A Touch of Wind
Some wind would be nice.
Something cool, and breezy to breathe new air into my too routine-like life.
I suppose I'm realizing- now more then ever- that I feel an urgent need for change. I'm ready to leave high school- or at least I feel ready- and very much looking forward to university.
Unfortunately, there's the small matter of Grade 12....
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...which begins tomorrow, at 9 AM. I'm apprehensive- what if I falter in the homestretch? This has always been an unfortunate habit of mine, in the majority of my endeavours. I build everything up, reaching my maximum in the middle of the journey and then , near the end, as success feels more and more assured I falter, and my hand brushes short of the prize.
Grade 12 would be an inopportune time for this routine to manifest itself, surely. To ward against it, I've displayed the prize around my room, pinning the prospectives of several universities around my room: Harvard University on my closet, Yale on my desk, Brown on my door.
All courtesy of Ellen, of course, who display's an unusual inclination to order american college applications for other people.
I'm venturing forward with no little trepidation, my usual propensity for caution amplified, because I'm scared. I'm scared of making missteps, even the tiny ones.
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In other news,my family and I officially have Greencards - i.e. an American visa for permanent residency. A strange and startling development, to be sure, but not an unwelcome one. It was a difficult process to procure said Visa, executed over the last few years, but now that it's firmly in our hands we feel more ....valid...when we vacation in America. That's probably a ridiculous sentiment, no doubt fostered by American Patriotism that seizes you as soon as you cross the border.
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For a month, I have been writing a Business Plan for a competition that I entered. After a great deal of work (a potent understatement) I finally finished the 105 page, 24 000 word+ document. Click here if you are interested- at the very least to see the stunning diagrams.
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I organized my whole Grade 11 year. All my notes, papers, everything- all into nicely labelled folders and the rest. I'm never organized- that's Rosh. You know, the other twin. The one with nice handwriting. The one who's smarter. The one who is nicer.
Where did I go wrong?
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I recently vacationed in Phoenix. The heat is blistering- always this unrelenting, molten gold sun bearing down on you with scorching temperatures. I suppose I'm not really suited to the desert, but I really can't comprehend how initial settlers thought the area inhabitable.
That said, I am moving there after Grade 12.
I don't mind deserts, just as long as I'm safely tucked away in a sheltered, air conditioned haven.
Something cool, and breezy to breathe new air into my too routine-like life.
I suppose I'm realizing- now more then ever- that I feel an urgent need for change. I'm ready to leave high school- or at least I feel ready- and very much looking forward to university.
Unfortunately, there's the small matter of Grade 12....
_
...which begins tomorrow, at 9 AM. I'm apprehensive- what if I falter in the homestretch? This has always been an unfortunate habit of mine, in the majority of my endeavours. I build everything up, reaching my maximum in the middle of the journey and then , near the end, as success feels more and more assured I falter, and my hand brushes short of the prize.
Grade 12 would be an inopportune time for this routine to manifest itself, surely. To ward against it, I've displayed the prize around my room, pinning the prospectives of several universities around my room: Harvard University on my closet, Yale on my desk, Brown on my door.
All courtesy of Ellen, of course, who display's an unusual inclination to order american college applications for other people.
I'm venturing forward with no little trepidation, my usual propensity for caution amplified, because I'm scared. I'm scared of making missteps, even the tiny ones.
_
In other news,my family and I officially have Greencards - i.e. an American visa for permanent residency. A strange and startling development, to be sure, but not an unwelcome one. It was a difficult process to procure said Visa, executed over the last few years, but now that it's firmly in our hands we feel more ....valid...when we vacation in America. That's probably a ridiculous sentiment, no doubt fostered by American Patriotism that seizes you as soon as you cross the border.
_
For a month, I have been writing a Business Plan for a competition that I entered. After a great deal of work (a potent understatement) I finally finished the 105 page, 24 000 word+ document. Click here if you are interested- at the very least to see the stunning diagrams.
_
I organized my whole Grade 11 year. All my notes, papers, everything- all into nicely labelled folders and the rest. I'm never organized- that's Rosh. You know, the other twin. The one with nice handwriting. The one who's smarter. The one who is nicer.
Where did I go wrong?
_
I recently vacationed in Phoenix. The heat is blistering- always this unrelenting, molten gold sun bearing down on you with scorching temperatures. I suppose I'm not really suited to the desert, but I really can't comprehend how initial settlers thought the area inhabitable.
That said, I am moving there after Grade 12.
I don't mind deserts, just as long as I'm safely tucked away in a sheltered, air conditioned haven.
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