School's (Not) Out for the Summer

I finished my exams last week. You'd think that I'd be feeling a sense of relief, a sense of, "hey, it's all over!" And in the case of grade 10, I am. But school in general? I won't be feeling that precious feeling for another month, and it won't be nearly as meaningful because it's only half the summer that I'll be free.

Why won't I be free in July, you ask? (Who's "you"? I have no idea. No one reads this shit.) Because for most of every weekday from the 2nd to the 25th, I'll be cooped up in a classroom with a stingy old professor who never found love learning about biology. Why am I forced to do this? So I don't have to deal with it during the school year, and because in the wonderful system that is the Ontario board of education, you have to take one extra science besides the 2 mandatory junior years.

On the bright side, for the rest of the first half of July, I'll be rubbing shoulders with some of music's finest! ...Or at least, be selling their CDs literally 10 feet away from them. The yearly "international" music festival in this great city of mine starts on July 3rd and I have volunteered to work six 4-hour shifts. Yikes!

So, I'll be reporting my adventures in biology and the fabulous life of a teenager selling CDs by the bucket all July long.

And then, I'll bore myself out of my mind in August.

I'm not quite sure which idea scares me more.

Ciao!

The First of Many

No one ever said my thoughts were interesting. I just want to make that clear to you right now. I'm not here to be particularly exciting. I'm not an attention whore. I'm just a teenager who happened to stumble across a few cool blogs and decided to make one of my own.

So, what can I tell you about me? I'm 16, and unlike most of the people I know, I'm an active high school student. I actually go to my classes and I freak when I'm late or when I skip. Some call that uncool. I call that actually wanting to do well in life.

When I finally get out of high school, you know, get away from crappy teachers and insanely boring assignments, I want to be a journalist. I want to experience the world, LIVE, and tell everyone about it, whether they care or not. I want to meet the people who are making a difference and, in turn, make a difference myself.

My best friend is my polar opposite. I experience the other side through her. She's pretty much given up on school and has a dream to open her own store one day. I hope she succeeds. She probably will, she's a pretty stubborn and strong girl. For now, I've made it my personal mission to get the girl through high school. Outside of my immediate family, she's the person who I care about most in the world. Even though she terrifies me sometimes, I don't know what I'd do without her.

On Tuesday I have my interview for my school's yearbook exec. I'm going for assistant editor, which means if I get I'll be editor-in-chief in one year's time.

I've recently discovered this guy on YouTube who is honestly the funniest guy I have ever come across there. In less than 5 years I can guarantee that everyone will know his name.
This is his latest video of interest:


I somehow have developed an obsession with that song by Madonna, "Four Minutes."

So on that note, I end my blog. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Much love from the capital of the Great White North,
Phili