Friday, June 8, 2012

The End Of Summer

It's 1:30 am right now, and I just decided that I want to blog. About what? I don't know yet, but there was this sudden urge that took me, and I knew that i had to act on it. This is probably a bad idea (very bad indeed), because we will have to get up at 5:00am tomorrow... or later in this case... but there has always been this careless rebel within me who doesn't pay attention to the consequences, and thinks impulsively (and it's rather contradictory to what people perceive me to be. Yes, they think I am this goody-two-shoes rich kid, which, in some aspects, I might be. But to think of ME as a purely girly goody-goody who is scared of the rules is wrong. Very wrong. Those people don't know me). Anyway, I am using an itouch right now, so sorry in advance for any typos, etc.

Summer has turned me into an insomniac. It made me nocturnal. It gave me so many new experiences, and made me discover myself more. In my last blog post, I wrote about my summer plans, and what was going to happen after summer... and now, summer is only a week from ending. School's starting. It makes me slightly sad to think about this. But it also makes me excited. I realized somewhere along the days of summer, that I loved my classmates. We are the most rebellious class in High School (my teachers would assure you that), but we genuinely care for and love each other. They freaking cared about me, and I really did miss every single person in my class (except for two annoying guys, but I don't want to go into detail about them).

I went to a summer enrichment program. What was so bad about it was that everyone, and I mean everyone else, were classmates from another school and knew each other. I was the odd one out. And it isn't because they were a bunch of mean kids that I felt lonely, awkward, etc.. It was because they were strangers-- strangers who knew each other, and people from a class that wasn't mine. They probably thought I was really soft and nice... extremely shy... and a bit snotty. They didn't know the real me. They didn't make me comfortable. (But I did meet one or two people who had the same vibes as I did, and those were the real friends I made.)

My summer was fun... Really short, but fun. I didn't do everything I wanted to, but honestly, could anyone have?

It gave me the time to enrich myself, do things I genuinely wanted to do, improve the things I am good at.

Summer Bea had a blast, and I hope she stays with me forever. And... Though it wasn't as long as I wanted it to be... I thank summer for a lot of things--- mainly, for helping me rediscover myself in ways I had never imagined.

I really do have to sleep now... It's 2:05 AM... And my parents will kill me if they wake up and find me still awake.

I've got three hours of sleep left.

I'll survive.