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I stood amongst thousands more, For the fruit of my effort encore encore. In robes with sashes green, red or blue, Nervous, excited, awaiting what's due..
Before I went home today, I decided to make a quick stop. I entered a dim facility, and walked straight before heading left.
"I don't know Where I'm going But I sure know Where I've been Hanging on the promises And the songs of yesterday And I've made up my mind I ain't wasting no more time Here I go again Here I go...
"Jordan. Jordan. Jordan!" I spun on my heels, looking to see who called my name. "JORDANJORDANJORDANJORDANJORDAN-" I sighed. "Whhaaat?" My friend Katy stood, grinning, a mischievous look on her face.
Hi there, So today was my last day of work and I am really sad. However, it was a fun time and I got to meet really great people, I am gratefull for that.
"I'm proud of you. Have I ever told you that?". My thoughts say once. My eyes stare back. You break down. I've seen you do it. So many times. Its truly sad. I lend my hand. You give it a squeeze.
So the days of learning are gone. Thirteen years in counting. The best years of our lives are over, But there is no need for pouting. Sure we won't see each other everyday.
Well, it's been a long and tiring 5 years at Wingfield. But it's over, it's done, and now it is time to actually say goodbye.
'Seahorses, hey. I love seahorses.. I really love seahorses.' Ceren said when Eddie replied to her sad muttering of female submission in nature, with 'What about seahorses.
So today I move back home after 3 years of university. So many times I thought I would never make it to this point but here I am. I find myself overcome with so many emotions.
Chapter 1 "Hannah,"yelled mum, "you'll be late for school. "I'm coming!"she yelled back. Hannah was a 17 year old girl with friendly deep blue eyes and charming smile.
Four in the morning is becoming a familiar sight to me. These last few days I have royally screwed up my sleeping pattern in aid of my degree.
*Last day of Year 11, GCSE, 2009 Another year gone by at New Hall. It is time again for us to depart, Some to return; Others to fulfil their destiny.