Last week I went on a trip to the Museum. I was wandering through the corridors when I spotted a collection of old children’s toys on display. They caught me by surprise and I unexpectedly began to cry. I was crying because the children that were once so close to their toys grew up and abandoned them. They aged so fast and were probably dead now, buried in the ground. But after all these years the toys still sit there and remain the same, longing for their owners while people walk by and gape at them all day. It makes me sad how humans never stop growing. I looked around at all of the stern faces that surrounded me in the Museum that day. I could see faces that had lost their innocence, in their sunken eyes and solemn lips, I could see the days when they packed their toys into storage, the day that they had their hearts broken and friends moved away. Their first day at the office, the lonely bus trips home after work. People grow and their hearts harden.
Phew! This last week was exhausting, I already have a pile of University work to do as well as art I am doing on the side for people. It has been really fun though, I am glad I am back into it, my lecturer for my main studio paper is this big shot artist/ pro surfer and she is so enthusiastic and down to earth. I also went to a party last night and got too drunk and embarrassed myself but it’s no big deal. Tomorrow is my first free day so I am going to relax :)
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Today was cool because I joined the tramping club and feminist club at University and I also got offered a job teaching 7 year old kids art at school which I am really excited for!