Friday, 23 May 2008
03:21:25 AM (GMT)
In approximately forty-five minutes I will be leaving for school. The last day of
Unlike last time I 'left', at the end of year 11, this is really the end. There's no
going back for sixth form, and no chance of seeing people just around since I'll be
moving away (as will most other people). This is, genuinely, the last time I will see
some people who are or were fairly important to me. People I grew up with, people who
have affected my life in uncountable ways.
Most of the people I now feel close to, however, entered fairly late. One person in
particular, entered my life when I was in year 3, and spent two terms in it before I
changed schools again. We ended up at the same secondary school but never really
joined up as friends again, until the beginning of this year. I look for symbolism in
everything, and I find it in that. First two terms I lived here, last two terms I'll
live here. Things end as they begin, it seems.
Since I've been revising very hard for my maths exams, the last to be taken in about
an hour now, I've also spent a lot of time with people who mostly aren't my friends
but who I feel a certain camaraderie with. While I feel a certain belonging to this
group that I've rarely felt, it also reminds me of the group of 'friends' I was with
in primary school and for the first three years of secondary school. Indeed, a few of
the people in the maths group are people who used to be in that clique.
It also seems that I'm the year whose leaving signals the death of the ArtBloc. This
is the place I'd say I 'grew up' in. It was a kind of inter-yeargroup socialising
area for misfits. I'm a bit sentimental about it, since my experience and the people
I knew there genuinely did change my life, for the better, in a fairly big way. Since
it's an inter-yeargroup thing, people leave every year. This year is my turn, as well
as the turn of the non-returning year 11s. Since we've not had a good crop of
newcomers for about two years now, it's pretty much agreed that this is the last year
of it, and so I'll be seeing out the end. In fact, this is probably the last day of
it too, ever, since after this there will be too few... at least officially.
I have to go now.
Dead man walkin'...