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Kell on 11 hommikul ja ma vedelen õndsas süüdimatuses koolipäeval tagaaias ja võtan päikest. Kalbed kintsud on thing of the past! Samuti on mul melonit. Näm. Kool? Kohustused? Not worth it. Doo da doo, life's good. 

Lühikokkuvõte möödunud kuudest: Mul pole enam koera, ma fännan Hannah Montanat, abituurium on põrgu, Seebu läks just mu juurest ära ja kindlasti veel mõningaid drastiliselt elu muutvaid asjaolusid, ent läbi praeguse palavikuudu ma neid ei mäleta. 

Meil käis koolis paar korda rääkimas üks väga väga tark onu - Godi Keller. Ma pole seda veel väga tajunud, ent mul on kahtlane tunne, et ta muutis mu elu. Sest ta oli nii tark. Peamiselt laste, hariduse jms osas. Näe:

"The age of 9-10 is a silent crisis
in the life of the child. It happens mostly in this age that the child suddenly
understands its own mortality. The fact that I really must die one day, can be
really traumatic and is often an intimate experience. At the same time the child
starts to doubt the old authorities. It recognizes that the father says one thing,
and the mother maybe the opposite, while the teacher has a third view. The
imagination of the lost paradise has a certain reality in this age. Of course, a boy
or a girl is no longer as easy to “handle” in this age, as he/she was before.
If the adults do not understand this inner conflict, then they look for reasons in
the outside. They listen to the words of the children, but do not notice the
changing in their heart and understanding. Therefore they often end up being
disappointed in many ways. In reality there is no reason for disappointment. We
should be happy for the child’s development!"

Aga nüüd ma lähen ja teen oma parima, et vältida Soul Eateri edasi vaatamist. Ma pean Katit järele ootama, aga see on nii põnev!

Põrr.