26/6/15
Dear Electra,
So many things have happened this week that I cannot compress into one letter. If I were to rate the events of the past five days, I'd score it a 7.7/10. Meeting my friends and learning a great deal at school were two of the significant factors of this week.
My school will be competing in a speech and drama competition against other schools in a couple of months' time. Since I'm now a year nine, I plan to audition with 'The Highwayman' by Alfred Noyes. I chose that particular poem because Anne recites it beautifully in 'Anne of Green Gables' and also because it has such an exhilarating tone to it.
"The wind was a torrent among the gusty trees.
"The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas."
- Alfred Noyes, 'The Highway Man'
On Tuesday, before completing a Spanish exam, Gwen and her classmates entered the class while CHEWING ON GUM! This wasn't how I imagined Gwen to be! When I asked her why she and some of her classmates were eating, she replied: "Because I want to. People change, Marian."
Next, I began to taste the bitterness of tension. Ophelia, the girl sitting on the other side of me, patted me on the back to relieve the tension.
"HOW IN THE HECK DO I STAY CALM IN A STRESSFUL TIME LIKE THIS? We have to grow up," I exclaimed, "and CHANGE!"
Sentiments began to broaden. Inexplicably, Gwen then talked about how someday we will be mothers.
"I will never become a mother," I admitted.
"Oh, you will. I know it," Gwen stipulated. "I will, too. Someday."
Last year I've decided that I shall grow and die an old maid, or that I shall be married into the career of biochemistry and writing. I shall also shun the people who criticise my decision of remaining a bachelorette/spinster.
Before I close this letter, I'd like to greet Dr. Dad a splendid happy birthday for tomorrow! You may be growing older, but the flowers and the trees and your own children shall remind you of how youthful the world remains. Enjoy it as it lasts.
Stay powerful and beautiful as usual,
- M ★
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