Super Jessie

The last day!

Well, I have been away for... god knows, and I was reminded by Rach that I oughta update. So I am. And I will start (and probably end) by saying today was my last day at school! It's so weird to think I'll never have any more proper lessons there ever again. I'll strangely miss it, but not. If you know what I mean. Being at the same place for four years is kind of a drag after a while, and all the teachers know who you are and what you're like, and if all of a sudden you decide to change, you know that your "label" will also change. And that is another reason why I never really liked school. I didn't exactly have a label, but I was in one of the quieter, less popular crowds, and "one of those kinds of people". Being at sixth form will mean more independance, more respect for being older, more people I don't know meaning I have a chance to change and be more loud, or advantages and popular. Not that being popular is an issue with me, but I hate being ignored by people who are with me one second and then see the "more popular" people and leave me for them.

But anyways! On a different note... we had a really long assembly (joy), and my bum went dead (even more of a joy), and I got lots of pictures; one of my favourites was the one of me and Mr Bacon (our wonderous headmaster), and one of Rachel and Mr Bacon. Heh, that was great fun. We had an ice-cream van and everything! I bought an ice-lolly, lemonade-flavoured, and labelled "cheap" by Rachel (the lolly, not me).

The main thing I was sad about was not actually saying goodbye to half of them. I mean, I did get their signatures, and about a billion people signed my very ripped t-shirt, but I didn't give them all hugs and cry "goodbye!" like I had wanted to. They'd all disappeared before I noticed. Oh well... I expect I will see people at some point in the rest of my life...!

Now I will run away, and hide the evidence of the popodoms I wasn't meant to eat...

written on 2004-05-14@5:31 p.m.

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