The First Day Of School (for the last time)

Back to school today, ignorant in where i was to go and unaware of how the day was to unfold itself before me. I felt like i was totally unorganised, yet this time i was not at fault. The senior common-room proved the place to be. A short declaim from my head of school and then my classes were revealed to me. My form teacher was Mrs Anglem (also my Biology teacher). In my form class we were asked to compose a letter to the teacher informing her of ourselves. And so i did. Second period was used to build up trust in my year nine group. I enjoyed it, i hope they did too.

One of the greatest privileges of being a year 13 is freedom. The freedom to wear what you like, something that defines you (with the maturity to be non-judgemental of others), the freedom to leave school during lunch or interval for whatever unbeknown intentions, and the freedom of choice to do work, assignments, etc (obviously with the expectation that we are now wise enough to decide rightly)

Whilst in Biology a thought occurred to me. A catterpillar lives it's life in order to become a butterfly. That is it's purpose, it's destiny. And thus it lives it's life to fulfill that destiny. It eats what it must to achieve the strength/plumpness it requires to allow for it's change into a butterfly. However once the butterfly is born it lives a very short lifespan. I have been informed 1 day. The butterfly still eats, lettices unfortunetly, and thus it has a purpose. For how can something live life without one? If the butterfly was to intend on dying within one day then would it bother eating? Would it not make the most of it's life? I think it so, so then i am faced with the question "What is the Butterfly's destiny?"

Anyway...i have a fair bit of Japanese homework and if i am going to stick to my new study routine the homework must be done. (with, of course, the company of music)

Janeii