Upper 6th, the story so far.

Well, the time has come to start dawdling up Prince Andrew Way every morning at an hour I didn't even know existed in the summer holidays. Last year, however, though the time may have been unearthly and highly unpleasant, I can at least say that I had no fear of falling out of my school shoes or, in fact, that my toes might burst right out of them. This year's pair seem to have a life of their own- expanding whenever they feel like it, shrinking just to confuse things and, thus, making my toes feel claustrophobic and oppressed. It's not a good time, especially considering the fact that my usual pace isn't too far off the speed of light, and so I'm finding myself tripping every so often, as I try to bolt down the road with shoes that don't even fit properly and a school bag that already has found itself full of useless crap that somehow manages to feel like I'm carrying an elephant on board.

Besides the ridiculousness of the shoe situation, school is pretty good. I'm still struggling to get my head round the idea that I am now, officially, an Upper 6th student. Upper 6th. That, to someone who ponders whether or not they have matured at all in the past three years, seems absolutely ancient. I don't feel worthy of telling 16- year- olds to move up the bus or to fix their uniform. It's not like they'd listen to me anyway, especially since my uniform would be a mess too, if I were not such a geek that panicked at the prospect of receiving a school detention. It would be pretty heart-breaking considering I've passed 13 years of my school life without getting one.

The absolute highlight of my school term so far has, without a doubt, been decorating mine and Cateroo's study booth, sad though it may sound to a non-geekish audience. It is, in fact, the absolute epitome of geek- from the evidence that we were loserish enough to create a game called the "shutty eye game", on the wall to the not so inconspicuous printed quote " embrace the geek" written down the side of the booth as a visible reminder to everyone of our favourite motto. It is, as a result of lots of hard work by myself and the other half, a very attractive, yet slightly OTT, booth and, as Helen might put it, a little treat for the eye.

Right now I am wondering why it is midnight and I am online, typing a blog. I'll be surprised if I manage to keep my eyelids from closing tomorrow morning while walking down the road.
Good luck with that, self.

goodnight.

P.S. My lunch spilled over my english books, causing the spines to become torn and withered looking, which I was rather gutted about, considering that I only got them today. :(

I am a disaster.

:)