My Dad went to Switzerland for a couple of days on business and of course he brought us back a little something. He brought back chocolate. Swiss Chocolate. Really, it is amazing.
Anyway, Thursday and Friday were the second to last and last days of school respectively. We were still on timetable but lessons were lazy and teachers weren’t as bothered with our behaviour.
On Thursday, the last lesson was physics and my teacher brought in chips and cake. Our class just sat and we were talking with our teacher for the entire time. My physics teacher is the one of the few of my teachers I actually like, there’s no nicer way to put it. She’s been my teacher for four years now. It’s weird that was my last lesson with her. sure there’s still the revision sessions, it’s not like the last time we’ll see each other. But it was the last lesson.
As a class we talked about a variety of things, ending with everyone saying where they were going and what they were doing. Some people are really doing some interesting things. One guy is taking a year out before going to university. He is going to save money for a time, then go abroad. Another of my friends is going into the merchant navy. It’s rather unique, different. But it’s not like I want to do something like that. I myself am satisfied with what I’m doing. I’d just like to get into university, that is all. The university I am hoping to get into is in Scotland though. It’s so far away! Also, one the guys remarked that my accent is going to develop another weird sound to it which may be true. As it is my accent isn’t South African (;_;), but it isn’t British. I just talk really weirdly. I hope it doesn’t change again and become even stranger.
So then Friday, the last day. We had lessons but we didn’t do anything. It was even lazier than Thursday. Did have double chemistry in the morning of all things. The first lesson was revision, with cake I couldn’t eat because I felt too ill (annoying!) and revision was actually playing chemistry hang man. XD The second lesson was a free and I went home and read, third lesson just sat around and talked. At lunch a lot of my friends were going to the local pub for a drink (disclaimer: not to get drunk…). I didn’t want to go and thankfully a couple of my friends also didn’t so we walked with everyone to the center of the village and went off to the shops before coming back to school and sat there, just talking.
Did a lot of talking both days. Everyone was in really good moods and chatty, for the most part.
4th lesson most people had a free period and my teacher wasn’t in so me and my friends lazed about on the field in the sun. Two of them had these water pistol things which made things oh so fun. /sarcasm And my friends had their cameras and were taking lots of pictures. I allowed myself to be in a couple of pictures, though I still hate it. Always feel so awkward. Like what do I do with my hands? How do I smile? I cannot smile on impulse. When people walk past me and smile at me I always end up either pulling weird- probably extremely creepy half smiles, half I don’t know what I’m doing with my face- faces at them, and/or glaring at them.
I was also pretty socially awkward for both days as I’m not feeling well. So while everyone else was all hyped up and happy, I just vaguely felt like curling up and falling asleep. I felt so mean because I wanted to be as happy as them, and I tried, but it was so much effort.
The last lesson yesterday everyone was off timetable and we gathered in the big drama studio for our last assembly together. It involved speeches by our head of year, bad dancing by a group of the boys- including dancing to S CLUB 7 (remember them? :P)– and games. It was OK, amusing in parts though I had a headache by the end as it was so loud. And I mean I don’t even know half of the people in my year! Though at the end of the day I know of them. If that makes any sense. There is a certain familiarity, and it’s strange to think that next year I’m not going to be part of that year group, I’m going to be surrounded by totally different people. Absolute and utter strangers.
There’s something safe about the way everything is now. Sometimes it’s maddening, the whole routine, how nothing ever changes, being surrounded by people you often wonder what the hell you have in common with (are they really friends?). But it’s safe, comfortable at the same time. ‘The comfort zone.’ But that’s over. Either next year if I get the grades I’ll be off in university, different place, new degree, surrounded by strangers or I’ll have to repeat a year and have to familiarise myself with the lower year group, who are also pretty much strangers which will be slightly more in the comfort zone, but still a little out. Everything’s changed. Last day of school is over. Seven long long long years been at that school, and it’s all coming to end.
It’s strange how quick everything is going. Time is passing really quickly, no matter how slowly it feels like it should be going.