Spoonerism Day/Egg Festival (Maine)
2003-07-22 @ 10:20 p.m.

Yeah! One last practice to slave through before SYF! I can't wait for it to be all over. Months of practice will culminate in 15 min on the stage, the equation doesn't quite balance, does it? Such is the irony of life. I just received the schedule for the Preliminary Examinations, and I'm on the verge of panicking. I'm not quite panicking yet, because I have to live through Common Test 2 first! I must do some work during these two days, regardless of SYF.

Yesterday, or perhaps it was today, some of my friends and I were standing outside our classroom and looking down at the mini-garden below, from the third level. Morbid as it may sound, we ended up talking about suicide. Blame it on Mrs Smith, she got distracted during one of our Literature lessons and went off-tangent. Anyway, we were talking about how it would be like to jump off the railing. I suggested that it wouldn't take much to do that. My friend dared me to do it, a stupid dare, but part of me didn't mind actually jumping. I'm not suicidal or anything, but the prospect of jumping was rather thrilling, in some twisted sort of way. In a way, I guess, suicide is when your mind overcomes its natural instinct of self-preservation. Wouldn't you agree?