Not looking forward to today. It's run test day in P.E. The Coach let's me walk since I have muscle problems, and everyone makes fun of me 'cause I don't run. It's stupid. And of course, I can't just stand in the middle of the gym and scream: "HEY EVERYONE! I HAVE A PHYSICAL PROBLEM, 'KAY? SO I DON'T RUN! EVERYONE HAPPY?".
Sigh.
Anyway, here's another quote from TWOHO that is perhaps the most true thing I have ever read.
"'I think that for one thing, you're full of music, and if you don't play and compose, you'll never be happy. For another thing, you'll have to grow up before you can find your kind of people, the kind who appreciate you for what you are and who play violin to your piano. You belong in a small and special world, Val: a world of artists and thinkers, composers and highly strung people. That's what you are. It's a question of finding your niche, and until then, being patient.' ... 'You have a trust,' Wimpole went on. 'You have a pack of talent, and the Lord is trusting you to do something with it. The finger has been laid on you. Develop yourself; learn everything you can; play until your fingers are sore. Your life is unfortunate. Make the best of it till you're old enough to do something about it. Your way is lonely and hard, but if you have the guts I think you do, you'll make it.'"
Hopefully today will go better than yesterday. Two days of school, two more days of exams, a run test, two more days of regular school retards, two more days of getting up early, then I'm done for 19 days. Two days.
~December 18, 6:32 AM, 2008, The Year of Our Henry