Teenage years: 2

When someone calls you, you tend to answer, right? Or do you hesitate because you know exactly who it lurking on the other end, and you know what they want? It's a hard decision, in what seems to be so easy as picking up the phone. Sometimes it could be something as simple as a 'Hello!' or 'Namaste'. On the opposite end of the spectrum, it could be something devastating and heart-breaking. For instance, a first infatuation where the other partner seems to (for once) respond back in the same way you do unto them. Fascination, curiosity and ecstasy bubble up to the surface and never shy away from shining through your face as well as theirs. You can't always help how a parent will react, of course. 'They don't understand! They don't know what it's like, and never will! They hate me!' Are usual reactions. It's not fair, never has been and I'll bet it never will be. While I stray from using the word 'never', it seems painfully necessary in circumstances such as these. I love my chariots, and the precious ones I surround myself with, regretfully in reluctance at times, or otherwise. They're my core and my heart. Having no other nuclear family to turn to, they're all I have. Bearing to see them in distress is something I could not do. I love you, and you know who you are. Just keep going on, and be strong.

Faster

Strenuous. Nauseating. Orbital. Repetitive. Words I would use to describe this week so far... and I can't bear to believe it's only Tuesday. With work, I've really been doing a good job. Keeping up with everything in time and at last acknowledging what my priorities are, my grades are sure to get up. Especially seeing that as of now they're terrible. I'm quite determined to keep up my promise, though. Can't forget that band has contributed to a lot of this mess, too. Once switching into marching, my classes needed to be rearranged. Starting either tomorrow or the next day, this will take action. A bit nervous for that, of course. A more advanced class, more advanced music and people in my actual age group would sound lovely to most, I suppose. Two of my other classes, due to this change, must be switched as well. And we're already half-way through the first grading period. Crossing my fingers nothing bad will come out of my being late to these new courses. At least I'm mildly keeping track of the field and my running. As much as I can, anyway. And a game this Friday awaits us. Terrific.
This week needs to end. Now, please.

Brick by brick

Gravity Rides Everything - Lenka

F- seven

While I may look a bit crummy in this picture, it does hold a lot of meaning. My school's marching band has quickly become one of the biggest time consumers, friend-finders and awkward situation inducers in my entire scholastic life. Yet I just can't get enough. Last night was our first home game that I marched. To put it mildly, it was exhilarating. I love marching on the newly-placed astro turf. I love wearing the goofy plume. I love hearing people cheer. I love the secret pockets in our uniform. I love band. This season is going to be legendary.
Photos by Lissette Cohen

Blondie

I'm liking the way my hair fell today. Not to mention the totally hipster shirt along with it.

Yup.

Jesperson

-If you really love me, then let's make a vow. Right here, together, right now... Okay ?
Okay...
- All right, repeat after me... I'm gonna be free.
I'm gonna be free.
- And I'm gonna be brave...
I'm gonna be brave.
- Good... I'm gonna live each day as if it were my last.
Oh that's good...
- You like that ?
Yeah.
- Say it.
I'm gonna live each day as it were my last
- Fantastically,
Fantastically.
- Courageously,
Courageously.
- With grace...
With grace.
- And in the dark of the night ,and it does get dark, when I call a name...
When I call a name...
- It' ll be your name... What's your name ?
[no answer]
-Nevermind. Let's go, say it! Everywhere... even though we're scared. Because it's life, and it's happening. It's really really happening. Right now.