Let’s redefine 08 09.
Another school year has kicked off with the [boring] principal’s opening prayers, the [cliche] head girl’s address, the [funny] prefect video, and of course the cheer and the motto. [And obviously the inevitable comparing of timetables, hikes in caf prices, and general disgust at the hygiene state of the bathrooms.]
The cheer isn’t that good this year, I didn’t learn it and I’m not talking about it.
The motto is likewise…not stellar. Firstly, it’s pretty much bs without much substance, but that usually happens with the school mottoes. The problem is that it doesn’t even make any sense. You can’t redefine something if it hasn’t yet been defined, obviously, and clearly 08 09 hasn’t been defined yet. Defining 08 09 means living it, and we have no chance to live it again ["redefine"] it. Honestly, the prefects had a whole week to come up with something and they didn’t think of that? Clearly something like “08 09: its only chance to defined” or something along those sappy lines would have worked better. And probably struck a bell with some of us, especially the grads.
This is our last year at Havergal. Our last year of high school. Our last memory of this both awful and wonderful period of life. Our last chance to change our memories of adolescence. Our last chance to define our childhood.
In this last year of high school, everyone tries to get everything perfect. This year, we will all work the hardest and get the best marks we’ve ever had. We’ll have the most fun and enjoy ourselves. We’ll have the most perfect halloween costumes, birthday parties, dance dresses, etc. Everything this year must be perfect. It’s the last of everything. The end of everything.
HOLY SHIT GUYS.
LIGHTEN UP.
It /is/ the last year in a way. After high school, we live by ourselves in university. The weight of this moving out business is actually quite large, seeing we will never live with our parents again [unless you're one of those boomer's-baby loser that can't find a job and needs your parents to pay for your next house--and that's none of us since we're all perfectly capable children COUGH]. It /is/ our last year of decreased responsibility with increased privileges. But honestly. University is a big step but not an enormous one.
The rest of our lives is largely affected but what we do this year but not completely. Just get an agenda, write all the dates down, and relax.
Remember, this IS your last year to relax. Enjoy it.
Anyway, courses I’m taking this year:
English, obviously, with Ms Macrae section 6.
AP Bio, Ms Davis.
Chem, Ms DeBoer [until she leaves in February].
Physicis, Ms Kowalsky.
AP Stats, Ms Mac.
World Issues, Mr Sumner.
Sitting in on the MCR3UE class of Mr Crippin.
Out of school, I’m back at my old old ballet company and I’m doing symphony plus maybe some other junks outside of school.
I love you all. Drop me an email or fb and…
Continue PWNING the world!
