One day, much like another
// February 25th, 2011 // thoughts
Once you settle into a routine, it seems to me that you can get used to anything. When Mum caved in to Montoyo’s insistence that we come to live in Ek Naab, I was mainly only thinking about one thing of course…that it would give me a chance to spend more time with Ixchel. But from that very first house-warming party, all she did was make googly eyes at stupid Benicio.
(I don’t really think he’s stupid. Be better if he were.)
So then my life settled in to this routine. Early morning capoeira exercises beside the underground cenote. A swim outside in the blue cenote. Then breakfast on the go, maybe a muffin and some juice picked up on the way to class. Then school.
I was kind of humiliated when I found out that some of the classes I had to take were with little kids. Well, kids of ten and eleven. Maths, in particular. They must have some pretty great way of teaching or something because I’m learning faster than I remember. We’re doing stuff now that is first year A level. I never thought I could be good at maths. But the only way they are EVER going to let me fly one of those Muwans is if I pass some horrible mechanics exams. So there’s nothing for it but to study.
That dream a few days ago left me with a weird feeling. It hasn’t really gone away. Everything I want from life is so distant. And the main obstacle seems to be getting past 2012…
Thank goodness for my music. The librarians here have been really helpful. They ordered a load of guitar tab books for me. I’ve learned ‘Boulevard of Broken Dreams’ by Green Day and ‘Plug In Baby’ by Muse. A few other kids want to get guitars too. Maybe I’ll start a band.