Sophia evolves
Hi, I want to write more today. Usually, I grab my typewriter, but… I don’t feel like typewriting right now.
Today, I went on the air for the very first time here at this school. Their board is different, so it felt a little strange at first.
I also wanted to talk about my PE class. That is the one where I feel the most connection with my classmates right now. Maybe it is because it is a physical class, and we are all pushing ourselves, seeing who can endure more, who can do better. It is a tough class. I watch my classmates try so hard. Some of them seem like leaders, but I can’t always tell if they are doing it for themselves, to impress someone, or just for the teacher. I hope they are doing it for themselves. Because at the end of the day, no one else matters. You just need to be the best version of yourself compared to who you were yesterday.
This school feels better than the other two… or four… or five? My God, how many have I been to now? I wish I could graduate this winter, like people in Green Bay were saying. But apparently, I must stay here a little longer, spend more money, and go deeper into debt. Thank you, life. I just hope it’s all worth it.
Oh, and I got accepted after my audition! I am supposed to be talking about health. When am I actually going to be talking about health? Only God knows. They threw me into it, and I guess I looked so serious that they thought I could handle this delicate topic. What they don’t know is how OCD I can be, obsessed with cleanliness, organization, and straight lines. That is my world. But I’ll try my best to adapt. Like I have been doing this semester.
I need to learn to be better, to grow, to be open. It reminds me of my time with LJB. Thank you. You taught me how to be more relaxed with my environment, to not be so picky about dirt, bugs, poverty, loose dogs, or even what people say. I learned so much from you.
Unfortunately, life keeps moving, and things change. But I definitely would like to have that summer back again… definitely, perhaps if God allowed me, I would like to have it back, but this time, for the rest of my life.
Sometimes, it feels like life is a series of seasons. Some are bright and golden, others heavy and gray. I have learned that no matter how fleeting the good ones feel, they leave a mark. That summer was proof that joy exists, even if it doesn’t stay forever.
So here I am, pushing forward, adapting, hoping, believing, learning, and changing for the better. I hope the next season will be proof that all this effort was worth it.
Sophia out.