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Sunday, September 4, 2005


I'm putting together a scrapbook of random stuff--photos, memorobilia, labels, etc.-- and I ran across a sheet of paper Mr. Ravi gave us at the end of eighth grade. This is the first time I've really even thought about eighth grade in a long time, and the people whom I haven't seen in over a year (most of which I don't want to see ever again). Anyway, the paper was titled, "Goodbye, 2004: You broke my heart when you grew up, but I forgive you. When thinking of you, this is what I see. Mr. R." There's a list of all our names and the titles he's given us. I was Pegasus Soaring. Lisa was Truth Seer. Ashley was Faithful in All Things. Even after this long time, I can see why he thought of Lisa and Ashley that way--I'm still puzzling over my own though. And it makes me think, he really cared about us. I always got that feeling from him, that he would be the teacher who missed us most when we left, aside from maybe Miss Smith. Well, Mr. Ravi, I want you to know I miss you too. You'd make a great teacher at Good Counsel. God knows we need more teachers with a sense of humor.
That, and putting my favorite Pokemon cards (except for my Umbreon card, which I lost and was distraught over for weeks) under plastic made me remember my younger years in a better light than I usually use. It didn't all suck. In fact, in seventh and eighth grade, it was me who sucked, though I couldn't really help it. Those Pokemon years were positively blissful. For once I was actually into what other people were into, and people appreciated things from Japan instead of patronizing them like they're back to doing now. I'll miss that Umbreon card. Although I don't think I'll miss the writing I did back then; that was horrible stuff.
It just goes to show, even a 15-year-old can be sentimental about the past.
...Dammit, I miss DES.

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