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Wednesday, February 3, 2010

That Slightly Akward First Week

Well, Semester 2 of my school year began yesterday at exactly 9 AM sharp, and I have to admit I'm pretty stoked for the remainder of the school year, as I've got indisputably the easiest, most entertaining, and probably one of the most enlightening school semesters I've ever had, and ever will have from here on in. From now until June, I'll be going to school to attend the classes of English (my only academic course for the remainder of the year, and one of the few academic courses I'm truly good at), Guitar, Film & TV, and Digital Media (known in the abbreviated form of 'Digimed' or simply 'Digital' to some).

Along with the beginning of this semester, one of my long-ignored self-observations seems to be confirmed, whether my perception of it all is correct or not: it seems to me, that at the beginning of almost every new semester, I seem to lose a well-established network of acquaintances and/or strictly in-school friends; not entirely or anything, but it seems as if our interactions become less than partial.
Along with, and possibly in-part because of this, I gain a slight sense of social isolation and awkward social individualism, which in turn causes me to partially withdraw from constant interaction with what could be considered my connections in the schools perceived 'upper-class' individuals; or to put it quite bluntly: the popular and semi-popular kids.
That's not to say that they've denounced me as a social outcast or the likes, and in all likelihood this is all probably quite temporary as everyone is trying to re-integrate themselves back into a similar mindset to the one held in the prior semester: one of social and self-security, as well as overall comfort with the atmosphere at school.

It'll most likely pass within the first month, and I'll be sure to keep everyone who reads my blog updated on how it goes.

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