Gotta get back to Hogwarts

I feel the need to blog right now, because everyone has suddenly let go this torrent of blogging in the past 24, just when I am getting busy and hardly have any time to read them all, because the last blog I posted were some song lyrics from A Very Potter Sequel, because it was the last first day today, the last time I will here the Aberhart shpeel and because I have a lot going on in this little frame of mind, thought wise. There are a lot of comas in that last paragraph. First off I would like to start off by explaining the picture above. You see sometimes these photos that I lovingly select for each individual blog have no meaning what so ever, and I simply pick the photo that I do for, how shall you say, aesthetic purposes. But then there are the times that I have a photo in mind for a post, and that photo influences the blog quiet as equally as the words in my fingers. And there are a variety of purposes for this photo so I shall list them, in point form;

• The format, mimicking the keep calm carry on, of the British propaganda of the late twentieth century, is one that the debate kids are using for their own propaganda this year. And this year I do believe debate is going to be a major focal point of my life this year.
• The reference is to Harry Potter. The movie is coming out this year. I love everything Harry Potter related.
• Further more, Fred and George spoke this quote upon leaving Hogwarts for good, just as we shall be leaving Aberhart for good, sadly not under such fantastic circumstances.
• And finally, in the fifth book, from which this quote was taken, is under the tyrannical rule of Dolores Umbridge, who I feel would have forced the students of Hogwarts to wear a lanyard, such as we are forced to do, had she the resources or perhaps more time in administration offices. Luckily, for all of us, she didn't. All the same, Umbridge = Lanyards and I hate them both.

There we go. I bet you thought that my photo inspired inspiration would not have been so fully developed as it is. I have proven you wrong. I am terrible tired and I have this ache in my back that I think I can associate with returning to school.  Honestly, I am excited for a lot of this year. This first week most especially. I know I will regret saying this, I am almost regret thinking it for the moment due to the onslaught of pain that it will surly bring latter this year, but I miss homework in an odd way. I like having something to do and learning. I am a nerd, and fully aware of it. And I, much like Becca Fuller, love september. I love fall, and the cold, and getting new clothes and snow and changing leaves, and it scares me how much the seasons have changed in my own living memory. I am terrified for this world, a world where I will soon become a contributing and recognized citizen, completely legally obligated to my actions, expected to decide the outline of my future, define my own definitions of fail or succeed and then try and meet my expectations in a very short matter of time. It's all terrifying, I assure you. It's the one thing that I feel I was never fully prepared for as a young child, that growing up happens when you are still young, that you, more so than anyone else in the entire world, chart the course for your life and there is a lot of stress lying in wait when you don't know what or who you want to become. Maybe these should have been obvious truths, but they hit me with surprising ferocity and speed these last few months. And I am scared.

What, I guess, I can take comfort in is that really, no one knows what on earth they are doing, and there was a time in their life where they were probably just as lost and scared as me. That most certainly helps me through.

And if they haven't, well, they can just go fuck themselves.