Spring & Hindsight

I swear, spring reminds me of school. Which is strange, seeing as I’ve been out of high school for ten years. I think it’s the green on the trees outside my window when the sunlight hits them. It reminds me of the English classroom which was actually in one of those portacabins near all the trees at the side of the school, near the “quick exit” gate towards the college next door. I loved those English lessons. Our teacher was a legend, and I loved it when she taught us The Great Gatsby (and yes, I am very excited about the movie).

School was pretty decent, thinking back. I acted like a total emo kid, being angsty all the time, but in reality it was a pretty happy time. I think I wish I had paid more attention, enjoyed it all a bit more. Savoured the good times, and focused less on the bad times. But that’s hindsight for you.

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