Leaving high school will be such sweet sorrow.

On one hand, I'll finally get out of this blasted institution known as the International Bachalaureatte. No more working on things I don't want to work on. No more laborious nights doing work for subjects that I have barely any interest in. It's the beginning of adulthood, how can one not be excited?

But on the other hand, I've made many many good friends during the last two years. Arguably, these last two years have been the best of my life and I don't ever want it to end. I know it's nothing more than a futile attempt to halt the march of time and I know it's an immature plight to prevent change and stay in my comfort zone, but I can't help feel that my high school fun has just begun yesterday.

I guess the upcoming Bali trip will have to make up for all the high school days devoid of fun that I've experienced. Expectations are high.

On a less juvenile note, I've begun reading some of George Orwell's essays and I think he's an amazingly gifted writer. He states that there are four reasons why writers write and they are:

1. Ego
2. Aesthetics
3. Historical record
4. Political vocality

And I think this relates to why many of us writes blogs. Most of us write, to differing extents, for our own ego, sort of a narccissistical exercise where we assume that we're important or profound enough to warrant readership. Some of us also write things because we feel that we have the gift of prose, the ability to write and phrase things beautifully, effectively elevating the status of writing as an artistic practice. A few of us write things to keep track of our thoughts, like keeping a diary and a somewhat smaller number of us write to voice our ideological and political opinions.

I just thought, despite writing these essays more than 50 years ago, Orwell's thoughts still very much ring true in this day and age; a mark of a great writer, in my opinion.