| ok so i was reading somehting i liked i tso i thought i would put it on here.
In lower schoool. time moves slowly. A school day last weeks, a school year last decades, adn summer seems like it's never going to end. Concepts are simple, classwork is never overwhelning, and homework almost always involves coloring. Life seems to be jsut about perfect from our little kid prespective, and yet we can't help but feel things accelerating slightly, pulling us foward, in response to this pull, we begin to look forward, trying to see what's ahead for us, what lies beyond the placidity of lower school life. We know things are going to be very different for us, that the next few years will be like nothing we've ever experienced.
As we grew up, we found our class dynamics changing. Friendships came adn went, cliques formed and faded, everything was always shifting. We ofund ourselves bonding not only with our fellow classmates but also with students in the grades above and below us. As we bonded with those older and saw what they did, we began to realize that we'll soon be taking on their roles. Time had begun to speed up for us: it had become easier for us to look ahead at what's coming up, adn before too long we were fully aware that everything around us was about to change in the blink of an eye.
ok so that was at the begining of a yearbook that i was looking at and i thought it was pretty neat so i put it on here.
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macy |
