Oh to be as Free as a Butterfly !

As I sit in the library of my school , long after my peers have gone home I begin to ponder my thoughts . I sit here ,trying , hoping to get some study done....but not getting very far at all. Why is it that the things I normally wouldn't bat my eyelids at on a regular run of the mill day , are the very things distracting me most as I approach exam time ?? Typical .... 


 I sit on the floor looking out at the school football pitch - watching the little bursts of sunshine highlight the remaining puddles on the footpath from the earlier rain shower. I hear the birds sing- almost like they are trying to out do each other. I feel the slight breeze from the open window above me caress my fringe , which at this stage of the day is limply hanging over my face. I see a little butterfly dance in front of me . Fluttering its little wings and dancing in the wind and I wonder - what is must be like to be as free as a butterfly ?!? 


My freedom is so close , 3 weeks and I will be done , but I want it now . I see some of my friends finishing up for the summer , wishing I was them , wishing I was finished for the summer! I see my teachers walk to their cars in the evening and drive away , with their sunglasses on , ready for the summer ahead. I can not wait until I am one of them . 


But alas , here I am in the library , daydreaming as only I do best - about what if's , what could be and  what will be soon . But for now....back to my quotes and my Seamus Heaney essay I go .

 Aoife Marie Elizabeth ♪