Well the time has come. School has ended, well..not quite. In 10 days. But I count that as finished, in a ratio of the start and the end. I feel relieved, yet a little uncertain; sometimes I actually liked doing the work. Sometimes. For some things.


But mostly I feel a great sense of loss towards something. I can't wait to leave. Most things about school annoyed the living shit out of me. Their conventional beliefs; their tiny scope on what they regard as 'intelligence', their constant disbeliefs in my ability because of my alternative attitude, uniform rules. The whole thing really.

But I will miss not being able to share my writing actually. I'll miss not getting an assignment and just finding the right words to articulate it. I'll miss not spending time on my english assignments tweaking it; discovering new words; new meanings; new views on life. I'll miss geography, and hearing about how the world works, how special the environment is. I'll miss my friends and the Rebel Gang. I'll miss the help I got, and i will miss getting in trouble!

But its time for me. I cant wait to have pink hair, and get new tattoos and have new piercings and finally be able to be myself. The last year has taught me alot, and without it I would have been the mess I was two years ago. It just goes to show really.