School's out
I finished work today for the holidays.
There was an inevitable end-of-term feel to the place, though nobody could really make an effort to celebrate, more console each other with the thought that people had made it this far in (relatively) one piece. Nobody ran from the premises leaping with joy, nobody wept at the emotion of the occasion. Everyone pissed off as soon as they could, which suited me. The thought of 11 whole days away from the place was one that I wanted to savour by myself.
Which I did, by coming home, promptly falling asleep on the sofa, and dreaming of Wales.
There was an inevitable end-of-term feel to the place, though nobody could really make an effort to celebrate, more console each other with the thought that people had made it this far in (relatively) one piece. Nobody ran from the premises leaping with joy, nobody wept at the emotion of the occasion. Everyone pissed off as soon as they could, which suited me. The thought of 11 whole days away from the place was one that I wanted to savour by myself.
Which I did, by coming home, promptly falling asleep on the sofa, and dreaming of Wales.
posted by Alistair Myles at 9:23 pm
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