On some date that I've forgotten, I've miraculously received an offer letter to a boarding school. And somehow after all my life sitting down alone chanting that I would never, ever be a boarding schoolboy, I accepted the offer.
So, on January 29th, which was my father's 55th birthday, there was me, on my first day there. Look, now I can't call the identity of the all-boys school I was in that I am deadly trying to hide's a secrecy because someone knows about it already, but I'm not going to tell you about it here. Let it pass, because, let's face it, I don't want to offend anybody.
I would really want to share you my experience there, but here's what I'm going to tell you: I do not survive. After Week Two, I figure that I am not meant for a boarding school life. So out of the blue, my parents helped me out of the school, and it was like breathing air in. Very effortless, really, I am no longer a boarding schoolboy (is that an official noun--boarding schoolboy?) So yeah, I regret nothing since I found that the boarding school experience precious, but I'm not going detail about it. It may appear in the lines of flashbacks or recaps I've done in this blog, if I am able to continue it.
So here's the thing about this blog; it was about me dealing with the aftermath of ricocheting on and off from my old, non-boarding school. I bet this is going to be a hard life and I need a blog to help me out. I need help, really.
You might be one of my friends, and you might be some blogwalking stranger, it doesn't matter. My words are really for me, but it's nice to see if you read along.
So, on Day One of this project, I've officially written the Introduction of this blog! Way to go!
Wish me luck!
Sincerely,
I
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