Cause with a quick glance in the rear-view mirror
it feels just like that. Even though things didn't really happen.
I guess I had that first moment of "not seeing a future in writing".
It hadn't happen before, but it would happen again.
Anyway, kicked off the year by starting the last term in 6th grade.
That thing alone didn't give much time to write anything.
Finished off the whole plethora with decent colours though.
Some could've been better, others could've been worse.
Started 7th year that same autumn. New school, new friends.
Sometimes it felt like starting 1st grade all over.
The only thing that didn't change too much
was the lineup of the class I got in.
all but 3 were from my old school.
Might have been pretty nuts for those 3 who weren't,
I'm not sure, but all in all, I wouldn't have wanted
to switch for anything else. If I had a blast? Oh yeah.
Regarding the writing, I'm really surprised that
something didn't happen that year.
Especially since I really had the opportunity
to kick something really cool into gear.
If I had done anything, it'd been a killer year.
Lots of memories, some free time now and then,
a big hall that seemed to be made for throwing yourself
down on a bench with paper in front of you, pen in one hand
and an ice cold bottle of soda in the other.
Yeah, we had a soda machine there, it was right
before all the health stuff kicked into gear,
with kids being overweight and speeded due to
too much soda and candy in between lessons.
Nevertheless, I guess I simply enjoyed sitting in the library,
plowing through car magazines at a steady rate.
Maybe it was the new surroundings, combined with the fact
that everything suddenly got so serious.
Or what the hell, schoolwork was never my cup of tea during that period.
I still tried though.
If it would have turned into anything,
I'm sure it'd been another crush-themed one or two.
The chemistry teacher was one I really had the hots for.
Actually, met her on a car-park last summer.
Still shuffled my feet and blushed a bit
at the very moment I found out who she was.
Those times in 7th grade was probably the few
when I wished I had been a little older.
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