't remember his last name, I don't remember who spoke or what happened, not really, maybe all this is a faux-memory - I just remember that for a split second, his face fell. And I didn't think much of it back then and nor did anyone else (probably Jack included) but really, he was no bully. He just wanted me to sign his yearbook, like anyone else. We were all just kids, for heaven's sake. And it's been a decade and I'm sure nobody remembers or cares about something that happened so long ago, and goodness knows I've never even thought about it until now, but I did and it just makes me a little bit sad inside, that a decade ago a little boy's face fell and he never got a signature in his yearbook for something silly like that. Don't get me wrong, I was just driving along and I'm happy, feeling content with my lot in life, but idly this occurs to me as I watch the little Harker children running around and - I felt completely at peace with myself but somewhere, somewhere it made me just a little bit sad. I don't even know. Do I make sense?
Nobody was around today. Everybody was either at the DUI (driving under the influence) trial or All-state.
So, about this DUI trial?
... this is why I will never become a lawyer. Ever.
It was so bloody boring. I was bored out of my mind! Legal proceedings are so... ugh. I was so bored that halfway through I developed severe eye allergies and had to go to the office for some eyedrops. See what boredom can do to you?!
Boitz is at All-state with the rest of them, so orchestra degenerated into bonding time. Fifth period bonded through Yogurtland and sixth period bonded through frisbee. DUI kids bonded through traumatic boredom. Basically, today's school wasn't really 'school'. Not that it ever is, nowadays.
I'm happy. Life is good. Running around after a flying disc released a bunch of endorphins in my head and I'm just swinging off them right now. I hate Fridays and it's Friday and somehow I don't care. Then again, I love thirteen and it's Friday the thirteenth so maybe that explains it all. My pants sport dirt stains from diving and those make me inexplicably happy. I've hardly practised at all the past week and it's not bothering me (although maybe I'll get a dose of reality soon enough) for some strange unexplainable reason. I'm sorry about all the emo posts I've been making the past two weeks. Maybe my mood changes with the weather. That would explain a lot. But no, I think there were many other factors involved as well.
Unfortunately, it is Friday today and I do, in the end, have to go to class. Bummer.
edit: So as I was driving home from piano I passed Harker (Bucknall campus) and all the little children running around in their green uniforms and it just seems so enclosed, such a private school thing to do, uniforms, and it made me think about Kindergarten and how I never realized stuff like that back then. I was just thinking about my Kindergarten class and I vaguely remember there was a kid named Jack who was labeled Jack the Bully for whatever reason - maybe he thought it was cool, maybe he did bully people around a little bit, but seriously, how much bullying really goes on in Kindergarten, we don't even rightly understand what the word means - and at the end of the year when we were signing yearbooks me or maybe it was somebody else, I really don't remember anymore, said to him in that Kindergarten, flippant way, "I'm not going to sign your yearbook, you're a bully!" I don't remember what he looks like, I don't remember his last name, I don't remember who spoke or what happened, not really, maybe all this is a faux-memory - I just remember that for a split second, his face fell. And I didn't think much of it back then and nor did anyone else (probably Jack included) but really, he was no bully. He just wanted me to sign his yearbook, like anyone else. We were all just kids, for heaven's sake. And it's been a decade and I'm sure nobody remembers or cares about something that happened so long ago, and goodness knows I've never even thought about it until now, but I did and it just makes me a little bit sad inside, that a decade ago a little boy's face fell and he never got a signature in his yearbook for something silly like that. Don't get me wrong, I was just driving along and I'm happy, feeling content with my lot in life, but idly this occurs to me as I watch the little Harker children running around and - I felt completely at peace with myself but somewhere, somewhere it made me just a little bit sad. I don't even know. Do I make sense?
