And it is only the beginning,

Things are moving fast, yet time is steadily passing.

First day with Mr Whitby and an epiphany through and through. Doing things routinely, ritual-like, without a need to think. So when the ritual stops, abruptly, forced thought comes in. Something along that line, yet not quite it. Quite close, yet not enough. We don't really know, do we? Incoherent.

Lit classes are The Bomb :)

Things are going on fine, mighty fine, actually. hehe :)

topped off with a cherry everyday, things will be great!

Big thanks to all the awesome people around me! ♥

See you in NJ! :)