the three quarters point, and singing
0.75 - the three quarters point
Thank you to my friend for tweeting this. Pic very relevant, in this case!
Having finished my history final (which I started an hour before the due date, due today do today amirite?), I am now three quarters of the way through my high school clown run. I confess, it doesn’t feel like that at all? I’m maybe halfway through, stuck in freshman spring if anything. Like maybe a quarter of the way. I don’t intend to be in school for the next 9 years, though… sorry Mom and Dad? No doctor lah.
In fact, I don’t know exactly what I intend to do for the next 9 years, let alone the next 9 weeks. The arrow in the picture above is traveling with intent to eventually hit the person, but I’m traveling with full intent to get swiped out of the air by a grizzly bear some time before my 18th birthday. It’s lame, but the total sum of happiness I will ever feel in my life doesn’t seem to balance out the trouble of living and breathing for a week. What then?
2 - singing
Depending on whether you know me irl or not, you may or may not know that I sang in an acapella group for like a full term of freshman year. I quit immediately upon my parents’ complaints, because I’d fought the same battle multiple times before and I never win these.
I love singing, it makes me happy. I’m on a bus right now, and well…
https://twitter.com/bitterjello/status/1664653212845047811
HOW?!?!?!???
I have to admit, though, it makes me really happy. I join in for the songs I know, and someone said I have a beautiful voice. I’m not exactly Andrea Bocelli (i.e. I’m sure there was some embellishment), but I have never been happier. I have also never had more regrets, that I hadn’t spent more time singing in middle and high school.
P.S. I said goodbye to some of my favorite seniors today. I am watching House MD to cope.