Spring is here! Sort of!
If you live in Canada, then you know what I mean when I say that spring has come late. It’s been extremely cold during the past two weeks, and it’s been well into spring already. But hey, we’re Canadians ‘eh’? We can definitely bear with this weather, because this is nothing! Right?
Anyways! The main reason I’m blogging today is because it’s the birthday of a very dear friend of mine. It’s going to be pretty long… so here goes!
We met in Elizabeth Ziegler Elementary School in fourth grade. Our teacher’s name was Mr.Shaver, and in my opinion he was the funniest teacher I’ve ever come across.Our class was in the portables, but that didn’t take away from learning. Throughout the year, he took a series of recordings of our class working on projects, playing during recess, and fooling around in general. She came from Nagoya, Japan and we became really good friends.
At the time, I was really good with math (mostly due to my parents forcing me to memorize multiplication tables and so forth… I’m sure many of you can understand =_=), so I would constantly try to win at ‘Around The World’ (A flash card game about math) in order to impress her. A year passed, and our teacher compiled the video clips into three VHS tapes. Most of the class ended up buying the tapes, myself included. I still have the tapes lying around somewhere, and I’m sure I’ll watch them again one day.
A year passed by and I moved into fifth grade. I started off fifth grade in a classroom within the school. We had a female homeroom teacher whose name I can’t remember, but I do recall that I liked the class very much. The first week went by, and I got a notice from the principal. It was a notice telling me that I would be transferred into a certain Mr.Pollocks’ portable class due to class size limitations for in-school classrooms. Now you don’t know, but at the time there were rumors that Mr.Pollock was one of the most intimidating grade five teachers out there. He would always wear sunglasses, and command a loud and assertive voice. I was scared.
A week of despair came and went, and the next thing I knew, I was on my way to my first class with Mr.Pollock as my teacher. I would be in his class for the next year, and I wondered how I would survive. Gathering my collective elementary school courage, I walked into the classroom.
I saw her. There she was, sitting on the front left-hand side of the classroom beside a friend of mine named Nico. She was in this class, and I was relieved to know that one of my best friends would be with me throughout this next year. All I knew was that I wanted the year to go by as quickly as possible.
Days turned to weeks, and weeks into months, and as the year progressed, I found myself growing more fond of her company. She would sometimes do random acts of kindness, and offer me erasers resembling sushi and other foods. I didn’t think too much of it at the time, but now when I look back, I think I might have liked her. It also turned out that our homeroom teacher Mr.Pollock, wasn’t all that scary. When other kids said that he was intimidating, they were most likely saying that because they got in trouble and was scolded by him. In reality, he was a really cool guy (*▼o▼*)ノ.
I recall at one point during the year there were commercials of the new PSP coming out in North America, and our teacher was interested in it. Seeing as it was a Japanese product, she had actually brought one from Japan, and brought it to class one day for the teacher to see. Having strongly influenced me, I decided to buy one. I’m not really sure where I’m going with this or what I’m trying to say, but it’s just a fond memory that I recall haha =D. Needless to say, it was one of the best years of my life.
My assigned seat was close to hers, and I would always try to move my desk a few inches closer. She would say that our desks were too close, and would tell me to move away. One day, my desk was further away from hers than usual (unintentionally of course), and she grabbed my desk and moved it right beside hers. I thought this was pretty funny, and I guess it’s how I learned what the word ‘hyprocrite’ meant back in grade school.
One day far into the year, she had told me that she was going back to Japan during the summer. This meant that after grade five, I would likely never see her again. I guess the news came as sort of a shock to me, and I ended up trying not to think too much about it. I tried to treasure the days we had left in the year =D.
Throughout the year, apart from the food shaped erasers, she had also given me two bracelets. One bracelet was pink, and the other a smaller blue one. She had told me to wear them, and to remember her.
On the last day of school, I didn’t say much to her. We rode the same bus back to our respective homes. She had reminded me on the ride that it would be the last time I’d ever see her. I must have thought she was wrong, or that I just did not believe her, because I simply shrugged it off, and acted as if it was any other day on our way back. As I got off at my stop, I looked at her and waved a simple goodbye. I can’t remember what her expression at the time was, but seeing as how things went, I think she may have been angry with me. Only until the bus went out of sight did I fully realize that I would not see her anymore. I had always believed that I could just go find her when I was older. To me, Japan was just another place in the world, and distance had no meaning to me. I regretted not saying something to her.
Today is her birthday. I wished her a good celebration, and I hope she has a great time. It’s been a decade since I’ve met her, and even though I have not seen her for these past eight years, she remains an integral part of my life; an important friend. Distance does not matter, because to me, distance does not change reality. In reality, I did end up finding her again, and in reality, we are still friends.
At the time, I regretted that I could not say anything to her, so here I am, expressing what I had felt back then, today.
Wow!! That was a lot to type =(… and to think that all of this started because I got switched into a class that I never wanted to be in. God does indeed work in mysterious ways, and for that I am thankful.
It’s thanks to all these events that I can finally say after these ten years, that I liked her. It’s weird that I can say that now, because even after she left, it’s not like we both haven’t dated other people. In relationships, the words ‘I love you’ get tossed around quite frequently, and although I’ve found myself saying it a few times, I don’t think I’ve ever truly meant it. Somehow at the end of every relationship I find myself wondering what ‘she’ is doing. Is she facing the same kind of troubles that I am? Does she think about me too? It’s all the questions that find their way into my mind at night, and I can’t help but wonder, ”Why?”. ”Why?”, after all, I only like her.
I think all of you may have heard this before, but I truly do believe that it is the experiences in life that define who you are as an individual. If I had gotten what I originally had wanted, and did not get switched into another classroom, I would not be here today, typing out this excessively long blog post. If I had stayed in that room, then fifth grade would have been just like any other ‘good year’ like sixth grade, or seventh grade. Instead, because I was moved, I have this gem of an experience to share with you all today. It was because I ended up moving that I am able to set apart that specific year. So please guys, if you took anything out of what I’ve written today, then please keep in mind that life is unpredictable. Regardless of the problem or situation, there will always be a second side to the coin and another way out. All you have to do is look for the light at the end of the tunnel.
Thanks for reading! I feel much more relieved now that I’ve let it out! (〃ﾟдﾟ〃)
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It’s 4:00 a.m. already so I think I’m going to head to bed! おやすみ!! (〃´▽｀)ﾉ^^^^ ミ☆☆zzzZZZZ…!!☆☆彡