Dear Someone,

Another school blog

 

What’s your biggest fear?

Just think about it.

I’m not talking spiders, snakes, small children who come out of the corn in their own secret cult. I mean, what is your biggest fear. Something that unless asked you may not ever think about, something so mind-boggling and personal to you that even the mention of it makes you uncomfortable. Just think, feel free to comment—all two people who will read this. What is mine? Oblivion

noun

  1. the state of being completely forgotten or unknown

For every person alive now, 14 have died. It’s scary, isn’t it? 14 lives forgotten. 14 stories left untold. After we pass the most we can hope for is three generations of remembrance. There is nothing more heart-wrenching for me than to think about it, being average just doesn’t cut it. The only ones eternally memorialized are those who are evil, and those who are angelic. I have spent my fair share of time contemplating these numbers and ideas and I have reached a conclusion. I can’t let myself worry about things that are so far out of my control. As long as I make an impact on one life—change the future of one individual, I have done something with my life. Sure it’s not the glorification we all secretly hope for, but it’s *Something*. With a capital ‘S’ (book reference).

 

This somewhat awkwardly segways into what ‘I want to do when I grow up’. I want to be an English teacher. At first, I wanted to be a psychologist, but I have come to the conclusion that in many ways and English teacher can take on the duties of a psychologist. For so long I have expressed emotions through my writing—poems, stories—anything. And I cannot wait until the day I can meet a kid like me (totally not conceited) that shares this passion for communication through a type of greater unknown.

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Reflections:

*I am laptopless and have been reduced to typing with my thumbs, on the same phone that has Moodle flagged as an age innapropriate site*

*I should proofread*

*As usual, I won’t*

*I hope I can e-mail this to myself*

*This is ‘negative’ is it?*

*Meh, I personally don’t think so*

‘I’m in love with you,’ he said quietly.
‘Agustus,’ I said.
‘I am,’ he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. ‘I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the buisness of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.’
TFiOS

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