The first Skool Dayz of Term 2 (and I should say that it caused me physical pain to have to spell School as Skool), and a lazy saturday of accomplishing nothing much, after a wonderful night, watching a wondeful play with wonderful people last night.
The time it takes me to get ready provides ample time for reflection: today, as I reached for the hairspray and waved my newly painted nails in the air to dry, it struck me that i am using my-
(a break as my flatmates inexplicably knock on my door to check that i am ready, then shriek with surprise as i open my door. Seriously, girls....it's barely 9am. How are you drunk ALREADY?)
- that i am using my Upper school tie for my costume tonight.
It's a tie I've had for a long time. I first put it on as a chronically shy 13 year old, with tentative hopes that this school would be different.
I was wearing this tie on my first day of Year 9, when I got on the bus with butterflies in my stomach and a new bag, filled with new pens and perfectly-sharpend pencils, and I was wearing this tie when i was late on my first day and ran across the tennis courts to join the end of the line of new arrivals in my new school shoes, hoping no one was really noticing me.
In retrospect, I shouldve guessed that the less-than-perfect start was indicative of the future....
(And now i must leave: my flatmates have resumed shouting for me to join them for the ceremonial opening of the first bottle of vodka of the night. I will continue...later...)
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