Well, this is odd.
I have ended my first year of high school. What a baffling concept.
I must have just gotten so used to being a Grade 8 that it seems surreal to be free from it now. It feels many years have passed since I first walked through the Grade 8 gate. I remember the shock of it all. Everything seemed big and confusing and unnatural. Now I can casually enter that gate without any of the nervousness I felt. Funny how much life changes.
I plan on doing something – just a little something- about 2011. It has been a turning point in my life in so many ways. 2011 has been the epicenter of the awesome that my life shall embrace. Also, epicenter has “epic” in it. I like that.
I know that Grade 8 is still a small grade to accomplish in high school, but it has been the beginning of high school, apparently the best years of one’s life.
I discovered so much in life and I was shown so much of the hidden awesome that I had been missing out on for so long due to being held hostage in a world that bred worldsuck.
Leaving my primary school was one of the best things that has happened to me for a long time. Sure, it may not have been a terrible school and I think I received a decent education there, but socially, I was in a nest of cruel hearted, disgusting excuses for human beings.
I don’t know what it was, but that school was a carrier of the mean disease. I am aware that saying “mean” seems puerile and odd, but that is plainly what they were.
I thank whatever great being that is potentially nonexistent for bestowing unto me the gift of freedom from the mean virus.
But now I move on.
My current school is wonderful. Sure, there are still mean people, but they are fewer and further between. They have no ability of spreading the mean virus. I have also found myself living in a small bubble-universe that sits on the outer edge of the main soul of my school in which I have marvelous adventures in the mind. My little world contains YouTube, Nerdfighters, Charlie McDonnell, all of my friends, the most awesome people I know, my amazing parents – without whom I could never have survived the world of hate I used to belong to – and much Doctor Who.
Umm, I lost my train of thought on this now so I’ll end it here.