Today is the last day of my understated Summer Enrichment Programs. I didn't record much about my three-week exposure to alliterations, metaphors, ensembles, Robert Frost, and the like. I know I'll probably regret that because these days of my summer, despite being Gehenna-like in some occasions, would be the most significant.
That is why I'm posting this now, so these memories wouldn't be lured into oblivion.
I would miss all the CW people, like 1.) Riva, the most amazing poet I've ever spent time with, 2.) Fausto, who blends in with the curtains, 3.) Bea, who's got a "Phineas and Ferb" addiction like I do, 4.) John and his Peter Pan-like way of movement, 5.) Simone, whose eyes are keen enough to realize we were reenacting ghouls during the Dogman scene, 6.) LJ/Dogman, who I abhorred but adored during his days as Dogman, 7.) Edbert, who doesn't care enough about his sister to figure out where she could be, and 8.) Everybody else.
This CW crowd, I want to stay with them. I prefer the people there than the majority of the people in my school. The CW people have a sense of direction in life, and it has nothing to do with ill intentions against the people who did barely anything against them. No, seriously, I feel like some people from my school attack other people just because they think they could.
I'm not making stupid allusions. All I'm trying to state here is that I want to stay away from the MRP's that line the hallways of my school and avoid whatever indirect threats they're capable of. But that would be unlikely. I just wish, though, that after High School, I'll be able to get the sense of belonging like I get in my CW classes. I want to meet more people who could see what I see, and not people who'll force me into bending my ken.
I've still got four hours to consider myself a part of the CW class anyways. That's not enough but at least it's there, happening. After that, I'll probably drown myself in currents of Twitter updates and blog posts scattered in the Blogosphere. Or I could philosophize deeper and find reasons to hate myself. Blah. It's almost nine o'clock. I have a TV show to watch. BFN.
That is why I'm posting this now, so these memories wouldn't be lured into oblivion.
I would miss all the CW people, like 1.) Riva, the most amazing poet I've ever spent time with, 2.) Fausto, who blends in with the curtains, 3.) Bea, who's got a "Phineas and Ferb" addiction like I do, 4.) John and his Peter Pan-like way of movement, 5.) Simone, whose eyes are keen enough to realize we were reenacting ghouls during the Dogman scene, 6.) LJ/Dogman, who I abhorred but adored during his days as Dogman, 7.) Edbert, who doesn't care enough about his sister to figure out where she could be, and 8.) Everybody else.
This CW crowd, I want to stay with them. I prefer the people there than the majority of the people in my school. The CW people have a sense of direction in life, and it has nothing to do with ill intentions against the people who did barely anything against them. No, seriously, I feel like some people from my school attack other people just because they think they could.
I'm not making stupid allusions. All I'm trying to state here is that I want to stay away from the MRP's that line the hallways of my school and avoid whatever indirect threats they're capable of. But that would be unlikely. I just wish, though, that after High School, I'll be able to get the sense of belonging like I get in my CW classes. I want to meet more people who could see what I see, and not people who'll force me into bending my ken.
I've still got four hours to consider myself a part of the CW class anyways. That's not enough but at least it's there, happening. After that, I'll probably drown myself in currents of Twitter updates and blog posts scattered in the Blogosphere. Or I could philosophize deeper and find reasons to hate myself. Blah. It's almost nine o'clock. I have a TV show to watch. BFN.
