May. 15th, 2003

Last day

May. 15th, 2003 05:22 pm
raven: [hello my name is] and a silhouette image of a raven (Emily)
Last day.
Nope, still hasn't sunk in.

Yes, today was my last day ever of compulsory school. I've had my last ever Maths, French, History, Classics, Drama, and hopefully Biology lessons. Mrs Moon still hasn't thought to send for me, but it doesn't look like I can replace Biology with Physics. I'm regretting this more and more - why did I let my mother change my options? Why?

But yes, the last day. There were people crying, people taking pictures, teachers dsitributing cards, confectionary and good wishes. Mrs Miller was sweet - little Galaxy chocolate things and cards, but Mrs Jopling was the weirdest - little fairy cakes with sin, cos, tan, sigma and pi in icing on the top. I think I even saw y = mx+c, but I can't be sure.

The mood was very strange, kinda excited but sad, so bittersweet, and I'd lent Feeder's Comfort in Sound to Julie, who insisted on playing it, and it seemed to provide the perfect soundtrack - uplifting but depressing. People wanted their shirts signed. I signed a few, but it was all so ultimately depressing, and not always because the people were leaving. [livejournal.com profile] cucharita is leaving and I won't be able to cope, but in most people's cases it's why didn't I get to know you when I had the chance? Or maybe, like in Yusra's case, why didn't I know you for longer? She's going back to Jeddah, and it's just not of the good.

Talking of people going far away, there's also Saria, who claimed she'd never cry. "I've only known you guys for three weeks!"
But she cried. She was the first. Others followed, not including me. I'm not leaving. And it's sad that there are people leaving for pastures new, that everything is about to change, and...

Well. I'm still going to be here. So is this journal. I'm just going with the flow.

Of course, it's not the end of everything. We've got Alton Towers tomorrow and then all our exams, starting next Thursday. But soon it will be the end of everything, and the beginning of the next thing, and I don't know how I'm going to cope with the next lot of changes.

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