Well, okey, so it wasn't all that long ago at all. It's just that so much has happened since then that I've forgotten the wonder that was Cla(i)re day. It was really quite fun. People walked around in barefoot and wore scarves. We had cla(i)rrot cake and a tea party ... in true Cla(i)re fashion our centre piece was an old rusty bari horn stolen from the art room. But mostly, the day was spent on East house lawn (which was in fact Victoria house lawn but whatever right) where we were meant to dance every hour on the hour from 1:00p.m. till 8:00. Little bit of a problem there. So we danced at one o'clock. And then we said we'd come back at two o'clock for that shift. However when we got back at two we danced right on until three thirty. I can't even remember what shifts we did and didn't make it to after that, I think four merged with five and then we went as six but only briefly otherwise we'd miss supper. Then we fully intended to meet again at seven ... but it turns out that after supper we both crawled into our beds and fell fast asleep. I wasn't all that tired, but I hadn't exerted myself so physically in ages! So it was a very good day. Then we screened the Dead Poet's Society as a culmination to the day. It was overall very good.
That weekend was also Easter weekend, so we had a four day weekend and a lot of people went off campus to host families for awhile. For me, it was a really relaxing weekend. It was basically the first time I've had a real rest since Christmas. It's one thing to have a project week without classes, but its another to have four days at home with very few people about and time to just sleep in, talk to random people, be anti-social and relax. It was very nice (if you couldn't already tell).
Since then, no big blips on the excitement radar that I can immediately recall ... a lot of hanging out, a lot of work. We had exam week last week, but that was mostly for the second years. They are officially done learning, now they have to recall it all for three weeks as their major examinations start on may 4th. There's been a lot of depressing talk lately of next year and figuring out our futures. The Ivy League sent out their acceptance/denial emails last week ... definitely harder on some people than others. Frankly for me, I'm just trying to figure out my summer, forget about university.
Also, pass downs are starting to get passed down. Which truly indicates that the second years are getting ready to up and leave. Today we had the fire pass down ceremony by the fire tree. It was sad. This morning the second years had their last ever fire fighters practice and then today they announced the new fire chief, the fire names of all the new fire leaders and passed down the fire hats. It was definitely neat to watch, but sad.
I realize as I write this, how Pearson-ized I have become. This likely doesn't make sense to any of you at all ... but for me it's my life right now. And I've been thinking a lot about Pearson and how when we're here little trivial things are the biggest deal. Who got into what university, why the bay has suddenly turned brown (the plankton were in migration), who played the latest greatest prank. I dunno, its good in a sense but it sure makes me wonder. I won't elaborate on what it makes me wonder, just that it does. I'm sure you can figure out the rest. Anyways, I'm off to work on my composition. Farewell for now.
p.s. sorry for the somewhat dreary tone. I was up till three last night finishing an english essay. I hate that class. I actually do. I never thought I would abhor something to the extent that I hate that class. It's not the people, nor the teacher. It's the subject. And I'm not being over dramatic either. I have just finally come to the realization that there is something in this world that I fundamentally hate ... and that is english literature analysis.
