Þar sem gróir þar er von.
Allt sem græðir geymir von.
Úr klakaböndum Kemur hún fram.
Af köldum himni fikrar sig fram.
Þegar allt sýnist stillt, allt er kyrrt
Allt er hljótt, kviknar von.
Meðan allt sækir fram, streymir fram
verður til, Þá er von.
Hún lýsir allt sem hún er.
Allt sem er og var, hún verður.
Hún slæst í djúpan dvala.
Í djúpum fjallasal.
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Where it heals, there is hope.
All that heals, hides hope.
From bonds of ice, she appears.
She inches forward from the cold sky.
When everything seems calm, all is stil,
All is quiet, hope lights up.
As long as all struggles forth, flows forth.
Forms existence, there is hope.
She illuminates all that she is.
All that is and was, she becomes.
She falls into deep slumber.
In a deep slumber.
-- Arnor Dan, Von.
One day I saw a bee smothered to death by honey, and I finally understood.
The thing is, people spend a millennium trying to find out what they liked. I was searching, still am, but I thought I was there, on the right path. Now I'm smothered by honey, by the sweet, sweet fruit of my own labor.
I'm doing well enough, I think. Last semester my grades dropped so low my father was confused as to whether I'm still his daughter. His hands were warm but his eyes were cold. In my defense, I was very tired from juggling four types of academic study at one time. School, SAT composite, SAT subjects, TOEFL, not to mention the dreadful application battles. I feel horrible for investing so much in my future, when we barely have anything left to give.
After all that is over, I thought I could focus back to school, but my mind decided that I needed a break, a reward. Something I do not deserve till it's really the end, much, much later. I've began reading and writing again. It is a mistake I do not regret. Mental health is often overlooked in students, something the school should be taking notes on, considering some of the posts on our not-capsule-shaped time capsule. [It is posted up front. I didn't put much thought into it, but then well, there's no harm in hoping.]
Thankfully, my first examination, the senior paper trial, went well. I am eternally grateful.
I can continue to whine about school and schedules and such, but that would be a heavy form of hypocrisy since everyone's fighting the same battle. There is no question as to who has it worse. Everyone's tired, everyone's shaky.
I do not have access for outside help for examinations. I'm doing this all alone. I've set up a self-study schedule for myself. I try to follow the schedule but daily demands require me to do my workload, and there is work for the next day, every day. There is no gap to work with. I hope this ends well, really. I am a tad bit afraid. I have exactly 75 days left to do everything, but I'm not even sure if I can. I can't even begin to comprehend how to re-learn everything, especially fr subjects like biology and such. Thinking about it right now I feel faint.
But, well, life goes on, and the people sing their songs.
Everyone tells me that things will blow over soon, so I'm counting down the days.
Soon can't come soon enough.
On another note, I do keep track of my work and tasks and whatnots in a planner. Aji bought it as a mock present, but I've been making very good use of it. Since the paper is unlined and unprinted, all the layout is done from scratch by me. Aside from tasks, dates, calendars, and such, I also put in poetry, song lyrics, art and even recipes.
The thing is, people spend a millennium trying to find out what they liked. I was searching, still am, but I thought I was there, on the right path. Now I'm smothered by honey, by the sweet, sweet fruit of my own labor.
I'm doing well enough, I think. Last semester my grades dropped so low my father was confused as to whether I'm still his daughter. His hands were warm but his eyes were cold. In my defense, I was very tired from juggling four types of academic study at one time. School, SAT composite, SAT subjects, TOEFL, not to mention the dreadful application battles. I feel horrible for investing so much in my future, when we barely have anything left to give.
After all that is over, I thought I could focus back to school, but my mind decided that I needed a break, a reward. Something I do not deserve till it's really the end, much, much later. I've began reading and writing again. It is a mistake I do not regret. Mental health is often overlooked in students, something the school should be taking notes on, considering some of the posts on our not-capsule-shaped time capsule. [It is posted up front. I didn't put much thought into it, but then well, there's no harm in hoping.]
Thankfully, my first examination, the senior paper trial, went well. I am eternally grateful.
I can continue to whine about school and schedules and such, but that would be a heavy form of hypocrisy since everyone's fighting the same battle. There is no question as to who has it worse. Everyone's tired, everyone's shaky.
I do not have access for outside help for examinations. I'm doing this all alone. I've set up a self-study schedule for myself. I try to follow the schedule but daily demands require me to do my workload, and there is work for the next day, every day. There is no gap to work with. I hope this ends well, really. I am a tad bit afraid. I have exactly 75 days left to do everything, but I'm not even sure if I can. I can't even begin to comprehend how to re-learn everything, especially fr subjects like biology and such. Thinking about it right now I feel faint.
But, well, life goes on, and the people sing their songs.
Everyone tells me that things will blow over soon, so I'm counting down the days.
Soon can't come soon enough.
On another note, I do keep track of my work and tasks and whatnots in a planner. Aji bought it as a mock present, but I've been making very good use of it. Since the paper is unlined and unprinted, all the layout is done from scratch by me. Aside from tasks, dates, calendars, and such, I also put in poetry, song lyrics, art and even recipes.
Lastly, this is the music that has been accompanying my (sad, sad) vigorous studies. My favorite bit starts at 10:30 or so. That's all for now. Have a great mornoonite!