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dubdobdeeI dremt it was the last day of my last term at school. Except not actually, the last day -- there were a few weeks to go. And not the last term, either: the second-to-last. But we were busy tidying up for the last day of the last term. My job was picking up the tiny brightly coloured little rubber monsters all over the floor, and returning them to their owner (one Julie Burchill) (who I wasn't at school with btw).
And that's it. I woke, and thought a little about this, and felt a wave of unspecified sadness. My actual last day I do remember bits of. Being in M's room, with a bunch of people -- the throng gradually dwindling, and other people popping their heads round the door to say farewell, and S cheerily calling "Have a nice life!" to them all as they went. I hope some of them have had.
And that's it. I woke, and thought a little about this, and felt a wave of unspecified sadness. My actual last day I do remember bits of. Being in M's room, with a bunch of people -- the throng gradually dwindling, and other people popping their heads round the door to say farewell, and S cheerily calling "Have a nice life!" to them all as they went. I hope some of them have had.
