i don't hate it. i don't love. it could be structured better, teachers maybe shouldn't laugh while giving "constructive criticism", the work could be better and so forth. it's high school 2.0 but my best friends aren't there with me making jokes and making it better. but it's done in april. well, the first year. i'm ready to be a journalist.
but i like my city. i am trying to love it. my neighbourhood already feels familiar and i want to be on queen more or bloor. two very different directions. my gal pal keeps me anchored just by the very fact we're in the same city, even if we don't see each other all that often.
oh and then there's him. that one. i don't know how i survived that one.
