Tomorrow is my last full day of high school. Then an exam on Monday, the next Tuesday, graduation on the Wednesday, and formal on Thursday.
Then I'll never see any of the assholes who inhabit my school again.
I'm freaking out. It's not sinking in, that twelve years of education have got me to this point. After this there'll be even less of a safety net - no teachers to talk to, no guiding lights. I'll have no purpose. The only times I'll have to get up in the a.m. hours will be when I have work.
And in just over a year and a half, I'll return to school at QUT.
I don't want to do a Bachelor of Business. I want to work long hours doing little. Watch stocks go up and down, take up pilates again, cut my hair, drive my car, get a credit card, go overseas.
I'll never see Mr T again. Or my batshit English teacher, or hear stories about Mr Read going crazy, or listen to gossip coming from the back row of my Modern History class, or discover that all by yourself you've managed to get three separate sites blocked on the school Internet.
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