Yeah, it's the end of term and whatnot.
Well, here we are. End of term. It didn’t creep up quietly, it just arrived — like the school bell that rings before you're quite ready to leave.
The last few weeks have been solid. Not wildly exciting, not completely calm either, just filled with enough to keep me busy. Printer’s still broken, but at this point I think that’s become part of the character arc. Physics went fine in the end, the Excel jokes kept flowing, and I somehow managed to fix five computers in a week, which feels like both an achievement and a symptom of a deeper issue.
But now that things have settled down, I’ve had time to think. About the term, sure, but also about all the posts I’ve made along the way. Back when I first started writing here, I didn’t expect it to last more than a few weeks. It was just something to fill time, a side thing to keep the thoughts in my head from bouncing around too loudly. Somewhere along the way, though, this became routine. And not in a boring, brushing-your-teeth kind of way — more like a steady rhythm that helps make sense of everything else.
If you scroll back far enough, you’ll see it all: the metaphors that got oddly specific, the calculator comparisons, the reflections on timing, the comments about printers and physics tests and people who feel like constants. But hey, that’s kind of the point. It’s all honest. And more than that, it’s mine.
School holidays are officially here now. Technically that means two weeks to relax, but let’s be real — it’s probably just two weeks to be bored. Or maybe two weeks to fix my printer. Or to start building that project I kept putting off because school kept getting in the way. Who knows? Maybe all of the above.
And thanks to all of you who keep reading this — even when my references get weirdly specific, or when I bring her up for the tenth post in a row like it’s a running bit. (It’s not. Well it kinda is. But it's not. She’s just kind of great. No further comment.)
So that’s it for Term 1. A term of surprises, steady progress, broken things, working things, and all the weird in-between moments that made it feel real. I don’t know what next term holds, but I’m ready to keep moving forward.
73,
Daniel