Is not really what this post is about, but it's a title so I'll just roll with it.
I just realised I've not written on here for two years, which is...wow. I knew it had been a long time but not that long a time. The last time I wrote on here I had just started at high school in year 11, and now I've just started the school year again in year 13! Pretty crazy.
First day of year thirteen every turned up at school and just milled around awkwardly for a while, not sure what was happening or where they were meant to be, and most of them thinking that the previous year 13's probably weren't telling us something and we were being short changed. Eventually we all got sorted into a semi respectable greeting party for the year nine powhiri and then continued to stand around awkwardly for a while seeing as no one really told us what was going to happen. This surmised the first three or so hours with occasional add ons from nearly every one that
1. The year 9's are so tiny
2. You all look so grown up in your white shirt!
3. We're gonna rock this school, man!
In fact, some of the year 13's were smaller than the year 9's. Also, dear teachers, on the topic of our grown up white shirts, wait until we've spilled something down that white shirt. Fellow students, I am certain every single year the year 13's announce that they will rock the school, and yet I have not been moved thus far.
No, I am not starting this year out too cynically.
I'm pretty optimistic about this year, actually! I plan (Oh how often our carefully laid plans so often go astray) to study harder and get the excellence endorsement I was ten credits short of last year. To decide what I actually want to do after I leave high school, because I'm sick of people asking and me replying that I'm going to move to Hogsmede and study magical grass. I want to take up knitting again, as well as writing regularly- hence this post.
Right now though, I think my apple cake is burning, so I must off.