Island

School is starting tomorrow and, like most of teenagers, I would rather eating the grossest food in the whole world than going.

Don't get me wrong: meeting up with my friends is something I'm looking forward too; it's been two weeks and I really miss them all, especially the time spent with my deskmate: the chitchatting, the confused glances we excange during Maths and the gossip.

However I'm not ready for all the stress and the tests. Before winter break I couldn't sleep due to all the work I had to get done for school.

I remember the last exam I had: I had to study over 120 page and 21 texts of various medieval authors. The part I feared the most was when the teacher read a few words of a poem and we ha to give her the title, the author and the meaning. I woke up at four o'clock that morning as I was terrified, I wasn't able to think straight. During the night before this, even if I had finally managed to get some sleep, I continued to repeat and repeat everything I had studied. 

Needless to say I was half death by the time my turn was up, but i did good!

All of this not to say I'm some kind of nerd who gets good grades; the stress induced by the school system was and still is too much for me to bare. I really wish I could run away

In my dreams I finally reached an isolated island. Who lives there?- some might ask; 

Me, myself and I- I would answer. 

A small and cozy wooden house sourranded by gigantic trees: even though the home is tiny, inside one can find anything they might need. 

A path made by rocks bring you in front of patio, little yet so spacious. Sitting in a couch outside it's the best way to enjoy a new book or learn a new language.

The best thing, however, is the kitchen equipped with every kitchenware for baking: the house always smells sweet; one day some apple flavoured cookies are cooked, others some deliciuos cakes or even chocolate brownies.

I would spend all of my life learnirng not because I'm scared of a test, but because I'm so amazed by all the wonderful languages, science facts, historical chronicles.

During this holidays I started many new journeys that I probably won't contunue as much, due to the pressure that school puts on myself: take this blog for example, although I know that it's very realistic it won't be very popular, I still opened it and put all of myself in the entries I wrote.

I hope all of my worries are in vane, an things will continue to amaze me even when I Won't even have time to breath.

The song that beribes my feelinng right now is Vienna by Billy Joel; especially when the lyrics go: You've got so much to do/ And only so many hours in a day, hey.

Also I would like to thank my first ever follower!!!

love always,

random grrrl

(I still have to revise the text, so it might be full of mistakes, however I really really wanted to publish this today)

 

Time passes by

Ever since I turned sixteen (a few months ago), I've felt like life was no longer what it used to be. Although nothing actually changed in my routine, I know I'm getting older and I'm not ready for it.

It may sound like a midlife crisis, which this feeling really recalls, and complete nonsense, as I'm not even legally an adult, however I sense time passing by, the clock ticking, the seconds never stopping, and I can't do anything about it.

Isn't it strange when you know that the minutes continue to go by, but you are stuck in a place where time seems to stand still? When you look out of your window and see people walking, living their lives, and the clock keeps ticking, but you can't feel the time going past you? 

Everything you did just a few seconds ago is already part of the past, and nobody can change that fact. You can't go back in time to save yourself from an embarrassing situation, nor to change an answer which you knew was wrong but weren't certain about it, nor to say the word you were too afraid to scream. Sometimes I wish I could stop time just to catch my breath.

love always,
random grrrl