Hey, so this is officially my first blogspot post.
I guess it's kind of exciting doing this, but not really. When I decided I'd bother signing up on blogspot, I thought I could hold myself to a commitment of 1 blog a week. Though this seems reasonable, it's probably not going to happen.
Seeing as how I'm okay with a bit of 'vanity', I'll humor myself with my some very feeble attempts at writing anything passable as a 'blog'. Hopefully in the process a few of you will enjoy, or at least be entertained by how quickly this will go awry.
Now that we have the 'why' I suppose I could briefly skim over the remaining grievances that has led me to all of you today. I'm about 18 years old, returning to high school for 1 semester before I decide which direction seems most suitable for me to throw my life towards.
I guess I'm leaning strenuously in the direction of the department of English education, or creative writing. Though I'm fairly confident none of you would have guessed this, considering all the wit I'm able to conjure up for a blog probably resembles something like a 4-year old learning how to write in cursive. Except the child's attempt would be least funny to some, and would probably have at least some originality; whereas I'm just careless in my acceptance towards my very, very mediocre writing.
Oh, and my name's Dave. I guess it's kind of ineluctable that you'll all find I live in Cornwall, Ontario. So there it is.
Seeing as how I'm writing a bit more that I want to at this point, I'll try to bowlderize
how horrendous the first week back to high school has been. I walked back into the doors that seem to, without failure, steal the very essence away from my soul every time I go through them; this happend on Tuesday, September the 8th. It was nearly refreshing to see so many familiar faces I hadn't seen in so long, but the notion was quickly countered in the discovery of so many new faces that seemed to very slowly and consciously, drain my faith in the small concept for the evolution of humanity.
However, besides how ugly the kids were, the classes were miraculously worse. My first week was spent for the most part in the guidance office, attempting to remedy the disaster that was my schedule. It seems to have been take care of, and it's safe to say I probably won't learn one thing meaningful to myself this semester.
I guess it's always good to hope though, so I'll let you know how that goes next week.
