Time moves. A fairly obvious statement, I know.
The thing is, sometimes it is the most obvious of things that goes unnoticed. As is mentioned in Edgar Allen Poe's short story, "The Purloined Letter", "the intellect suffers to pass unnoticed those considerations which are too obtrusively and too palpably self-evident." This is, of course, an 1800-s way of saying what I said in the first line of the paragraph. The only difference is that his writing is deemed literature and immortalized for decades to come, while mine, eventually, will be termed garbage, and be dumped in the nearest trash bin.
Keeping such sombre thoughts aside, I shall now move on to even more sombre thoughts, such as the passing of time - an idea, I hope, which will help you to pass the time.
Quite a bit of time has passed. A majority of it was school-time. And that's over now.
School.
Honestly, I never expected it to end. Well, I knew it would, at some time, but I sincerely hoped it would somehow be delayed. A convenient month of, say, a dinosaur infestation in the school could've extended my tenure there by quite a while. Alas! One never finds dinosaurs exactly when one needs them. They're ancient history.
And now, so is school. Ancient history.
Going off to college tomorrow and being about to start a fresh, new adventure urges me to give a fitting tribute to the one just concluded. A tribute to what has been, undoubtedly, a terrific time.
The thing is, sometimes it is the most obvious of things that goes unnoticed. As is mentioned in Edgar Allen Poe's short story, "The Purloined Letter", "the intellect suffers to pass unnoticed those considerations which are too obtrusively and too palpably self-evident." This is, of course, an 1800-s way of saying what I said in the first line of the paragraph. The only difference is that his writing is deemed literature and immortalized for decades to come, while mine, eventually, will be termed garbage, and be dumped in the nearest trash bin.
Keeping such sombre thoughts aside, I shall now move on to even more sombre thoughts, such as the passing of time - an idea, I hope, which will help you to pass the time.
Quite a bit of time has passed. A majority of it was school-time. And that's over now.
School.
Honestly, I never expected it to end. Well, I knew it would, at some time, but I sincerely hoped it would somehow be delayed. A convenient month of, say, a dinosaur infestation in the school could've extended my tenure there by quite a while. Alas! One never finds dinosaurs exactly when one needs them. They're ancient history.
And now, so is school. Ancient history.
Going off to college tomorrow and being about to start a fresh, new adventure urges me to give a fitting tribute to the one just concluded. A tribute to what has been, undoubtedly, a terrific time.
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