The Month of JANUARY

It's the darkest time of the year.
You never get to catch a glimpse of the sun.

In a way, it's a good thing.
When the sun isn't around, you don't feel guilty as you wander around your room in your old pajamas, looking like an outrageous fashion disaster.
Your friends bought you a calendar as a Christmas gift.

So there you are, standing in front of it, a pen in your hand.
It's so... empty.
Is it the calendar? the room? or just the time of the year?
Flipping through the blank pages, you fondle your new year resolutions in the way that expecting parents choose baby shoes at the department store.
Drink more water. Go to the gym. Meet friends more often. Make new contacts.
Go aboard for the summer.

Oh, and get those great looking carpets from IKEA.
Everything sparkles like freshly washed glasses, squeaky clean.
January is the month of hope, of something new.
You rip off the torn pages of your agenda and squeeze them into a ball.
Right down into the garbage can.
You look around fondly, admiring the newness of the space.
January is the month of forgiveness.
All the foolish old ways seem to be forgiven.
Yes, yes... even you.

 

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I am thinking to make this a 12 part series.

 

About school.

Lysy is as usual. So that's good.

I don't really like Hernandez. I have nothing against him, but it's the way he teaches.

How I miss Vinet and his Powerpoint notes...

Roffey is really a nice person. I'll give her more time before I draw my conclusions.

Shugar turns out to be a welcomed surprise. I think it's going to be fun.

Sacks... the class is kind of dragged behind her, we are not into it, yet.

Who did I forget? Hhmmm...

Oh, it's the class that I haven't had. Cohn.

No opinion.

I am really behind a lot of things... gotta catch up.

Not a nice sign in January...

sigh.