I have nothing to say today. It's a calm day, and as such, I must remain calm. I should relax, I won't get a chance to do so at all next year.
-TheThinker
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
The Path Ahead
(Been pretty busy, haven't had a chance to actually blog.)
In case you don't know, if I don't pass 3 classes this quarter, I'm leaving Central for Creative Arts High School.
Sophomore year is drawing to a close. I've learned a lot, and accomplished so little. New friends, strengthened bonds, and new wisdom. I know myself better than I ever have now. I learned what I really stand for, what I love. And yet because of my own inability to do what's necessary, I've failed myself.
The chances of me being at Central next year are currently about 1/100. I've accepted my fate--I know that I screwed myself over. Yes, I'll be back senior year. Yes, Creative Arts is close to Central. But it still feels like I'm gonna forever be an ocean away from the place I've come to know. But I gotta push harder now, for real this time. No bullshit, no lying to myself. I gotta work hard this time, for when I'm back.
It might sounds stupid that this is messing with me so much, especially because I'll be back and I'm not even gonna be far. I also probably sound real bratty, considering this is all my fault anyway. But you know what, that's fine. I'll be back.
It sucks that I won't be there to walk to Holiday with Cha, or to listen to Mai Xiong's ranting. It sucks that I won't be able to help friends with problems, or laugh with them on bright days. It sucks that we won't be able to run in the rain, or buy ice cream from the ghetto van after school together. But you know what sucks the most? Me not being able to do a simple task in order to stay here.
I'm gonna be back senior year. So save those walks, those rants. Deal with the problems, save the laughs. Save those rainy days, save a dollar for that ice cream. Because I'm gonna be back a better man.
"The path ahead is dark. I'll light the path, and be back someday."-my promise
In case you don't know, if I don't pass 3 classes this quarter, I'm leaving Central for Creative Arts High School.
Sophomore year is drawing to a close. I've learned a lot, and accomplished so little. New friends, strengthened bonds, and new wisdom. I know myself better than I ever have now. I learned what I really stand for, what I love. And yet because of my own inability to do what's necessary, I've failed myself.
The chances of me being at Central next year are currently about 1/100. I've accepted my fate--I know that I screwed myself over. Yes, I'll be back senior year. Yes, Creative Arts is close to Central. But it still feels like I'm gonna forever be an ocean away from the place I've come to know. But I gotta push harder now, for real this time. No bullshit, no lying to myself. I gotta work hard this time, for when I'm back.
It might sounds stupid that this is messing with me so much, especially because I'll be back and I'm not even gonna be far. I also probably sound real bratty, considering this is all my fault anyway. But you know what, that's fine. I'll be back.
It sucks that I won't be there to walk to Holiday with Cha, or to listen to Mai Xiong's ranting. It sucks that I won't be able to help friends with problems, or laugh with them on bright days. It sucks that we won't be able to run in the rain, or buy ice cream from the ghetto van after school together. But you know what sucks the most? Me not being able to do a simple task in order to stay here.
I'm gonna be back senior year. So save those walks, those rants. Deal with the problems, save the laughs. Save those rainy days, save a dollar for that ice cream. Because I'm gonna be back a better man.
"The path ahead is dark. I'll light the path, and be back someday."-my promise
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Hello world.
This is my blog. Or, "TIMB". Getting technical, the title should be "This is my Blog, or TimB". But I digress.
Who am I? I'm just some high school kid who thinks too much. For the purposes of expressing my thoughts and my rantings, my name, race, age, appearance, IQ, and/or favorite brand of milk are irrelevant. (For now, at least. Perhaps later, they shall be involved in some ranting or raging of some sort.)
I throw conformity to the wind, for the most part. Which is great, because by being a total nonconformist, I simply become one of many people who don't conform. Oh, but I only am a nonconformist to a certain degree. I am unique, hooray! What all people strive for~!
Who is to tell me how often to blog, when to do it, how many times a day? Nobodyyyy. Once a week, once a year, five times a day, once a day? It doesn't really matter. I'll blog when I feel like it, my thoughts organizing in some strange and disorganized way on my monitor. Ooh, oxymoron.
And so I conclude this quaint introduction. To you the reader...
Think hard,
TheThinker
Who am I? I'm just some high school kid who thinks too much. For the purposes of expressing my thoughts and my rantings, my name, race, age, appearance, IQ, and/or favorite brand of milk are irrelevant. (For now, at least. Perhaps later, they shall be involved in some ranting or raging of some sort.)
I throw conformity to the wind, for the most part. Which is great, because by being a total nonconformist, I simply become one of many people who don't conform. Oh, but I only am a nonconformist to a certain degree. I am unique, hooray! What all people strive for~!
Who is to tell me how often to blog, when to do it, how many times a day? Nobodyyyy. Once a week, once a year, five times a day, once a day? It doesn't really matter. I'll blog when I feel like it, my thoughts organizing in some strange and disorganized way on my monitor. Ooh, oxymoron.
And so I conclude this quaint introduction. To you the reader...
Think hard,
TheThinker
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