As the man from Banzai would say: "It AAAALL OOOOVER!!!"
It was a very subdued day, with all the teachers I knew holding back thier emotions, as was I , to an extent. You can only brush so much aside with one-liners. Could anything else really be expected, at the end of the day? It's weird as such a huge commitment just comes to and end with scribbles on paper. I won't be forgetting the past six years in a hurry (some things more than others), but I am more than ready to embrace a future that's been all too bloody long in coming. If nothing more, my academy days have solidly defined the person I will become in future. Some of that is good, some bad. I leared that I could write pretty damned well there. I learned that I could act. I learnd what I really want to do with my life. As my biology teacher said to me today, "It's been an... Experience".
I'll drink to that. Here's to you, Banff Academy, and all that you have done for me and inflicted upon me.
Slainte.
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
Monday, May 26, 2003
Exams: 2 down, 1 to go.
Drama tomorrow, then that's it. C'est Finissent.
No more school.
It's actually quite a hard thought to take in properly: the gravity of all its implications haven't had time to work on me yet. It'll come in time, I suppose. After the break for exam leave, coupled with visits downcounty to Uni and gandparents, I'm beginning to clock on to what's really important to my life, formostly my future life. Banff, in comparison, seems like small potatoes; Small minded people, dull town, Deveron FM. It's all quite depressing, and I'll definitly be glad to be rid of all of it.
Of course, I'll miss friends and the (scant) good times here, but the sheer mass of possibilitys and wide horizons my future is offering up is NOT something to be shyed away from, despite efforts of life to try and convince me otherwise. Like Saturday's upcoming Scott family reuniuon. (should that be ruination?)
I really no not like my family. Most I've never met, and the rest are idiots, psychotics and drug addicts who claim thier jam session group are "shit hot". It's very true that the 21st centuary family unit is made up of friends, not relatives. I could never meet another Scott relative ever again, and it honestly would never mean any odds to me.
Anyway, I really should learn more about the Cell Cycle and human physiology for the next time an exam comes round. Ah well the exam was a good trial run for ones in future.
I also am resolved to get a banjo as soon as possible so I can learn to play it. It had become an essential target for me now.
Interesting music for today:
Mixing Scottish fiddle with Tenor Jazz Sax and Cuban Son (on piano)
Very odd. Very Catchy. Very, Very Good.
Drama tomorrow, then that's it. C'est Finissent.
No more school.
It's actually quite a hard thought to take in properly: the gravity of all its implications haven't had time to work on me yet. It'll come in time, I suppose. After the break for exam leave, coupled with visits downcounty to Uni and gandparents, I'm beginning to clock on to what's really important to my life, formostly my future life. Banff, in comparison, seems like small potatoes; Small minded people, dull town, Deveron FM. It's all quite depressing, and I'll definitly be glad to be rid of all of it.
Of course, I'll miss friends and the (scant) good times here, but the sheer mass of possibilitys and wide horizons my future is offering up is NOT something to be shyed away from, despite efforts of life to try and convince me otherwise. Like Saturday's upcoming Scott family reuniuon. (should that be ruination?)
I really no not like my family. Most I've never met, and the rest are idiots, psychotics and drug addicts who claim thier jam session group are "shit hot". It's very true that the 21st centuary family unit is made up of friends, not relatives. I could never meet another Scott relative ever again, and it honestly would never mean any odds to me.
Anyway, I really should learn more about the Cell Cycle and human physiology for the next time an exam comes round. Ah well the exam was a good trial run for ones in future.
I also am resolved to get a banjo as soon as possible so I can learn to play it. It had become an essential target for me now.
Interesting music for today:
Mixing Scottish fiddle with Tenor Jazz Sax and Cuban Son (on piano)
Very odd. Very Catchy. Very, Very Good.
Saturday, May 24, 2003
Well, I decided to start a journal.
Seems like a good time to start, what with me starting a new beginning to the next phase in my life, namely leaving school and working untill Uni starts.
So here I am.
Well, yesterday I say the Matrix Reloaded, and.... well... I'm not sure quite what to make of it.
I didn't like the script, which was a MESS of dialoge, and the Zion scenes, were, well... just ridiculous, to be ohnest. The directors seemed to try to trump LotR there, and it just felt very silly, losing that edge of gritty credibility that the first one had.
Even Agent Smith seemed to have had loast something, that hard edge, and was now a figure of fun, whilch is just, well, daft! I mean, AGENT SMITH! The big ol' badass from Matrix, is no more than a (rapidly multiplying) clown now.
And all that pseudo philosophic gubbins that made the first film stand out just spiralled out of control. And the less said about Keanu Reeves, the better.
But the action sequences were very, very, VERY good. Especially the freeway scene. WOW. See it it for that, if nothing else. Which really, for this film, there is.
On a totally unrelated note, Inuit thoat singing is at once facinating, hilarious and terrifying. Go out and buy the Rough Guide To Canada CD to find out for yourself. Or talk to a throat singing Inuit. One will cost you a tenner. Can you guess which?
Seems like a good time to start, what with me starting a new beginning to the next phase in my life, namely leaving school and working untill Uni starts.
So here I am.
Well, yesterday I say the Matrix Reloaded, and.... well... I'm not sure quite what to make of it.
I didn't like the script, which was a MESS of dialoge, and the Zion scenes, were, well... just ridiculous, to be ohnest. The directors seemed to try to trump LotR there, and it just felt very silly, losing that edge of gritty credibility that the first one had.
Even Agent Smith seemed to have had loast something, that hard edge, and was now a figure of fun, whilch is just, well, daft! I mean, AGENT SMITH! The big ol' badass from Matrix, is no more than a (rapidly multiplying) clown now.
And all that pseudo philosophic gubbins that made the first film stand out just spiralled out of control. And the less said about Keanu Reeves, the better.
But the action sequences were very, very, VERY good. Especially the freeway scene. WOW. See it it for that, if nothing else. Which really, for this film, there is.
On a totally unrelated note, Inuit thoat singing is at once facinating, hilarious and terrifying. Go out and buy the Rough Guide To Canada CD to find out for yourself. Or talk to a throat singing Inuit. One will cost you a tenner. Can you guess which?
