By Fiona Tabastot
This is a game I really like to play. The adrenaline of the last minute.
Getting into the creative process can sometimes be hard and it’s only when I am feeling stressed enough that I can actually reach the tipping point. The more time my brain get, the lazier it becomes.
I tried to train it. To impose to myself some fake deadlines.
But my brain couldn’t be cheated that easily. Last minute still seems to give the best results.
So I kept on playing against time.
In the meanwhile, I forgot about the rules and about other players’ strategies.
The game became harder. I played once again, and I lost.
As a result, I am on fridge duty this week.
I’ve recently been nominated to become a leader of the school.
As great as it sounds, I think I have to free myself of such responsibilities.
Don’t get me wrong, I do like power. And I did like the wonderful manifesto Mr. Espezel wrote about me.
However, with high position comes higher responsibilities. I can’t fight two battles at the same time.
As badly as some people might take these absolutely heart breaking news, I do hope they will understand my concerns.
I put all my hopes on Mr Espezel, who I am sure will find the courage to replace me until I can take my function as a leader.
(And for the record, I do cast spells on all of you in French.)
Please don’t forget to throw away your shit on friday. #fridgefriday