slimsteruk (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} slimsteruk) wrote,@ 2007-01-27 19:15:00 |
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it's a weird thing
It's weird, it seems like every year around this time I always seem to be looking back at the stuff I've done in my life.
Back in 2001 I finished secondary/high school, I turned 18 about 2-3 months before that last day. School sucked a majority of the time, when the occasional good thing happened it usually was followed by a load of random and worthless shit.
The last day was a laugh though, it was just one of those genuinely good days from top to bottom. But I was glad to an extent that I was leaving that place.
Now I knew I had exams to do, but there was something constantly looming over all of that though.
That August/September I was moving on to new territory, I was going on to college and to say that I found the thought a bit intimidating would be an understatement.
So it was time to start college, I went in and "did my thing" and successfully finished my first year there.
It was now June, I was 19 and I had just had my last class for that year. Now something weird started happening, I found my "groove" what I was doing there felt (for lack of a better term) natural.
So August rolled round, it was time for my second year to begin.
I walked into the building, then waited outside the class I was meant to be in.
This guy came up to me and asked if this was the right room, I told him it was and we both introduced ourselves (nearly 5 years have passed and we're still pretty "tight"). There were a lot of people there that first day, but it was cool though. I looked around at the people there, again little did I know that I'd still be in contact with another person there nearly 5 years later.
A month or so later, along with a lecturer switch (we'd end up getting one of the most decent bastards I've ever met as a lecturer) and little did I know that do this day, the best 2 years of my life were in progress. Which would involve a lecturer and his CIA"esque" stories, filming a bunch of dancer/drama students, on location sound recording and generally have a bloody good time.
August 2003 rolled round (I was now 20), we all went in and it seemed more like a "reunion" than college started again, hell I'll go one further and actually say that I was somewhat looking forward to all starting again.
We all put that behind us in June 2004, the general feeling among the people I keep in contact with is that we miss it.
It's now 2007.
I'll be 24 in 2 months.
They say that "you can never go home again"
...just watch me.
It's weird, it seems like every year around this time I always seem to be looking back at the stuff I've done in my life.
Back in 2001 I finished secondary/high school, I turned 18 about 2-3 months before that last day. School sucked a majority of the time, when the occasional good thing happened it usually was followed by a load of random and worthless shit.
The last day was a laugh though, it was just one of those genuinely good days from top to bottom. But I was glad to an extent that I was leaving that place.
Now I knew I had exams to do, but there was something constantly looming over all of that though.
That August/September I was moving on to new territory, I was going on to college and to say that I found the thought a bit intimidating would be an understatement.
So it was time to start college, I went in and "did my thing" and successfully finished my first year there.
It was now June, I was 19 and I had just had my last class for that year. Now something weird started happening, I found my "groove" what I was doing there felt (for lack of a better term) natural.
So August rolled round, it was time for my second year to begin.
I walked into the building, then waited outside the class I was meant to be in.
This guy came up to me and asked if this was the right room, I told him it was and we both introduced ourselves (nearly 5 years have passed and we're still pretty "tight"). There were a lot of people there that first day, but it was cool though. I looked around at the people there, again little did I know that I'd still be in contact with another person there nearly 5 years later.
A month or so later, along with a lecturer switch (we'd end up getting one of the most decent bastards I've ever met as a lecturer) and little did I know that do this day, the best 2 years of my life were in progress. Which would involve a lecturer and his CIA"esque" stories, filming a bunch of dancer/drama students, on location sound recording and generally have a bloody good time.
August 2003 rolled round (I was now 20), we all went in and it seemed more like a "reunion" than college started again, hell I'll go one further and actually say that I was somewhat looking forward to all starting again.
We all put that behind us in June 2004, the general feeling among the people I keep in contact with is that we miss it.
It's now 2007.
I'll be 24 in 2 months.
They say that "you can never go home again"
...just watch me.
