I’ve now had an online diary for a year. Last year I was online live with students unzipped and now I have my own site. Last year I was revelling in the glory of being Mish, having semi-orgiastic experiences in the middle of Lonsdale Bar with people I just about knew (and I also discovered Calvin and Hobbes for the first time). This year I’m on my own site, having lonely sorts of teaching experiences and missing being a student.
Last year I was the Mish everyone expected, this year I’m not so sure who I am, I feel as though I may be on the verge of becoming….what I don’t know. So long as its not something ineffably boring I don’t much care. There is something amazing out there or in here and I just have to find it. If only I knew where to look.
I wish I was involved in Freshers Fayre.
I wish I knew before I did things what I was capable of.
If wishes were horses then Beggars would ride. My last day in school this week. Monday in’t a six o’clock start thank Gods!
"When you think you’ve tried every road, every avenue / Take one more look at what you found old, and maybe you’ll find something new"
One Caress, Depeche Mode.
Chin up, pet. You’ll never be boring, you’re not built for that and you know it.
This entry made me think of this poem. I’m not sure why. But a short Google Trip later, here is is…
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could.
To where it bent in the undergrowth,
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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