Holiday?

Christmas break has dissaparated and now we're back in school...I can't say that I'm thrilled, but it's nice (awesome) seeing my friends, and being "super-productive".  The latest holiday was New Year's and so New Year's resolutions were made. 

Every year our headmistress, thinks its appropriate to drill into our mushy-post-break brains that YOU MUST DO SOMETHING NEW!! YOU MUST IMPROVE YOURSELF!! SET GOALS!! LISTEN TOOOO MEEEEEEEE!! WRITE DOWN YOUR RESOLUTIONS. READ THEM. THINK THEM. LOVE THEM. HAVE BABIES WITH THEM......BE....THEM.

To say that I wanted to grab a hairpin out of the hair of the girl sitting in front of me, and scrape my eyeballs out and jump out of the nearest window into our parking lot, is an understatement. It's not that I have anything against giving speeches, but I mean...the painful repetition could make a grown man weep for his mother. I'm so hardcore, that I just sat there and gritted my teeth.

Then our headmistress finished with: CARPE DIEM (which, by the way, totally contradicted her speech about not going with the flow...).  A little bit of a back-story (don't remember the term for that...ugh, *facepalm*): I take Latin.  The phrase "carpe diem", is from a poem by Horace (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carpe_diem, just in case you feel like looking it up), but the poem is actually Horace trying to convince a woman with rather loose morals (prostitute of sorts) that they need to 'seize the day', ergo: get drunk, have sex, do other crazy things...like write a poem on this.  Anyways, in my Latin class we've decided that this should not be used in a speech to give to students for motivation, due to its' origin. But of course...she still used it on us.  My face:

My hobo gloves are very important. I was watching: Charlieissocoolike and he has a video about how pointless fingerless gloves are....so what do I do? I take my nice pair of H&M gloves, and shear off the fingers, and get these little beauties right there ^

So as if that wasn't bad enough, she then told us that we were trees, and that our roots grow deep.  Wallis: "Sorry, what?" So then she even decided to read us a poem about a tree, that is actually really ugly, but it's super strong. Was this a metaphor to describe what she thinks of us? If so, I'm going to go and cry.  Then she asked: "What does your tree look like?" So I put some thought into this...and here's what I came up with:

As you can see, there is a Gerard on the top of my tree.  I love tree. Me hug tree. Me talk cavewoman style!!  Anyways, this is what came up in my head when she asked us this question, so I don't know what this says about me.  Quite a darn bit, I'm assuming.

Gah, when's the next holiday?

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