i have four.  then there's five.  and maybe eight, but not really.

to kill you was never the plan.  i'd rather that you killed yourself. 

there was once a dream i was in and i wasn't myself.  apparently i'd been doing all sorts of shit i shouldn't have.  I wake up after someone tells me all about it.

I realize: It was me who did all of that, and i'm just disowning him so that i wouldn't have to take the blame.  Too bad, he was me, and he was better.  At least he did what he thought was right, he fought for them, the things he believed in, even if they were wrong.

... and i learn that, even if say i was given a second chance to do everything all over with the knowledge about all that, i think i would have done what i did anyway.  Just so that i'd know what i did, and i'd learn from it all over again, because i don't think it'd sink in deep enough anyway the first time around.

After countless meetings and two all-nighters, the Appre (ADAY) has finally come and everyone who had a hand in making it come true just feels so high!

There's no fulfillment like seeing the people you want to make happy, smile and appreciate the work you've put into just for them.  This is for both sides of course!  The teachers with their DAILY preparations in order to form us into better people, and us, who spend one day, thanking them.

May we never forget the point of the Aday, that we may always remember to appreciate our teachers, aday or not.  We owe them that much.

POSTSCRIPT:

It may have been hard, it may have driven us mad, but it was all worth it, i wish i could do it again, even if this is my last ADAY as a student of Xavier.