last day of classes today; did my econ presentation and handed in a performance task – happy mr. griem? you finally have some marks. no need for that ‘n’ on my report card now, right?
but there’s still a bunch of work i have to get done and it’s weighing me down, keeping me from being absolutely elated – and this is all aside from exams. damn my fierce procrastination.
i feel out of focus though; my one-track mind is set on summer suns, lazy afternoons and liberation. how am i supposed to write exams in this kind of weather? at least they’ll take place where there are no windows – i won’t actually see what i’m missing, yet i’ll feel it seeping into every pore of my body; the tug of the heat and the teasing of the outdoors while i write chicken-scratch in IB notebooks.
i keep thinking about england and all the brilliance it will bring. i face it with a radiant, happy trepidation; the stuff that comes with the thought of visiting any foreign land. i want to let loose, yet i don’t want to lose myself.
too bad i’m a heathen at heart.
there are thoughts of being a novelty, seeing new things, meeting new people – the romanticized visions of prospective love; a temporary escape from my life, something fresh and new and wonderful.
summer in a foreign land?
goodbye, revision.
i can’t set my mind on you today.