the visitor
well today i did much more than just go for dinner. i went skating with my lovely E3s in the morning and hell, it was bumpy. popped into school for a quick look around.
well i don't know what i expected but everything looked exactly the same. nothing was out of place, except for the fact that it was serenely quiet for 1030am at st nicks'. minus the screaming primary children and all, school was picturesque and perfect for reminiscing.
well, this (with reference to the tag) is what we've become, or rather grown into- we've outgrown our home, be it for four or ten years, and now we are but visitors. sad, isn't it?
i know today i felt like a voyeur, watching from the sidelines as everyone busied themselves getting ready for 2006 and it's sad, knowing that i'll never really be part of that bustle again.
hung around the staff room for a while, talking to teachers. after that i left, to another place i'll be calling School next year, albeit with a tone laced with much less affection i believe.
it's been a lovely four years, st nicks'- thanks for the friends, the laughter and most importantly, the memories.
well i don't know what i expected but everything looked exactly the same. nothing was out of place, except for the fact that it was serenely quiet for 1030am at st nicks'. minus the screaming primary children and all, school was picturesque and perfect for reminiscing.
well, this (with reference to the tag) is what we've become, or rather grown into- we've outgrown our home, be it for four or ten years, and now we are but visitors. sad, isn't it?
i know today i felt like a voyeur, watching from the sidelines as everyone busied themselves getting ready for 2006 and it's sad, knowing that i'll never really be part of that bustle again.
hung around the staff room for a while, talking to teachers. after that i left, to another place i'll be calling School next year, albeit with a tone laced with much less affection i believe.
it's been a lovely four years, st nicks'- thanks for the friends, the laughter and most importantly, the memories.
posted by ada at 11:46 PM
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