Its funny how things change drastically yet you kinda have this urge to re-enter that life you left for the sheer sake of starting a new one.
There's a pull of the heartstrings.
I'm wondering what it would be like, to re-enter that classroom, and have that excited feel of seeing your classmates again.
There's that tug of eagerness.
I'm wondering what it'd be like to be a St. Andrew's student again.
Many have heard me say it, and many have accepted it.
Except me. It's hard to accept that i don't belong there anymore, its not a thing that makes me feel like crying, its just perhaps..
A feeling that can't die.
St. Andrew's was the first school i attended in my conscious young life.
Ever since i was granted the power and ability of advanced memory storage and conscious thought, i have been in that school.
For 11years. i have been there. As at of the 1st of July 2008, i have no rights to call myself a St. Andrew's student any longer.
Yes, if u read this now, i have 1 day. one last day.
It is a strange feeling. Perhaps stranger than any of you will ever realize, because you will all leave together, holding hands stepping with each other onto the Shores of the Real World.
I have stepped alone. Now the coastline is barren and lonesome, and I make into the forests.
As gruelling as it may seem, there is a light ahead. I've met other explorers, who were not in the ship with me, apparently other ships.
They tell me of the promises that await in that village, yet some return from the village telling of horrible things.
One companion, i have met; he himself is a citizen of the village, and has encouraged me to stay in with him.
It is a promising hope of a new and better school.
End of current Journal
The Padfutonian
Tyler Schoarnnoth Padfoot
The 18th of February, 1992 A.D.
'Once upon a wintery midnight...'
Fort ISB, Elite Guard of the International Baccalureate