oh.

freedom is a funny thing.

had my last first day of school today. i learnt that i have not not grown up much in comparison to the twelve year old me still new to alcohol and bitchfights, and how much i envy my old attitude and eager obliviousness. the prefects visit one year seven class for homegroup first term, composed of several siblings of people i know, thinking we are all grown up and know everything. it was nice for me in there, to be someone obeyed out of respect and i suppose, an element of fear. these year sevens are tiny.

my holidays were filled were nothing, and nothing is hard to drag yourself out of after you've been relishing it for six weeks. first thing my english teacher said to us was a reccomendation to a) work our butts off and b) say farewell to our social lives. also known as well, you're all screwed.

that's me.