We don't need no education.

"No more school for us, so you can knackers!"

This is kind of rocking my world right about now.

No more school.

None. Nichts. Nil. Noot. Nofink. Boom, dead, gone.

Wow.

Now what? I just go back for a coupl'o'hundred exams or so and then it's a straight shot through to September.

And it's bloody May.

I feel powerful.

Today was amazing and crap on so many levels... Parties every lesson. Hours of signing t-shirts and books and taking photos. It's typical that the best day of school should be the last day there. But then there was the obvious 'OH GOD LEMON PLEASE DON'T GO' factor which was just a massive spoiler that caused me to cry something ridiculous like seven times.

But at least my camera got an extensive workout. I haven't taken that many photos since Berlin, and back then I documented THE WHOLE THING.

Speaking of which, the Berlin trip was almost a year ago now.

Anyways, I digress.

Highlights of the day include my English lesson-of-sorts, where we all received awards. My award was 'person whom I [Ms B] would like to get a pint with once 18', so Ms B owes me a beer.

Result.

(I was flattered.)

The English Class (I'm on the floor... surprise surprise...)




Fulford School: We work on a 'blink and you'll miss it' basis over here. (This is Evan and Ashley)



Half-Joe, Alex and Josh. Josh remains the single most un-photogenic person I have had the joy of knowing.



I also filmed most of the final assembly which Gatenby and Bodey have been planning for months, but I won't inflict that upon you. It's too cool.

I cried like a baby at the end. The whole thing was awesome, it was over too soon. I was throwing myself at everyone. I don't think I've ever hugged so many teachers/students/strangers/chairs before.

I have a theory that I become all kinds of easy when I'm miserable. At lunchtime I was so delirious I let (redacted) sign my boobs.

Score one for the home team.

Aaaaanyway.

I decided halfway through the assembly that Gatenby should become a comedian of some sort. It'd be an awesome career choice. He used to be a baker, and that's a million miles away from teacher-dom so anything could happen.

Three degrees of separation: Baker (Master baker), Teacher (Maths debater), Comedian (BOO-YAH!).

I rest my case.

Penultimate peril

It's amazing how much you get to rock your autograph in the last few days of school. I've signed forms, photos, leavers' books, notes I've been passing... The works.

Most of the people in my year group of 200+ are going to college or another school's sixth form, so there's always something to sign. Luckily I'm a cripplingly shy, peevishly annoying nerdy wanker rather reserved person and so I haven't had to sign too much, though I do have the most amazing signature ever.



Phwoar. I love it.

Just thought I'd say, because I'm like that.

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Today I was feeling wildly emotional. It was actually pretty alarming. I think I bitch slapped my BFF Main Gay.5 at least twice.



On second thoughts he probably deserved it.

Anyway. At any given point I'd feel like I was going to burst into tears because the lovely Lemon is leaving the terrifying institution that is known as Fulford School forever and oh God WHY?!

Lemon is one of my best buddies and all-round good Lemon. Seriously, when life gives you Lemons, make sure you're aquainted with this one. She's divine, and she has a heart of gold behind those magnificent tits.

When I went to English we were doing some last-minute work on creative writing and Ms B asked us to do a paragraph on someone interesting who has affected us in someway and-

You can see where this is going can't you?

I'll cut to the chase. I wrote about Emma. Or I planned to. For most of the 15 minutes we were given listened things that I could have written about, like her complex for THE purple scarf, her infectious cheerfulness, her patience when I have one of my funny turns and can't stop gawping at her chest, her sharp sense of humour, amazing dress sense, lack of sanity... Too much to say, to little time.

So with thirty seconds to go I scrawled out three sentences.

Prepare to be blown away (not).

"When you meet someone so fantstic, someone so happy that you can't help but question their sanity, you don't think about the end of it. You don't think about the day that you stop running into them in the corridors, when you stop meeting them before school and laughing with them throughout the day. It's something you just don't think about.

When the time comes, you realise why this was. You're terrified. You're scared of the difference and you start to realise that you haven't even scratched the surface, you can't even comprehend how much you need them just to function properly. You can't bear to imagine how hard it could have been."

Feeling sentimental, much?

Tomorrow's my last day at Fulford School. Then everything changes. I suppose I should feel excited, but really I'm just dreading it. I suck at change.

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so here we have it. Today's photos, Lemon Edition.

1. Me and Lemon, Smart-Is-Sexy-style.



2. Pretend she's pointing at the scarf. Oh, and what a lovely scarf it is!!!



3. Not her best look, but that was one hell of a sandwich I assure you.

Daily photo(s)

Not much today because some sadistic moron (teacher-person) gave me homework.

1. Devils on my shoulders... I have no angels.



2. I'll give you a moment to work out the dimensions of this picture. (it was taken in the fifth one)



3. Save me Haddock! Save me!!!

T minus three days

It's the last week of school this week, which means five very good things:

1. Bye bye, homework! Fair thee well. [In theory]

2. Parties every other lesson.

3. Photo opportunities left, right and centre.

4. Last lessons, e.g. the last lesson of all the sciences, i.e. the last time I will be forced to listen to Robert talk about things I do not and will not ever understand. He is the Christ Of Chemistry, the Buddha Of Biology, the very Pope Of Physics, the Master Of Momentum, the Rabbi Of Radiation, the Prophet Of Potassium Carbonate, the- are you getting my drift?

5. Last times, e.g. the last time I will spend IMedia dossing about and asking how Aaron's poor overused peen is holding up.

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I've been snapping away all day. Emma and her fake cigarettes, P. Daddy in his semi-purple waistcoat, evidence of how productive stats lessons really are... It's all on camera.

And so I present you with today's top three, for a limited time only.

1. Lemon and D.L. Denny had a bit of a shock when they turned around... Am having flashbacks of P. Daddy's introductory speech from years ago... "Hi, I'm Paul and I'm an alcoholic."





2. Cherry had just realised that I actually was licking her face, you can see it in her eyes.





3. Me and P. Daddy give the mother of all passport glares. We were not amused.





Three more pictures tomorrow... I have biology, we might set fire to a cow or something.