1. I am not subtle. I wear what I want. I am loud. I am bad at keeping most secrets. I like it this way, however it never really dawned on me before a friend pointed it out.

2. I think I’m forgetting how to use my words the way I like to. I want to write poetry again. I want double meanings and second thoughts that hit hours later. I want delicate references and concealed dreams. I need practice.

3. I got 91% on my English 12 provincial. Fantastic news, I love getting good grades.

4. Meaningful conversations have become more frequent lately. I appreciate this. I think I am getting better at putting feelings, thoughts and ideas in to words. I secretly thank my scholarship essays for this, and not-so-secretly thank my philosophy class.