So, I started school again today. I don't know wether to be happy about it or not. I've just started year ten, GCSE time everybody! Ekkk. That word kind of scares me. However, I'm pretty happy about being in year ten because, we get to start afresh. At my school we are split into eight houses, then that's halved and we do most lessons mixed with different people in those four houses. This year we all mix. It feels strange, like I'm starting school again, I know roughly half of the class but the rest are just faces I've seen around the school.
It's all such serious business, even the class clowns are serious, and that's saying something. At school I blend in quite a lot, I'm not the kind of person that people look at in the hallway and praise for being so spectacular and different, like Cher Horowitz . But then again, I'm a self proclaimed flower child ( I didn't want to say hipster and flower child's what the thesaurus recommended, so I shall follow that guide.) I don't follow the crowd of popular people, but that basically means nothing. I just blend in, I'm just there.
The four options I took for GCSE were, french, geography, art and media studies. I guess I'm a bit excited for art and media. I'll finally get to express myself a little bit, school uniform drags me of my individuality so, the rare art lesson I get makes me very happy. Over the holidays I've done a bit of art, and I think I've found my style. I've started making my friend a book thingy for her 14th birthday coming up and I'm in love with it. It's this crazy shinny notebook I found under my bed with nothing in, and I'm currently filling it. I will show you it once its done and I've given it to her! I've done her loads of drawings and the front is my favourite part. Gah, I swear I'm not full of myself.
Anyway, what I'm trying to get at here is that, this year I will show everyone that I'm not just a drab old bean. And I shall shine like a crystal ball. Well, not really unless I turn silver, like the man who turned blue.
Hope you like it,
photo by: Urania, Budapestby Sylvia Ballhause, viaLumas. (I found it on rookie mag)