- - What became of the dreams we had? - -
Another week over then. Three exams from freedom, and two A Levels (English and General Studies) completed. Possibly to an extremely poor standard indeed, but completed all the same.
This time next week is the day of the long awaited Sixth Form Ball. I now have everything except a bag, although I am not convinced that my dress is dressy enough or that my hair won't end up a horrible disaster. I am terrified of hairdressers you see, and will happily pay them large sums of money to do terrible things without complaining. I just cry when I get home instead. Still, my jewellery is pretty.
Today was the Leaver's Buffet (with the final t pronounced of course) which was a bit weird. It's actually sinking in now that we've left, and it's just weird to think we aren't going to be going there every day any more.
Highlight of the day:
Mrs Davies, our former PE teacher:
"Well Natasha, the big accident we were expecting from you never materialised after all."
Although she did concede that yes, there was The Somersaulting Incident. And the time I nearly knocked her over into some scaffolding. And the time I got hit in the face by a netball which broke my glasses. But apart from that I was actually very good at PE. If you mean good in the sense of tragically, comically bad. Which I do.
Finally, Glastonbury is on TV and it looks like the most fun ever. Although it is extremely muddy. But still...fun. Would definitely rather be there this weekend than sitting at home revising govpol and sociology.
But never mind. Only a week until continuous and riotous drinking will ensue.
This time next week is the day of the long awaited Sixth Form Ball. I now have everything except a bag, although I am not convinced that my dress is dressy enough or that my hair won't end up a horrible disaster. I am terrified of hairdressers you see, and will happily pay them large sums of money to do terrible things without complaining. I just cry when I get home instead. Still, my jewellery is pretty.
Today was the Leaver's Buffet (with the final t pronounced of course) which was a bit weird. It's actually sinking in now that we've left, and it's just weird to think we aren't going to be going there every day any more.
Highlight of the day:
Mrs Davies, our former PE teacher:
"Well Natasha, the big accident we were expecting from you never materialised after all."
Although she did concede that yes, there was The Somersaulting Incident. And the time I nearly knocked her over into some scaffolding. And the time I got hit in the face by a netball which broke my glasses. But apart from that I was actually very good at PE. If you mean good in the sense of tragically, comically bad. Which I do.
Finally, Glastonbury is on TV and it looks like the most fun ever. Although it is extremely muddy. But still...fun. Would definitely rather be there this weekend than sitting at home revising govpol and sociology.
But never mind. Only a week until continuous and riotous drinking will ensue.