All that is gold is rusting.. .

I am so looking forward to the end of School. At the start of year 12 I felt claustrophobic, like being trapped in the walls of BC was going to be the death of me, and I hated it. I dreaded coming in, there was no perticular reason, maybe I just realllly wanted to go to Greenhead, but I was so fed up there and even looked round other colleges.
Needless to say, I didn't change colleges and things got better, this time last year I was kicked into action by an appealing parents evening and did work and had a laugh with my friends. I'm beginning to retreat back into cynicism.


I think, what with the pressure for me to get mint grade and, as amber puts it getting " so much shit for not being atheist socialists." that and a couple of other flaws concerning people.. that i'm spending too much time getting worked up.


The upside to all of this is that I'm very excited about next year. I as of so far, have no plans. Well.. I have many ideas, just nothing set in stone.


and that my atheist friends are wrong and that I get eternal joy when I die.


I JUST WANT TO DROP OUT AND BECOME A MUSICIAN.
..


I've been saying that since year 10.