Where do I even begin?

We had our last Friday p1 free at Cafe Diem.

We played Classical Monopoly in Latin, and ate cakes and the like.

We ate a lot in English (Mr B was trying to make us cultured and had randomly brought a tin of stuffed vine leaves.. I am going to miss that man) and we played the post-it note game (where someone has a post it note stuck to their head with something written on it, and they have to guess what it is by asking questions). We reminded him of all the silly things he has said or done in the last 2 years. He asked us what we were all going on to do next.. said I should be a spy One day, Mr B, one day.

Then I had to clear all my junk from the locker.

Even as I type I am looking at my bulging pannier, still stuffed with (mostly classical) books. I'll unpack it later. Honest.

Then myself, Jo, Jen and Nic powered back to mine on our bicyclettes (as Jen would say) before making the last push to Sophie's.

There, we barbequed, sat in hammocks (I scared 3 people by leaping out of it suddenly.. good times and played on Sam's Wii. A jolly good time was had by all.

One thing that struck me was how .. well, how unconnected I seem to be to the group. Particularly in comparison with the other non-Sawstonians, ie Shahreena and Rach.

I found myself floating between where Jenny was and .. well... not much, really. Which made me a bit sad. I am definitely the spare part.

Then I cycled home at about 5:30ish and immediately my mum made me drive to Stapleford to pick up my little sister from her school trip. Except the coach was delayed, so we were hanging around for AGES. But when it finally did turn up, it was cute to see her again. I still can't believe how big she is and how unconsciously funky she seems to be. Sigh.

And then this evening I've just been stressing and the like. My first exam is in 13 days.

I'm not ready to take them, but I'm ready for them to just be over. It's not looking good folks.