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Our last day of classes was suprisingly not what I thought it would be. I thought there'd be a sudden rekindling of enthusiasm for learning. I thought we'd get nostalgic and almost teary.
But it was just Blah. And the more I dwell on it, the more blah it becomes.
Maybe I should stop trying to write about it.
On a different note, our video was cut from the Flop cause it was too dialougey. But I don't feel so bad, because we reinvested our time in making posters for the Flop and organising a posse to dance behind Chris when he does his eminem thing.
The year elevens are horrible.
I've taken almost 300 photos in the last 3 days. It still hasn't hit me that in a few months many of these pictures will be absolutely meaningless because I will have stopped thinking about quite a few of the people in them. How depressing that we know each other so well now, but.. oh well.
7 Days 'til Blackstump!!
But it was just Blah. And the more I dwell on it, the more blah it becomes.
Maybe I should stop trying to write about it.
On a different note, our video was cut from the Flop cause it was too dialougey. But I don't feel so bad, because we reinvested our time in making posters for the Flop and organising a posse to dance behind Chris when he does his eminem thing.
The year elevens are horrible.
I've taken almost 300 photos in the last 3 days. It still hasn't hit me that in a few months many of these pictures will be absolutely meaningless because I will have stopped thinking about quite a few of the people in them. How depressing that we know each other so well now, but.. oh well.
7 Days 'til Blackstump!!