Thursday 5 September 2013

Change.

It's been a while since I've posted, not that I'm getting angry messages demanding new posts or anything, but people seem to appreciate my thoughts... I don't know why though. Anyways, it's been almost a week as an Upper Sixer and I can say for sure that I pretty much hate it. Well, I'll always love the people I'm surrounded by, but something about how this school year has started really hasn't made a good impression on me. Anyways, I'll get into that. Unto the topic at hand; Change.

I've prided myself with being an adaptable person. my surroundings don't usually affect me; I tend to be able to function under almost all situations I come across. I rarely ever become overwhelmed by change. However too much has changed since I've started school for me to be comfortable. Now I've been at the same school for 7 years. Seven Years. For some things I guess I just wasn't prepared for a change, which made my transition into this year somewhat troubling, since they've changed EVERYTHING.

The Timetable system, the Club system, the Food... I mean even one of my best friends is gone (because of administrative fuckery, the one thing which remains constant). I mean the Timetable system, I can deal with. Not that I appreciate having 4 hours of classes before I can medz some food. The Food? Well after four hours I would appreciate some food on the campus, though finding food has proven pretty difficult since they "rebidded" the stalls... But the Club System; that has me at Steam point.

I love my Club. Drama Club has played a tremendous role in my development as a person. I really can't say it much more. I Love Drama Club. Being it's president has probably been one of those sentimentally driven things in my life, I just can't sit and watch it die. Drama Club was the sanctuary. A sanctuary for all the members really. A place you could come on the Friday afternoon and just not care about the world. You could make a fool of yourself, laugh, relax and just clear the week out of your psyche. All clubs on Wednesday morning from 8:00 -9:00... It would have been better if they had personally sodomised me instead of doing it to my club and all it's members. A sanctuary on Wednesday morning? I don't even know how to approach that.

Now I was talking to my mother (yeah, that must be an achievement of some kind), and she said something tot he tune of "Change is something that's always hard to accept, if you can't do anything to stop it you have to learn to look at the change positively." Now it isn't bad advice. However, it's still not universal advice. Positivity is pretty powerful in many cases but in this case, especially with the club issue, I'm not seeing any rainbows. And I doubt that will change any time soon.

I won't even begin to talk about my friend's situation. I mean I've been pissed about that for the past 2 weeks (well it cooled down a bit but was rekindled tonight). I really won't get into it. All I can say is: I curse a bit much when I'm pissed.
In a Contemplative Manner
-Me