09/12/2024
Dear Reader,
First log on this page! And it makes me anxious to think of posting it.
When I first added "blog" in the navigation I thought I'd update next year, once I change high schools and actually have something mildly interesting to talk about, new classmates, new subjects, blah, blah, blah. Nonetheless, an idea's been weighting on my mind lately: I realized that I really want to write a book. Ever since I was a young kid fiction has fascinated me, I guess I find the real world too dull, this infatuation has brought a desire to contribute somehow, or maybe, to stop daydreaming about other's creations and actually build something with my own hands (more like keyboard). I'm unsure of whether this silly project will amount to anything in the future or not, but I learned that my motivation is quickly lost when I don't announce my plans to someone. That is to say, I think that ---even if no one reads this entry, ever--- by writing about my desire to write something else (pun intended) I might actually get the motivation to finish the story someday.
Lastly, and completely unrelated to the topic of today's entry, you may ask why this is written as a letter... well, why not? I'm fond of writing letters, even if I don't have who to write them to.
Yours faithfully,
A.
06/03/2025
Dear Reader,
Today was my first "day" at my new high-school. To say day, without quotation marks, would be an overstatement: we were told to go at 9:00, and we left at 9:30. I barely slept at all, only to stay for half an hour. When I got there, many students were chatting outside while others waited indoors, the moment the vice principal turned on the mic the ones outside huddled near the hall. But instead of giving us a warm welcome like you would expect her to, she went on random tangents, about wearing the uniform, how girls mustn't wear mini skirts and only clothes their size, that she disliked when people turned their backs while she speaks, etc. To be honest, I pretty much ignored her. My last principal was kind of similar. Then they finally started calling people to get to a classroom. I thought I might end up with a friend, but I was almost the last person named in my group, and she was the second named in the next one.
Once I entered the room, last, I struggled to find where to sit, but after some "excuse me"'s I ended up in the centre. The teacher basically repeated some of the points made by the vice principal, including not leaving the school while on lunch break. Then, she said that she did not allow cellphones inside the classroom if they weren't used as an educational tool. She told us where the library, one of the assistant's/secretary's room was, the toilets. By that point, the assistant/secretary assigned to our group appeared and repeated yet again some of the stuff we had already been told.
Lastly, she left, and the teacher told us to go home. Many stood in line to take a photo of our timetables hanging unto the board ---and so did I---. As for my classmates, they were all complete strangers and did not seem very friendly, but I'll try not taking that to heart.
Today is Thursday, tomorrow I'll go again (earlier than today) and then I'll have the weekend to waste my time on.
Yours faithfully,