To all my watchers and friends:
I am so sorry it has been so long, but I have been so busy with photography and school, which has now finished, all I have now is exams, and then on to uni

Well, I have finally finished school! YAYS! Well, You'd think I'd be happy wouldn't you? Well, in a way, yes I am definitely happy, but then again, I'm not. Here is what happened on my last week of school:

Monday: Year photos at lunch time. They are fab by the way. Kirsty couldnt make the whole year one, even though we tried to wait for her, but she was in the one's of our little group. Gemma's lil party at the chinese, "Tang's", down in the ville. Good times were ahd by all I should say. I met her mates from Aylesbury and DAMN are they funny! The 2 guys, one of whom Gemma really likes (Mark) are so funny and they got me in stitches. Aron is probably one of the funniest people I have ever met, and he's cute too! He LOVES Ocean's 11 and kept saying, "Red team moving out"!!!!! So I kept saying it back, so funny! AND they BUSH JUMP!!! I LOVE THOSE GUYS SO MUCH!!!!! TEE HEE HEE!

Tuesday: Well, we had our performance studies exam on this bright and lovely day (not). It was pissing it down with rain and it just wasn't nice. We had to sit and watch the year 12's perform their dances and songs and drama. Damn that was boring! My group was last out of the 3 in my year and EVERYTHING went wrong damn stupid exam. First Nikki forgot to start the metronome so we were all sitting there like lemons for like 2 minutes!!! then the music didn't start on cue. Nikki forgot a bell or two aswell, but I don't think the examiner minded too much. He called them "technical faults"!! He was really nice to us before-hand though, asking us different questions about why we chose the piece etc etc.... But over-all it was OK. The evening performance was so much better though!! O well

Wednesday: Last day of photography (technically). Everything was going ok in photog, like there was plenty of ink, loads of paper and so on and so foth, so all was ok there. Had our last performance lesson with Miss Lee (Mrs Whitbread) and that was really sad. She has been teaching me since I was in year 3, that's 11 YEARS!!! That is so scary that people have known me that long in one go. When I got home, finished my leaver's shirt and also did Roshele's and Katie P's. All was good and I got everything ready for Thursday, went to bed early coz had to get up at 6 *groan*.

Thursday: Got up at 6 and made it to the last breakfast at 7.40 am at school in my leaver's shirt, cut denim skirt, fishnets and odd converses. It was so sad to think I would never have breakfast in that hall ever again. We all sang auld langsyne twice! That was all fun. I then went back to the house with Gem ans Nast then set off for the Library for our champagne breakfast. While we were there, I got everybody to sign my shirt and I signed everyone else's! I made sure I left my mark on everyone's life, it's only fair seeing as I know I will never forget anyone! After the breakfast was our last ever performance lesson with Ishy Pishy (Mrs Isherwood) which technically wasn't even a lesson! When we got there, me, jess, becky, amy and yaz got up and put on the sister act 2 soundtrack. For those of you who don't know the significance of this, let me tell you. Since the beginning of this year, or maybe even the end of last year, we have made the songs "Oh Happy Day", "If you wanna be somebody" and "Joyful Joyful" our performance studies class anthems. We sing them all as they are in the film and we have great fun while doing so. These songs were sung and danced to one final time in our lesson and was filmed I believe by Shalomi. It was very sad to think we would never do that again! I didn't think that leaving would hit me that day, and it didn't, well, not untill the evening anyway.

Lunch time bought on a whole new tone. One long table with all the year 13s on it doing mexican waves, our group song (Roshewe, Lise, Yeshika, Kirsty, Jess, Nikki, Gemma and Becky), singing happy birthday for Yeshika because Randy Gandy was on duty and singing Auld Langsyne once again while standing on the tables! All was good. After eating, we all went outside (most of the year) and played Bulldog, and Grandma's footsteps untill it was time to go back in. One last registration with Mr C where we gave him his leaving card and he gave me back my leavers book (he had it for the whole frickin day, greedy git!). We shall miss Mr C, what a legend! Afterwards, I went some places with Jess, printed off a couple of the Year photos and headed home. The day fizzled out a bit, but I went home and got ready to go to the pub with everyone. At 4 o'clock I met Kirsty, Gem and Nikki down in the ville still in uniform,. but me in jeans and fishnets instead of my skirt. We went to the Coach and Horses and I had a couple of drinks, then got moody, then went home. Hopped in the shower to get ready for the Leaver's Dinner.

At 7 o'clock, my madre, padre and myself walked into school; me in my green ball-dress and my dad in his suit, mum in skirt and nice top. I met a couple of friends in the dining hall and after about 1/2 an hour, we all sat down at our designated tables. I was seated in between my mum and Yeshika's dad, Simon. The girls all decided to move so all the parentals were sitting together and all the students were aswell. My mum saw Gemma's little brother, Bena dn said "can I have a cuddle?". Gemma's dad being the legend that he is, got up and gave my mum a huge hug! My dad just sat there laughing along with the rest of the table! We all started eating and drinking (some drinking more than others *ahem*) and soon it was time for Rosey to make her speach. She said it, adn we all listened but when she said "WELL DONE CLASS OF 2005" It suddenly hit me. That was my year. That was my class. I was leaving. After 11 years of wanting to get out of that place, I suddenly realised my wish had come true. I have never felt so happy and yet so unbelievably sad all in one go. Sure enough, the water-works started pouring and they just woulnd't stop. I laughed through the tears, but they wouldn't go away and I was soon being hugged by my longest friend in the world, Vicky. I have known her since I was four and she has never left my side. We were both hugging each other and I was overcome with a state of shock that I would never see half of these people ever again and that I would never have another full-day in this school. Its funny the things that you really miss. I wouldn't think I would actually miss the place itself, just the people, but I was so wrong.

As I said my final goodbyes, I thought how lucky I was to have so many people as friends, and how lucky I was that I had had this opportunity in a school so grand in architechture, people and surroundings. Its the little things that count, not the rewards you reap afterwards. Just a thought for the past 11 years at Royal Masonic....


Love you all and will write soon

*LC* x x x