“We’re not gonna fall and forget
How far You went to pick us up
If one part’s hurt the whole body’s sick
If one part mourns we all mourn with Him
Rejoice, and we’ll sing with You
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah”—Flyleaf’s “Beautiful Bride”
Two exams in one day… However I can be thankful that the first one, Developmental Psych, is online, which means it’s open book as well. Currently waiting on two of my friends to come over and we’ll all do it together.
The second one, Social Psychology, is three “short answer” questions. By “short” they mean 150 words. I’m dreading this one a little more, however it’s not worth enough marks to completely lose my head over just yet…
I have always remembered once upon a time going for lunch at some sort of bowling club (maybe it was a leagues club, who knows) with my parents, my grandfather and another older lady.
The lady and I would play this game with our hands where we would scuttle them across the table like spiders, and the other would have to try and catch their hand.
Now on this day, when I tried to start the game she said “no, no, not today.” I was slightly offended. Even in this memory, I can remember I had tried to play the game because that’s what we always did.
I have asked my mum about it before and she thinks the lady was probably a friend of my grandfathers who he would socialise with… his wife had died many years earlier. However, going to the club was not something we regularly did apparently, so I’m not sure why in my memory we did.
Do you remember seeing the world as a child? Do you remember the terrifying enormity of an ocean wave, the interminable nights when you could not fall back asleep, and the ecstasy of tasting raspberries picked fresh from the bushes?
Here's to the beginning of a beautiful friendship...
It’s nearly 1:00am and I am still sitting here, headache brewing, trying to figure out how to use this Tumblr invention. It’s time for bed after this first post - study at uni tomorrow, catch ups with an old friend, and a photo shoot.
I am yet to decide how involved I will be with this. I journaled my way through half of high school, and while I miss it, I do believe it made me think about things I shouldn’t have been as it just resulted in more depressing thoughts.