my first day of school
I don't recall what day it was. Although, in all probability, it was more than likely a Monday.
posted by AristoNeeks | 3:21 am
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things i wanna do before i croak
- 1. learn a martial art
- 2. learn to play piano
- 3. work abroad
- 4.
go on a weekend away with a significant other
- 5. learn a foreign language, like Nihongo
- 6. jump off a bridge
- 7. a course in graphic design
- 8.
get married
- 9. see the museums in europe
- 10. visit all the continents
asylum
things i wanna do before i croak
- 1. learn a martial art
- 2. learn to play piano
- 3. work abroad
- 4.
go on a weekend away with a significant other
- 5. learn a foreign language, like Nihongo
- 6. jump off a bridge
- 7. a course in graphic design
- 8.
get married
- 9. see the museums in europe
- 10. visit all the continents
- 1. learn a martial art
- 2. learn to play piano
- 3. work abroad
- 4.
go on a weekend away with a significant other - 5. learn a foreign language, like Nihongo
- 6. jump off a bridge
- 7. a course in graphic design
- 8.
get married - 9. see the museums in europe
- 10. visit all the continents
from ingrid:
- LIED VAN DIE LAPPOP
Ek is die lappop wat nie praat
en maak net op jou liefde staat
Saans lê ek blind en stil en doof
en lig nie meer my semel-hoof
My hande roer nie en my lyf
word met jou weggaan koud en styf
Sonder jou hulp kan ek nie loop:
jy het my sommerso gekoop
en sal my nog een Guy Fawkes-nag
goedmoeds verbrand en daaroor lag.
Ek is die lappop sonder gees
My pyn jou luid gevierde fees.
I can't remember what my first day was like. Was the sun shinin? Was I scared? Excited? Did I cry? Did I trust the teacher? I just don't remember... Just as well, I suppose.
I ran into school, excited at the prospect, and ran home, hoping to never have to go back again.
I'll never forget it. But I think it was on a Tuesday, to be sure...
i just remember being apprehensive and keeping to myself.
never was much of an extrovert.
the classes were boring, coz i could do everything already. so, the teachers let me do whatever i wanted, as long as i was quiet. invariably, i'd just sit and draw and stare out at the rain outside.
my mum packed amazing lunches back then. and my biggest concern was not to let any of my stuff get stolen.
someone stole my little green plastic juice bottle. so, i had to get a new one.
i hope whoever that thief was gets a cramp in his ass that never goes away and makes defecation problematic.