So...tomorrow is my last ever official day of school. I'm technically already on study leave though...let me explain At my school, rather than do the A level for English, they've switched courses to something called the Pre-U, because apparently they weren't challenging us enough before. My first english exam was therefore, today, meaning that I actually went on study leave last Friday, whereas everyone else goes on study leave tomorrow. But all the english students have to come into school tomorrow anyway, because it's extra special for us, so tomorrow is actually my last ever school day ever ever ever. Whew!

So, when in Year 13, (for people not living in the UK, it's the last year of school), at my school we have a dress up day everyday for a week. We've done nerds, london zoo, chavs, fairytales (I got to wear my Cinderella dress that I got from Disneyland yeaaars ago - didn't fit at the time! Does now! Woop woop!!!), today was supposed to be military, I think...I didn't dress up because I had 2 exams. And tomorrow we get to wear our old school uniform for the last time ever!!! And we have a karoake session planned! And an assembly where we read out most likelys! I've heard that mine is 'Most likely to paint every scene from Harry Potter' - I've only told one friend about my dA account, so that is incredibly ironic

It's so weird. I remember being in the middle of Year 9, and remarking to my best friend (the one who knows about my account) that we were already half way through secondary school. And now we're almost done! The funny thing is (enter philosophical/ deep-thinker Sabrina - my friends meet her quite often), that you always hear people talking about their childhood, and teenage years as if it was just a snippet of their lives, but for me, going to school has pretty much been my life since I was 2 (including nursery). Just reminds me that I need to treasure every experience while I can! I'm terrible with a camera - I take photos of everything. If I go on school holidays, I hate to forget any part of it - I literally take photos of the toilet just so that I have it there in case one day I fret that I have forgotten what the toilet looked like. I'm terribly sentimental. It's a gift, and not always the good kind

I'll probably make another post tomorrow, as a means of documenting my thoughts. That's what my journal is really - I'm not awfully concerned about who reads it - it's just me spewing my thoughts because I couldn't be bothered to get out a pen and write in my diary. Of which I have many, because I always start new ones and then go back to old ones - if anyone was to search my room in the future, they would have such a task piecing together bits from my life in chronological order.

Before I start telling anecdotes and getting all soppy over the fact that I never found Neverland and thus am being forced to grow up by Mother Nature, I'll leave you, whoever you is. Maybe it's just a void, but that's fine with me. There's nothing better than expressing yourself, in writing or art. As someone called Twyla Tharp once said, who according to Wikipedia is an American dancer and choreographer, 'Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.' I quite like that

Goodbye for now, dear void (also, the 'void' thing is partially quoting 'You've Got Mail', if anyone's seen it...)

Sabrina xxx