On the last day of spring break I finally learned how to ride a bike. I thought I’d never get around to learning how to use one since I’d been scared of trying ever since I was 3 years old and I fell off, causing the first wound I ever remember getting. From that point, I’d been adamant about never riding a bike ever again. I think it was a combination of dad pushing me to start riding a bike as well as me being too bored and apathetic to really say no that got me to finally try again.
Me and dad drove over to North Hollywood park. The car was parked near the sidewalk where I started riding the bike. I crashed into something once, but things were ok. I rode around the entire block, coming back to where I started after speeding through the parking lot next to the hockey rink and skate park. I liked how the wind rushed through my body when accelerated fast. I now bike constantly since I heard it’s a good way to burn calories.
The next day my sleep schedule was too fucked up for me to go to school on time, so I went the next day. That new school campus was ok I guess. Much bigger than the original one. The look of the place makes it feel more like an office complex than a school.
The school now shares a building with a daycare or elementary school or something. One time someone from my school came over to one of the little kids and threw an apple at them. The perpetrator was got off scot-free because they were never identified.
Now I’m just trying to attend enough to be able to graduate after summer school, which apparently everyone has to go to in this place, no matter what.