Apparently there’s only about eleven more days of actual school before school’s out. I remember counting the days a few months back, thinking it would never come, and actually trying to will the days to go by faster.
Strangely, after hearing Boyce’s endless talk about exam preparation, it really hit me that in 11 days, in just 11 measly days, we’ll have to take our things out of our lockers for the last time, we’ll be sitting in that cramped common room for the last time, and listening to that god-awful, yet strangely endearing sound of those plastic mahjong tiles for the last time.
Humans are creatures of habit, and going to CIS has become a habit of mine – 7 years in the making.
I never thought I would or could feel this sad after all the whingeing I’ve done, but I actually do.
my masterpiece: a drooling, sleepy face on James’ econ notes
I guess I just wanted to write this whilst the feelings are still fresh, because, knowing me, I doubt they’ll be lasting much longer.
