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i just love L’Arlésienne by Bizet so much its like the embodiment of my 3 happy and normal middle school memories

i was in an advanced music theory class with my best friend and we spent our time laughing behind our desks while studying L’Arlésienne in detail… the class was at 2:30 pm on tuesdays and before it started we always messed around in the school and she climbed trees while i encouraged her and we managed to find some money to buy nougat after class and like… those are literally my only good memories from like… 10 to 14

my other non awfully violent and traumatic memories from that time are basically me waking up and leaving the house wayy to early and sitting near the school at 7:20am with a book while it was freezing or other lonely moments because at least no one was bullying me lmao what the fuck is wrong with me