Grr

I try to follow other blogspots but I can't find the "follow" button and I can't find the names of the bloggers.

FINE.
I won't take an interest in your life then!

Time is a scarce resource

When you know you're not wanted, no more time should be wasted serving those that milk you raw without giving anything back, not even a prior massage. In order to thrive, respect needs to be fed respect. It's not wishful thinking, but there genuinely are plenty of other people more decent and more deserving of your time.

So to the others I say pfft. See ya.

Why VCE is a battlefield pt. 1

I'm going to make a series of posts explaining why VCE is a battlefield.
This metaphor first came to my attention in Jacky babe's class and since then I have often heard it brought up. These ideas are collected from personal and external, first- and second-hand sources. They won't be accurate for everyone. As Kathy would quote, VCE is a war and "your pencils are your swords". *Flourish*

You leave behind the life you once knew

The milk and honey days, the spoon-fed bludge lessons, wasting time at Galactic Circus, -- it's time to put these behind as you valiantly step up to the game. The State Library is your new headquarter.

You've always known that one day you'd be sent off to do VCE, but it's never bothered you because it was a far-off shadowy land that was future-you's concern.

At first you think you can handle going to war. You try to balance two lives by keeping in touch with friends and family. But your fun-time is restricted with your obligations to your books. And soon enough, the letters stop being exchanged. Not because they've stopped worrying about you, but because you don't have the time anymore.

And so you begin to blend in with the rest of your peers, falling in step with their study habits. Before you know it, while you sit in the trenches reloading your pacer, you realise you don't remember the last time you wasted time after school playing DDR.

Silver linings aren't always great

So today I found a grey hair.
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Oh gawd. I plucked it out and it was only a few cm of grey at the roots. Actually, "grey" has bad connotations. I'm far too vain to associate myself with that adjective. Let's use the word "silver".
This worries me. I should stop worrying.

Edit
Remember to do in the hols:
Clean up my economics folder. Sort notes out by topics. Work on theory.
Read The Boat again. Buy and read The Bacchae.
Work through methods as much as I can.
Chemistry.. I would have done that shit to death after mid-years. Just do whatever the chem tutor takes us through.
~_~

Tween coming of age

I used to look up to this one person. I would watch her reaction to every different situation. I would break down her life -- her family, her relationships, her thought patterns -- and I would find the stepping stones to make myself just like her. She was confident and she could handle anything thrown at her. She always set the mood. If she were angry, I should be too. If she were happy, I'd try to make myself see the bright side of a situation. Everything she said was law. She made sure to let me know that she was right in everything she did. I believed it and sometimes I caught myself asking what she would do if she were in my situation. I didn't know much, all I knew was that she was the person I should become if I wanted to be happy.
Then things slowly changed after I had to go my own way. After all these years I'm not only looking back but looking at today. I don't despise her or anything of the sort, but I just don't revere her as much anymore. When I look back I see that she wasn't always as effective as I thought she was. She wasn't foolproof, and I can see now that she has made mistakes and stood on as many toes as I have. I can't blame her for pretending to be strong back then, because as a kid sometimes you can think the world revolves around you. I can only hope she sees that it's ok to be wrong and it's ok to be second-best.
The best thing that ever happened to me was going my own way. Today I find it hard to find that one person to look up to. It would be good to have a role model but right now I don't think I can handle the potential disappoint it might bring with it. For now I'm synthesising the effective qualities I see in different people to try to build something respectable that I can work toward.