You see.
I probably don't enjoy school as much as the average student. In fact, most of the crappiest days in this year would probably have the word "school" printed all over it. The past two years especially... It's been a very weird journey full of not fitting in and envying the fucking bastards who actually do.
Then again, I met some really cool people at school this year, too. I mean, KK, Ga Joon, Brian, What the hell would school have been without you guys and everyone else whom I spent time with?
It would be even shittier. That's what.
As far as academics are concerned, I don't think I've learned anything worthwhile this whole year in school... No offense to all of my good teachers*, but I can't think of one thing taught this year that actually helped or could possibly help me in the years that will come. I mean... what's the point in learning history that's been tainted with by irresponsible, greedy and selfish bastards?
And as for the PMR and the test results... All I can say is fuck them**. What really matters is how we deal with the shittiness in handling the unexpected and/or expected hits and/or misses. It's certainly more valuable than getting some cheap A for some pointless test paper. I mean, what's the use of being the top frog in the well***?
For me, personally, the learning done this year was done elsewhere.
Which brings me to my year in the MPYO. Probably the most fun I've had in ages. Unlike others, though, I haven't come out of it with an insane encyclopedic knowledge of classical music. I have however, come to appreciate the thrill of making music, and enjoying it with friends.
Friends.
Yes. Really cool people. I mean. Right now, thinking back to the first music camp, I would never have imagined how cool people could actually be, from meeting Myles and Alix on the first day while looking for food in Tronoh, to meeting the rest of the tribe over the duration of the next few camps. These sorts of friendships, I hope to keep and/or rekindle if any loss of contact or falling out has occurred.
Seriously.
For the simple reason that these people are kinda cool. Never have I felt so at home with people outside my family. Heck, sometimes I feel awkward talking to my dad. I don't know, maybe it's because I can say anything to those guys and (hopefully) get away with it. Or maybe we can just relate to each other easier, being of roughly the same age. I won't over think it though, in fear of ruining the whole thing.
I was really lucky to get Margaret as a cello teacher this year, too. She really taught me a lot. It was the first time for a very long time that I enjoyed going for a lesson. Whether it was full of those damn Popper studies or those really fun Bach movements.
The lessons left me feeling, how you say, good. Beyond cello, she became a guru of sorts, teaching me lessons of life through very long, time consuming stories about her experiences as a cellist and as an adolescent, growing up.
So.
To sum it all up.
2007 has been the shortest and the longest year of my life.
Full of
- Really fun stuff
- Really cool people
- Really nice music
Also, when I think about it, I probably came out of 2007 a very different person than I was when it started.
Hopefully in a good way.
*not so many
**especially BM.
*** quote from RuroKen though used in a different context.
