the imminent death that awaits
So as I write this I'm currently situated in a freezing cold room invigilating for a Year 11 with nothing but this notepad for company as the dreaded two hour and 15 minute exam takes over. Not to mention the extended 15 minutes if needed 'cause the poor gal has gone and broken her wrist. I've been invigilating this same girl three times in a row and it's really making me realise that you don't know what you've got till it's gone. At school, you pretty much get everything handed to you on a plate and you don't even realise, and at the time you probably didn't even want it. Right now I want it. I would much rather be sitting that exam than her. I understand that for her this "determines your future" and all that bollocks but for me, I don't know if the boredom is slowly eating away at everything I used to be or what... perhaps I am an adult now once and for all? That's it. This confirms it. I'm invigilating for the rest of the ...