Before I begin this post, I'm going to share my excitement. My blog now has seven followers. That's like really cool. A special welcome to those I may or may not have had the pleasure of meeting in real life: Andy Sp-something: the apologizing bandit, and the enigmatically named CHINA. I'm pretty sure it's not the PRC stalking my blog, seeing as they mainly use their blog to recommend English books, but you can never be too careful. CHINA, I'll let you know that your government is really cool and stuff and please don't block me from your country. As for Andy Sp-something, she has a post up on the 23rd. That's tomorrow, folks. Being able to update a blog from the future is pretty impressive.
Okay, thank yous over. Time for the meat of this post.
On Wednesday of last week, I had an idea. It occurred to me that I had no homework to turn in, I probably wouldn't need my calculator that day, and that paper is pretty easy to slough. Days like this don't come along every day. So I did what any self-respecting back would do, I abandoned my backpack with reckless abandon.
It felt as if a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Not just the literal kind either. I was free to dart through the hallways, a third of my usual girth. It was liberating, watching everyone else lumber through the hallway. Free from the slight ache my shoulders usually endures, I felt almost gleeful. Not an emotion I usually associate with high school.
At the same time, though, I was vulnerable. I was armed with a single pen, and entirely dependent upon those around me for paper. When I received a worksheet, I had to make sure to guard it from the wind. Freedom comes with a price.
I don't know why I told you this story. Maybe you will.
Peace. There very well might be another post today.
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