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Thursday, May 25, 2006
5 Days later I realise that I have loved boarding school life all this while so this is a tribute to an amazing 2 years.
Tomorrow will be the last day ever, of my boarding-life here in Cheltenham. However, I have spent the past week living with the parentals in a 'cottage' in Prestbury. Aside from having no internet and no DVD's to watch, the more significant absence would be that of company. There's no Scaz to run to for a midnight smoke. No Chris to cut my lip and inflict various forms of physical abuse on me. No Zaz telling me to 'shuddup' and indulge in experimental beautifying regimes (i.e Fake Tan). No starving off suspicious looking meals.In the idyllic country house there is food,silence, more silence, and yourself.
I have braved being busted for alcohol,drugs, smoking, trespassing and other 'crimes' in my life here.But at the same time, it has been punctuated with moments of sheer bliss (fudge, sun, shopping, alcohol and shortcuts). Conflicts with matrons have lost their bitter tinge and seem now to be amusing anecdotes. (The more significant matron has proceeded to bear a spawn called, 'Damien'.I told you she was evil). I will miss this place so much. I will miss my friends being at my beck and call and I will miss the bitchy tiffs that have become so characteristic of life here.
It's only been 2 years and I almost cried with sentimentality when Mrs Lancashire gave us each a personalised farewell note. Thank god I haven't been here my whole life.
On a less hormonally charged note, the exams are looming up and I count the days to my execution.
Tomorrow will be the last day ever, of my boarding-life here in Cheltenham. However, I have spent the past week living with the parentals in a 'cottage' in Prestbury. Aside from having no internet and no DVD's to watch, the more significant absence would be that of company. There's no Scaz to run to for a midnight smoke. No Chris to cut my lip and inflict various forms of physical abuse on me. No Zaz telling me to 'shuddup' and indulge in experimental beautifying regimes (i.e Fake Tan). No starving off suspicious looking meals.In the idyllic country house there is food,silence, more silence, and yourself.
I have braved being busted for alcohol,drugs, smoking, trespassing and other 'crimes' in my life here.But at the same time, it has been punctuated with moments of sheer bliss (fudge, sun, shopping, alcohol and shortcuts). Conflicts with matrons have lost their bitter tinge and seem now to be amusing anecdotes. (The more significant matron has proceeded to bear a spawn called, 'Damien'.I told you she was evil). I will miss this place so much. I will miss my friends being at my beck and call and I will miss the bitchy tiffs that have become so characteristic of life here.
It's only been 2 years and I almost cried with sentimentality when Mrs Lancashire gave us each a personalised farewell note. Thank god I haven't been here my whole life.
On a less hormonally charged note, the exams are looming up and I count the days to my execution.
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