Dear sugarplum fairy,
En route to school today, i hopped onto the bus and breathed a light sigh of content, it was my third day of school. A little oriental girl sits behind me, her eyes twinkling and deep, fringed beneath her long pretty eyelashes. She looks out the window and sings merry melodies of a coded language only she is a guardian of. She became the unintended company for my long ride to the venue of hope.
I am oblivious of what these subjects would become when endorsed to me and i constantly wonder. So on the first day of school, my heartily long-winded and bluff lecturer said to my class of twenty six, "Whoever says do not judge a book by its cover, is a nut. They must know nothing of advertising." Oh, what an intriguing class it was but how awfully contradiciting to what is morally inclined and has been brainwashed to us for years. I cringed at the thought.
And today, a separate lecturer, one who is more dynamic in his speech and efficiently interactive and funny at the same time, said that, "Honesty is not the best policy. That is nonsense. There are white lies and lies that helps a situation".
But what do we expect from the media? Nothing of course. Nothing but lies. But the world is all lies. What i didn’t know was, they’d educate freshmans like me to lie. When i become a valedictorian one day, i will be superb. Wouldn’t i?
Nonetheless, school has been so engaging and it is therapy to my occasional emptiness. Hope is suspended in mid-air but this feeling of content promises some gravity. My vacant inner-self is fed with a new occupant, the thirst for knowledge and the new hunger to excel. Hope is a funny thing.
Someday, i will be an insignificant figure to you. One you are oblivious to, just like now. There is a strong howling in my ear that tells me we will walk our separate ways but hope, oh hope, like how i said it was funny, has decided to stay. What you want from me is what i want from you. Perhaps, just perhaps, someday, we will make it through and we will speak of difficult times we’ve never shared. Home is safest, undeniable. And you were once that home to me. All of us.
My glorious God, the creator, i invoke thee.
