Mother's Day: My last day

So..... I am seriously sorry for not posting this yesterday! My first post and I'm already late! School officially starts tomorrow- for me anyway- and today was mother's day. Hence the crème caramel picture above. I made it for my mum and she loved it, which was great since I have a habit of overdosing on the "sweet" part of sweet bakes. For all that I love spicy or otherwise savory food, I am awful at actually making them.
Anyway, on the topic of school tomorrow... I'll be honest I probably didn't pay as much attention to my studies as I should have. My uniforms, which set out for the mysterious land of ''dry washing'' have not come home yet, so I will probably be going to school in clothes that the principal will probably not approve of on the basis that they are not school issue. Which will lead to my oldest enemy/fear ''Authority''. Yep.. I'm a goody-two-shoes, have been for as long as I remember. Not simply out of self righteous need to be good but rather, due to a near crippling fear of confrontation with authority. Now that's done.. On with the post I meant to put here.
Have you ever heard the phrase, " The rain never falls in the same place twice". Well, I've been thinking on how the original rendition of that phrase went, and I assume that it explained itself by continuing..." for the place is never again the same" or something along those lines. That got me thinking, in the twelve years that I've spent in this school, how much have I changed? Would mini me recognize the me now? I know for a fact that a lot of my defining characters have warped over the years, and it may have been a gradual process but it happened, and its changed me in ways I couldn't even have thought of when I was a kid, just starting 1st grade.
I may be quite a bit different from the me that started this journey but I like to think that, no matter how much of me changes I'll still be, fundamentally that same girl. The same little girl who had way too many imaginary friends to be quite normal, who grew to love stories, who learned that words could warp reality, that they can change the way you look at life and the way life looks back at you.


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  1. Litty AchsahJuly 24, 2023 at 3:14 PM

    Relatable for me regarding school days and love creme caramel pudding pic. Post the recipe of pudding

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