My friend got asked to prom for the fifth time, such a non-event now shut up
Last day at school over.
People started taking shots at 7 and everyone got very drunk. Magda and I gave champagne to our Spanish teacher and me chocolates to my piano teacher and then we had our last ever mass which was pretty clichéd; Saint Augustine was saying how we are seeing through a glass, darkly. One of the boys stole two bottles of wine from the sacristy, which just sums up how Catholic our school is: Christianity is connected to everything, even drinking. Our head of year told us to leave, to remove any signs of belonging to this school and get at least 7 miles away.
I was going anyway: King Lear in an hour. I never feel so tired of life as in school. Happy to have left.
We have to learn the process for making cyanide in chemistry. Like there is no time I am going to need to kill people, prime example of exam material being useless.
People say that childhood is the best time but I hated being a child, I was a confused lil baby all the time. I always used to do the wrong things, like ring the lunch bell at the wrong time and wander into the headmistress’ office for no reason in particular and take star sponges to make wands, and people used to get so angry with me! And that used to stay with me. I had no idea what I was doing was wrong. I hated being an August baby and starting school at four. It’s dumb that four year olds have to do 6 hours of learning per day.
Dumb list of things to do in summer:
- Learn to ride a bike
- Do my swimming instructor course
- Get my ears pierced
- Stay somewhere in Europe for a weekend
- Fill my terrace with plants and flowers
- Read my long list of books
- Go to a car boot sale
- Go on the cable cars over the Thames
- Go to Brighton or another English seaside place con mis amigos and do all the cliched things like going on the dodgems and watching the sun set, and just enjoy being young.
- Go clubbing, once only.
- Volunteer at a soup kitchen
- Give blood, if I weigh enough
- Trek to Bournemouth to stay with my godmother