Sometimes..

At the edge and looking over, I can see myself looking back up. It's not unusual; it’s supposed to be that way, just surprised how unhappy I looked. Well, not completely unsurprised, I feel unhappy. The plunge was cold, my clothes weighing me down, sinking, my ears under pressure. Bubbles rise above my head, disfiguring the silhouettes above the surface. To bad none of this is real. Just what the reflection is thinking back to me as it looked back up over the edge.

Felt like I needed to write that.... I don't why; it was just in my head. So as I promised to S.S, I'll write about the trip to Stratford. What can I say about the trip other than the fact that the best part was the two hour trip to get there and the two our trip back. Stratford is a town famous for its Shakespearean plays. It’s a British town, of mainly (and probably only) white people. I’m not being racist or anything, it’s just that this was the first time I’ve been to an entire city where everyone was essentially the same race. We ran into problems there, because we got there before twelve and the only mall there was filled with old people, who all didn’t seem to happy upon our arrival. In fact, one left her purse behind, came back, and accused a white guy from our school of stealing. After he made his argument, she turned to the black guy beside him and blamed him. This was considered as racism (since he was the only black guy there… in the entire vicinity).

After that dilemma, we went on to watch the play in a theatre. The play was “As you like it”. It’s a funny play, except for the fact that we couldn’t understand any of the scripted humour that the play had, so we were stuck listening to people laugh in random moments. Other than that, it’s a good play, the main character was a black person, and he was the only black person. It’s just surprising to see a coloured person on stage, or to even think he lives in town.

On the trip to Stratford, people smuggled in alcohol (expensive alcohol) with them using water bottles and a Gatorade can. On person drank a bit too much and ended up stealing a flower bandana from the local Goodwill. To make matters worse, same idiot decided to smoke pot. I still don’t understand why people would do this, but it happened, and to everyone else’s entertainment.

I can’t exactly say much else, mainly because it’s meaningless to the people reading this post. I could probably continue the thoughts I started the post off with, but they’re not coming back to me. I was thinking of adding another poster to this blog, but it'll only complicate things more. I guess it's going to be like this for a while. To bad all four of us haven't been in the same room together, maybe the nicer weather would change that... (glances at homework) or not.