I told my mom I was going to take a nap before we go out for dinner, but somehow, I never got around to it. I cracked open my writing 12 book that I found when I moved to this house, and I've been meaning to read it. There's only a few things in there, it was still nice to read. Sad too. At the time, I thought it was so (for lack of a better word) pointless to write about (for example) the things going on around me at Granville Island (For our fieldtrip). But it's an interesting read now...all of it. That's not to say I didn't enjoy writing...it was really fun..and it was especially nice to have it in grade 12 - since we had a lot of time to just reflect and write, which I love to do. Pictures are one thing, but I think words are another.
I was briefly talking to a friend...and it's crazy that this year's grads are already going grad camping. I can't believe it was only a year ago.
One of my brother's friends was recently over and she graduated from PA too, and K asked her if she liked it and she said, "I LOVED my time there." I don't know how you can't. I mean, if you really take the time to appreciate it for what it was, and the relationships it allows you to build, etc. - I don't think it's possible to not love it.
April 27 last year, I wrote:
Sometimes, its easy to take it for granted - how nice PA is. Man, I'm really going to miss this place. It's weird to think about how life will continue here even though we're gone. How next September, kids are going to come back and continue on with their lives like nothings changed. They'll put on their uniforms, get school supply lists in the mail with their classes...PA has always been such a constant in my life - something I come back to each year, something I know will always be the same. I can't imagine not coming back.
I don't know why that was so sad to read, even though I remember writing it - not to mention, how cheesy it is. I know it's cheesy. No, no it get's better. It's called, "Contemplative Journaling." Haha oh my.
I don't know what it is, it's just this feeling of deep nostalgia for the people, who on any given day...you could just stop and have a deep, meaningful conversation with. I don't know why, but I feel like that's so hard to come by these days.
You know, a year later, after it's all been said and done...
I can look back on it and say, "yeah, that's where it all changed."
Not necessarily my move, but maybe. But definitely graduation. (I guess that's obvious.)
It really wasn't what I expected. I don't know what I expected. Yet here we are, a year later.
I wouldn't say it changed for the worse necessarily (although, in some ways it has), and I wouldn't say that it has changed for the better either (although, again, it some ways, it has). It's just different. Would I go back and do it over again if I could? Yeah, probably. - Which is not to say the last year hasn't been good, or great. Its had its moments - good and bad - just like I'm sure PA had its moments, good and bad.
Well, you know what they say, The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.”
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