i'm having an epiphany of sorts. ok, i know, what's new. it seemed to make sense to write it down, though. because what's written exists, if only virtually.

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i remember one day in fourth grade, we were being particularly mischevious in gym class. the teacher, who taught us gym through all the grades, really did not know what to do with us. he had us sit for a while and turned off the lights. which only made us giggle and murmur to each other. of course, it did not take long before the murmurs turned to outright screaming and quarreling.

and we were back to square one.

anyways, he went and got our regular teacher, mrs c. - let me just tell you one thing, you did not want to mess around with mrs c. she'd scream and have her fits, but we loved her with every inch of our eight years old heart - i remember quite clearly sitting there as she came in. 'oh fuck' was probably the only thing that went through my mind then. she gave us a long speach about all kinds of things, no shouting, no throwing chalk. just a long speech in a low-tone of voice. she basically told us that we'd never get to relive that afternoon. that those minutes where we tormented our poor gym teacher by not listening to him would never be given back to us.

in short, carpe diem.

and i don't why this story keeps popping back at me. no, that's a lie, i think i know why but sometimes it's easier to ignore things than to actually act upon them.

but, yes, carpe diem. cue words for the day.