But for now we are young, let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see

Bonsoir mes amies,

I feel like this is one of those days I should document, the last day of school for the entire year. These days, I often find myself thinking about certain things that I know I’ll forget, but don’t want to. Yeah, so here we go…

the first part of the day is irrelevant to my interests, simply because it was boring, so let’s skip to the last “class” we had. It was basically the whole class being divided into groups of four and then doing a music game. An intro to a song is played and then we have to write down the title of said song. This sounds boring, and it normally would be, except that things took an interesting turn; I got Phreckles in my group. By a total coincidence I might add, thank you Fate! So I was all excited and awkward and we played. Let’s just say it didn’t go so well for our group…okay we lost bigtime, but it was hella fun. Cheesy aww-moment of the day was when I guessed Louis Armstrong for a song but Phreckles thought it was Nat King Cole, his argument being that Armstrong usually has wind instruments in his songs, and I folded quite easily, because…well, because…alright, alright because he’s Phreckles. I can’t help the fact that he’s so swoonworthy, okay? Anyways, so we wrote Nat King Cole. Well, it turned out that it was Armstrong. That, I actually was expecting, what I wasn’t expecting was the force of his reaction. He got all red and exclaimed (to the whole class): No fuck! It’s my fault, I feel so guilty now.” Then he started apologizing profusely to me for his error. It took me a while to realize what he was actually saying, because I was still in a dreamy haze over hearing him speak english, but when I did, I was shocked. I’ve never seen someone feel so guilty over such a trivial thing…except for me. I always take things too seriously when I know others are depending on me, and I’m often too harsh on myself when it comes to doing my part. Add the fact that he was blushing, and you can imagine what state I was in – I could hardly form a coherent thought. Eventually, the (still unbelievable) anguish in his eyes made me snap out of it and I assured him that it really wasn’t a big deal. That it was okay to make a mistake, especially such an insignificant one. It took a while, but he was eventually able to let it go. The whole incident has made my feelings towards him (even) more amiable. I find him highly favorable. Not to mention, swoony, gaspy and sighy. Yes, that means what it sounds like. That’s the most direct interaction I’ve had with him by the way. Yep, a milestone *snort*

So after that, the class went to church to have a little ceremony thingy with the rest of the school. We’re about a thousand students so it’s safe to say the place was packed. A bunch of kids thinking they’re too cool for church, whispering and mocking and just being generally obnoxious. We got shitty seats where you couldn’t see anything, so I spent most of the time thinking and meditating. The main part of my thoughts went a little something like this: Wow, I can’t believe the year’s almost over. Time has flown by, and yet, it feels like it crawled by. Look at all that’s happened, look at how far I’ve come. I would never have guessed the events of this year, and I sure won’t be able to predict what will happen in the coming one. I hope it’s a good one though, and I have a feeling it will be.

Tune of the day, a hopeful song that reminds me of the sun shining on my face and seagulls soaring over my head. The longing for summer, not just in the literal sense.

Au milieu de l’hiver, j’ai dècouvert en moi un invincible été

What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me, me

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