THE END

The end of the Arts Academy,alas. I've been getting used to getting two hours of sleep and eating a cheese Danish for breakfast every morning. I've been enjoying meeting interesting people and getting away from the everday. I'm not enjoying the horrible cramp that is plauging my thumb after the last two weeks of strenuous typing. It's tough to think that when I first entered the Academy I was afraid to talk. It's strange to remember a tine when I knew none of their names,and none of them knew mine. Sure it was only two days of silence,but in Grace Time,that's two years.
In my memories if the first day everybody actually seems different. One picture that is clear in my mind is when I asked Jada if they were going to haze the new kids,she waled away laughing and said no. Not a really significant moment,but it is stuck in my mind. that Jada seems different from the one I know now. I remember looking up at Steve wearing John Lennon glasses and thinking "huh?",and trying to cut into Taylor,Sam and Raychelle's conversation,wondering why Courtney was talking to Tyler and sitting on the other end of Swope hoping that that huge group of people was some other Academy,anD that all the writers were as new and scared as I was. I evenremember them talking about Figgler! I can remember being able to not picture him.
I don't even remember what I did those first few nights after classes. Probably went to my room,went to sleep at 10:00... I've already mentionedthe closeness of all of our souls,how we are all so different,but so alike. I can' imagine not being close to the rest of the writers who took me and the other new kids in like sick orphans in the rain. I think it was fate.
I think that all of us were supposed to sign up,return,I think we're all supposed to know each other. I know that I'm coming out of this whole experience a changed person. Not only was I taught about writing,but I was taught about people. Think of my hometown as a town of flat characters, a place where pretty much everyone has one trait. "Oh,Jenny is funny","Joey is such a rebel","Clarissa is smart." And that's it. Here I've found a whole new type of person,like discovring a new zombie race in the Earth's core. The people have many sides,many layers,many moods. I love it here. Even if I hated the people,I'd respect them. For daring to be different,for not being flat. (Ready for this? Cheesy end line,locked and loaded) For living without margins.