I was asked to take a group of little lost Year Seven students to their last class today, so I ended up walking down the corridor with about twenty-something small people trustfully following me around the school, in single file and everything ( Read more... )

Back to the asylum prison hell school.

First day of my last year, and I can't help but think of the phrase "the beginning of the end." Ominous of me, I suppose, but still.

It's a new Upper School uniform for the girls in my year, so we were all tugging at shirt hems self-consciously and making loud, overly self-deprecating comments about your ( Read more... )

~And though its been a long time ( Read more... )