so first, why is this called the froglet bloglet? my first coding project was a vent/blog called the frog blog, nothing to do with frogs. i learned to code purely so i could do that, but eventually it dipped too far into vent territory, and i took it down. this will be the smaller cousin, with the vent taken out. this will most likely be seldom used but oh well.
quite frankly, this year's been shit. its been a year of a whole buncha shit im not willing nor educated enough to talk about. instead, this is about me. this year started as any year does, in the middle of the more important year, the school year. so we start there. end of semester 1, [number]th grade. i was still kinda a blob of dysphoria at this point, quite frankly this time didnt mean much. although its the start of what matters. i started getting on the tranny internet. i think i had discovered shitty kickflips but i didnt really think much about them. mostly the end of [number]th year wasnt that meaningful. so, now to this year (Cuz summer break didnt have much happen important for this). so this has been my first year in my schools marching band, so its a lot of new people to meet. i clocked a few as queer pretty quickly but never really said anything. about half way through the season i was chatting with a trio sat in front of me, they kinda clocked me back, asked if i was bi, and i came out to them (not on the spot, once 3rd quarter hit and we had a break). and im so so very glad they did clock me. that got me out of my shell a bit (a lot really, but the shell is thick so relatively its a bit). i then came out to another two of the band, fellow transpersons. one of them has been really really nice and kind and queer and its amazing. later a friend got me to join the school's GSA (queer club), and ive just met more queer ppl. its been great. amidst all of this there has been an appreciation for art, in all its forms, growing in me. it outlives you, outreaches you. your art could impact someone on the other side of the globe, 50 years from now. so i leave this year with a great appreciation for the people, and the art around me. all that managed to shine brighter than the smoldering pile of shit that is the everything else. and i leave this message for you (do people even read this?) go make art. doesnt matter what kind, in what way, do it. youll be better for it.