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Tuesday, March 4, 2008


Compared to the world out there, the world that I live in now is narrow and small, but not all is lost. Being sick isn’t a misfortune, it’s simply just an inconvenience.

I like the sound of the ball resounding in the gym. The quiet classrooms after school too. The scenery from the window too. The creaky floor in the hallway too. Chatting before homeroom too.. I like them all.

I may just be an inconvenience. I may not be useful for anything. Even so, I want to be here because this is where I belong. Friends, I’m grateful for treating me as their equal. Ah, I’m so glad. It is alright for me to think that I wasn’t always a burden to them, isn’t it?

The moment I leave this school, I feel like something in my life will end.

Aya Ikeuchi

My opinion:
Aya has an extreme sense of attachment towards her school and she feels that the school is where she had once had a sense of belonging and acceptance. She tried her hardest to make the best out of the time she had left in her school even though she knew her departure was imminent. I admire her determination and perseverance as her efforts towards making her remaining days in school worthwhile are very touching. No matter the problems, no matter the obstacles, she will still persevere on through and seek solace within what she has around her, like her friends.
My mind's unweaving/ 9:53 PM