where are we running?
Well, it's finally here. The 11th of September- my induction day at E.C. Sixth Form College. Ugh, I'm still not used to that. I mean, I'm a Year 12... I'm in the common room, I don't have to do Science or Maths ever again, I'm doing AS and A Level performances in Drama... Gosh. I'm old.
So it's a simple day, nothing to worry about, only 3 hours... And for some reason I'm petrified. It's strange... I don't know why I'm so worried when I'm going back to somewhere I know, to people and places that I recognize.
The uniform is weird also... Yknow, getting used to seeing yourself in black all of a sudden, getting used to being seniors... All of these new labels and ideas are being shoved in our faces all of a sudden, and GCSEs have barely finished. All of those years of preparation for this? A quick rush of emotions and then a new beginning?
I just don't know where I am right now.
So it's a simple day, nothing to worry about, only 3 hours... And for some reason I'm petrified. It's strange... I don't know why I'm so worried when I'm going back to somewhere I know, to people and places that I recognize.
The uniform is weird also... Yknow, getting used to seeing yourself in black all of a sudden, getting used to being seniors... All of these new labels and ideas are being shoved in our faces all of a sudden, and GCSEs have barely finished. All of those years of preparation for this? A quick rush of emotions and then a new beginning?
I just don't know where I am right now.