I cannot believe it. School again! In less than three days! Three. Frigging. Days. Where did the 2 month holiday go? I don’t want to go back to school & be surrounded by fake plastered walls and and and tests and heaps homework and worst of all...Ronnie. No way, nu-uh. You can’t make me go back, no sir.

I suppose for those who know me unnaturally well, this must be a first for you, me not having any desire at all to return to school. For years at on end, I’ve always looked forward to the end of a holiday, not being able to wait around and sit still for a fortnight. But now, I’ve had just about the awesomest holiday ever. And I don’t want it to end no more than I would want to find myself hopelessly locked in a room full of people infected with the Rage Virus or something, no sir.

The past two months of no school would win just about the best holiday ever hands down. Rehearsals, concerts, food, simply hanging out, music, sleepovers, parties, movies, food, hanging out, etc. Whatever. I’ve had just about the funnest two months ever (so funnest isn’t even a word, who gives? It could end up in the dictionary one day, credits to me.) It’s not like we don’t deserve to have fun after 9 backbreaking months of cramming information into our brains, all work, no play (well, all work, no play for most, I think I played more rather than studied hence the lack of a last A in my PMB results) and being deprived of school breaks.

And now those 8 weeks are over. Inexplicably, unexplainably, undeniably...over. Time came and went and fell down the sewer. Dang it! So you must be contemplating on why I’ve resolutely do not want to go to school. I’ve got a few reasons for ya buddy:


1. I’ve grown accustomed to staying at home with boundless free time on my hands. (Which, unfortunately, isn’t as boundless now.)
2. My Year 11 buddies won’t be there, especially Haz & Kev. I’m gonna miss them like heck? And it’s gonna be a wee bit lonely without them around at break.
3. Aikks and I won’t be classmates any longer. Unless by some miracle, my class is suddenly not full and she can move. Please God, please!
4. Ronnie. Enough reason to stay home or switch to a school whose disciplinarian doesn’t treat the school as if it were a military academy.
5. I’m still working on the fifth.


Good enough reasons right? No? Oh well. It’s not like I can do ANYTHING at all about it. I still have to go to school, and it’s completely mandatory. On the other hand, I get to see my friends everyday once more and have glorious fun wreaking havoc in classrooms. Oh, joy. But not all my friends. I suppose there is a downside to having close friends in different schools. Hmm. Well Chelsea, time to get your behind to school. Sad innit? Well, nice to know I’m not alone in not wanting to go back to Math to school. Gah. I’m sick of the word already, haven’t they got another word for school? Bleeuccchh.

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