A Wandering Mind
Dear Leg and Vi,
Seven days short of two months since I have sent you the last letter, and I have a valid reason for my absence. Sort of. By the end of term 1 I swear I have attempted to write you a load of letters, currently sitting in my drafts inbox. Each are incomplete and, coincidentally, have all been written during my religious education periods. This subject is the perfect time to write letters to the two of you. It's during school so my energy is still not completely diminished, the teacher is completely careless of our actions (evidence: the second I wrote that she just passed my desk without questioning why my fingers are tapping on the keyboard so quickly), and I am sitting alone at a four-person desk. What could be a more peaceful setting than where I am now, in a body odorous classroom, an hour away from finishing the day.
Today is also the day before I get shipped off with several people in my year to a camp with no wireless internet and phone service, so obviously you can expect for me to lose my mind not being able to complete the work I am missing out on in my level 3 chemistry class. Initially I was excited, but my mood has changed ever since the question transformed from "Are you excited for camp?" to "Are you even going to camp at all?" I'm not sure what happened to this change. Previously I had never heard of stories where so many past year 12s decided not to go on this camp. It's the first camp people at our school go on after 4 years, and it's a rebound from the lack of activities in year 11. I've heard of several reasons. For those taking multi-level subjects like me, I hear "I have too many subjects I'll miss class in and I can't afford to miss out," for those who didn't fill out the 'who I want in my form class' forms I hear "I don't want to spend doing the activities with none of my friends," and for those who don't care at all I hear "I just don't want to go." These are all valid reasons, but is the idea of camp actually just as depressing as these people think it to be?
I'm sure it isn't, but that's coming from a person who has a natural desire to escape from the city she lives in. I love to travel. I don't get to do it often, but every chance I do, also taking into consideration limited funds and therefore cannot escape New Zealand completely, I hop on that bus or van and take a couple days off from my suburban life. Last month I traveled to Whanganui on a pilgrimage, which I wrote an unfinished letter on and have yet to tell you about, and loved that four days I took to rest. Next month I am due to travel twice, with the first in Wellington and the second in Auckland, each where I will stay for either one or a couple of nights. The limited chances I do get to travel does come to an advantage, since I do acknowledge it's a good way to maintain focus on the life I have, and I really get to cherish those 'once in a while' breaks. Here's to many more of those in the distant future.
Love,
Maui
Seven days short of two months since I have sent you the last letter, and I have a valid reason for my absence. Sort of. By the end of term 1 I swear I have attempted to write you a load of letters, currently sitting in my drafts inbox. Each are incomplete and, coincidentally, have all been written during my religious education periods. This subject is the perfect time to write letters to the two of you. It's during school so my energy is still not completely diminished, the teacher is completely careless of our actions (evidence: the second I wrote that she just passed my desk without questioning why my fingers are tapping on the keyboard so quickly), and I am sitting alone at a four-person desk. What could be a more peaceful setting than where I am now, in a body odorous classroom, an hour away from finishing the day.
Today is also the day before I get shipped off with several people in my year to a camp with no wireless internet and phone service, so obviously you can expect for me to lose my mind not being able to complete the work I am missing out on in my level 3 chemistry class. Initially I was excited, but my mood has changed ever since the question transformed from "Are you excited for camp?" to "Are you even going to camp at all?" I'm not sure what happened to this change. Previously I had never heard of stories where so many past year 12s decided not to go on this camp. It's the first camp people at our school go on after 4 years, and it's a rebound from the lack of activities in year 11. I've heard of several reasons. For those taking multi-level subjects like me, I hear "I have too many subjects I'll miss class in and I can't afford to miss out," for those who didn't fill out the 'who I want in my form class' forms I hear "I don't want to spend doing the activities with none of my friends," and for those who don't care at all I hear "I just don't want to go." These are all valid reasons, but is the idea of camp actually just as depressing as these people think it to be?
I'm sure it isn't, but that's coming from a person who has a natural desire to escape from the city she lives in. I love to travel. I don't get to do it often, but every chance I do, also taking into consideration limited funds and therefore cannot escape New Zealand completely, I hop on that bus or van and take a couple days off from my suburban life. Last month I traveled to Whanganui on a pilgrimage, which I wrote an unfinished letter on and have yet to tell you about, and loved that four days I took to rest. Next month I am due to travel twice, with the first in Wellington and the second in Auckland, each where I will stay for either one or a couple of nights. The limited chances I do get to travel does come to an advantage, since I do acknowledge it's a good way to maintain focus on the life I have, and I really get to cherish those 'once in a while' breaks. Here's to many more of those in the distant future.
Love,
Maui
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