sen·ti·men·tal·ism
[sɛntɪˈmɛntəlɪz(ə)m]
noun
sentimentalism (noun)
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excessively sentimental behaviour, writing, or speech:
"the author blends realism with surrealism, journalism with sentimentalism"
Sentimentalism, as a concept, was introduced to me with its theatrical meaning. Bascially, sentimentalism is the pattern of plays having an “evil” character who is reformed and redeemed, and becomes good. Every bad act they have ever committed is simply negated because the protagonist hit them with a beam of friendship, love, and understanding. They may have a slip or two back into evil, but usually those are for noble reasons, separating them from being “evil”, that the protagonists either don’t know or misunderstand, hence the miscommunication trope.
Everyone has already done their “last blog” blogs, or most of everyone, and I’m going to talk about this little thing called sentimentalism. It’s just a fancy way for me to talk about how I’ve gotten so sentimental over the last few weeks, since someone told me we only have 3 go-home weekends left. It actually freaked me out sooo badly.
I have my own reasons for not wanting to go home for the summer, like a whole list that just gets longer and longer the closer and closer the summer gets and…. One of the main reasons is I know that I wont see a lot of people again. People are leaving, not getting invited back, or coming back and they may be entirely different people. I myself have changed so so many times, over and over again, throughout this school year that if I were to meet myself in may 2025 he wouldn’t recognize me.
My entire life has flipped around a hundred times since coming here. I’m healthier, I have a better understanding of my style, im happier. I have more friends, ACTUAL, REAL friends that I made on my own. I have a whole new perception of myself and it’s honestly amazing. I have a group, and I’ve reconnected with old friends too. This year has been so eventful and I’m glad for every second of it.
My art has progressed greatly, too. At first I wasn’t noticing a change. I was trying something new, writing poetry seriously, for the first time and I hadn’t exactly found my voice in it yet. Now I’m comfortable enough to write things I couldn’t have imagined EYE (i) wrote. I, like I said in my last blog, hadn’t been writing, and writing at all was hard for me because of what all it means to me. I felt like it wasn’t enough.
Last night, though, I participated as a reader in Steph and Richie’s senior literary showcase. I always knew that writing and literature had a huge impact on the world around me, and I also knew that it wasn’t accurate to only assume that big, famous pieces like Moby Dick or whatever get the chance to impact culture. I genuinely think differently after that showcase, and I think that’s what literature is supposed to do. To make you think differently.
I think, without realizing, being a literary has made me think differently, too. Like I said, I’ve had my whole brain flipped around and blended and had transplants maybe a hundred times this semester, and I think it may be a part of maturing. I said me from may last year wouldn’t recognize me now, but I don’t recognize who I was in august, either, or October, or even December. Freak, February danny is an entirely different BEING from me now. And yet, I’m still me. Despite everything, it’s still me. IYKYK. I don’t know. I guess I’m just getting pretty sentimental, and I’d rather let everything go that has made me upset over the last few months. It’s not real anymore. None of it is real and everything is impossibly real at the same time. I mean, sure. I can be frustrated. I can be put off. But, at the end of the day, I have to move on to no choice of my own. Life’s gotta keep moving, and there are bigger things to worry about and worse things to happen. Everything is gonna get better, though. Everything’s gonna turn out all right, even if its only for a few years, months, weeks, days, hours, or minutes. If it so pleases you, everything only has to be all right for a few seconds, and if you notice that and cherish it, then it was real. It doesn’t matter how long it lasts. It’s that its there.
Idk. Danny’s getting emotional and I have no idea what he’s saying. Hate that guy. I want everyone, EVERYONE, in literary to know I love them so much and that they’re the best ever. Kiss kiss. Heart heart. Kind of regretting not ending this off with a Greek mythology blog, danny hates his feelings. BYE. I LOVE YOU. <3
I’m going to miss you and the other literary’s so much this summer, but I’m excited to see what happens next year. You can always text me or call me if you need something. I also love what you did with EYE it’s so hard to emphasize I when it’s already capital.
Ehehe THANK YOU i always want to emphasize i but it only looks weird… i’m going to miss you too over the summer, and whatever happens i want you to know that you are SO talented and you have progressed SO far this year. <3333
this was better than a Greek mythology blog and it’s never goodbye just see you later! I loved seeing you progress so much as a writer Danny, and you may not think it but high key you’re going to be an author in the future!!
dont diss the greek mythology blogs smh
but yes, thank you, and i’ve seen you progress too and you’ve gotten so much better over the last few months here. I’m gonna miss you over the summer!!!
I love this so much, Ugh I’m going miss everyone but next year will be our year.
“We’ll meet again~ don’t know where, don’t know when but I know we’ll meet again, some Sunny Day!” – Vera Lynn.
Well it looks like what I was gonna say was taken by Kemarrion…………………….. I love you so so much Staniel and I’m sosososososo proud of you