New Year, New Dreams

With daily tidying, there would be no mountains, no mess, no monsters.

NEW YEAR’S DAY makes me nervous. Once school starts, everything will get more difficult. This coming year, the school is going to put me in a different class, and I cannot be sure if I would be in the same class as my best of friends. Another thing that gets me edgy is that weird feeling of having forgotten something I had learned the year before.

Will I do well? Will I do worse than last year? Will I win the 80-dollar voucher for being one of the top 25 percent in the level? So many things to worry about! It doesn’t help that the word “scared” is looming over me like a dark cloud.

Sometimes, when the worries get too much, I’d tell myself, “Oh I don’t care!” or “Never mind!” This is a great cure for all the silly whirling in my head. Better to spend time on real dreams than awful worries. And so, here are my Big Dreams for 2018.

The biggest thing I want to do is to master the guitar, good enough to play Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You. The idea is to play this song to my kid brother, Amos, on his birthday in August. Sometime last year, I had asked him, “Would you rather that I get you a birthday present or play you a song on the guitar?” I don’t mind either way, he said.

So Ed Sheeran it would be. I have eight months to master the guitar. I am not a fan of the song, nor my kid brother, but it’s a pretty good deal if I don’t have to buy a gift for him just by crooning a Sheeran hit.

My next big dream is to improve my spelling. I want to work on at least one problematic word a day. Presently, my spelling drill goes like this: In my spelling book, I would make a word entry on the top right-hand corner of the page—the weird way I would write a word: expesially, for instance.

Then, on the top left-hand corner of this same page, I would write the correct spelling: especially. On the rest of the page, I would fill up all the lines with a million correct versions of the word. It is like a meditation. The moment I lose focus, I would make a mistake, which is exactly what happened with “burgalar” recently. Look what I did:


Pretty silly, right?  After just three words, I trip up. That’s not going to happen in 2018. At least, I’m going to do everything I can to avoid such silliness.

The last important New Year dream is for me to be neat and organized. I don’t even know where or how to start with this one. It’s a monster! But I know I would get somewhere just by putting my mind to it. I am going to enlist the help of my dad and Therese, my elder sister. I am also going to adopt the motto of my writing teacher, Miss Viv: Tidy every day, and not when you have a mountain of mess. With daily tidying, there would be no mountains, no mess, no monsters. Besides, tidying is like a meditation.

And who knows, when I get into the groove of being a little neater, maybe the burglars would forever be spelled the way they should be spelled.

(570 words)


Edith Lee, Primary Five
January 2018

For more essays by Edith, visit Edith Writes


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