“November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year,” said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frostbitten garden.
“That's the reason I was born in it,” observed Jo pensively, quite unconscious of the blot on her nose.
"If something very pleasant should happen now, we should think it a delightful month,” said Beth, who took a hopeful view of everything, even November.
It's kinda eerie that I'm in a way, trodding the same path as Jo now. She wanted to be a celebrated authoress, someone great and famous and rich, and in the end she became a teacher/foster mother.
I didn't exactly want to be an author, but I certainly wanted to be great and famous, and the works...and here I am, studying education, becoming probably a teacher.
She and I both have a bad temper, and impatience, and carelessness, and blurness as our flaws. We're both a bit tomboy-ish, though she's probably a bit more so than me. We both love to read and write, and we like being alone. We also tend to look very serious at first sight. We're too shy to start a conversation, but once we start we can't stop. And so on and so forth.
Yes, it's a bit unnerving sometimes.
But she's not a bad character, and I do look up to her, since our dreams and strengths and weaknesses are so similar. God willing, my life will be as happy and useful as hers.
Assignment madness is here. I haven't even started studying properly. So I have to leave now.
I realised that a lot of girls...ok, almost every girl in my course...is crazy over kpop. I'm not a hater, but that's an interesting phenomenon, isn't it?
I'm still thinking too much. It's not a very bad thing, but it's annoying. gah!
May your November not be disagreeable. =]