That's the thing, English class was the only class I felt remotely confident in. I've said it before, but I enjoyed English and I got my only GCSE from school in it. I later retook maths in college to get that grade too. English and maths- the two gods of learning. I remember studying 'Of Mice and Men' and writing those essays and I remember enjoying it. Sure, loads of the students kicked up a fuss about reading and whatnot, but for once I didn't care about them. I just wanted to sit quietly and learn. Sadly, once English was done for another day, it was back to the misery of other lessons. It still amazes me that I never capitalized on my love for literature back then, why the hell didn't I realize I wanted to write back in school? It pisses me off that I missed out, but I needn't worry about such things because I know now, I've known for years and done something about it. That's what counts.
As the 'Avril Lavigne' song 'Darlin' goes, 'face tomorrow, tomorrow's not yesterday', and it's true. School really sucked and college brought me back. Life goes on and everybody suffers one way or another, and I guess you've got to find something to live for. Otherwise, what's the point? Sorry for the miserable post, it's just been on my mind. That's all.
Normal bookish posts will go on as normal.
Songs of the Week:
- 'Don't you (Forget About Me)' by Simple Minds
- 'All the Things She Said' by Simple Minds
- 'Bridges' by Rise Against
- 'People Live Here' by Rise Against
- 'Survive' by Rise Against
- 'Another World' by No Limits
- 'If You' by Skrux
- 'State of Trust' by Dark Tranquility
- 'Innocence' by Avril Lavigne
- 'Fall to Pieces' by Avril Lavigne
- 'Night Time' by The XX
- 'Dressed to Fuck' by The Killing Tree
- 'Superman' by Lazlo Bane