LAST DAY OF SCHOOL FOR LIKE…EVER

Hi there,
here I am again.

Yesterday was finally the day that we received our A-Level report cards. That means I’ll never have to go to my old school again. Yay.
But before our official graduation ceremony yesterday we had an unofficial last day at school (which was a few weeks ago on the third of June).

Having a last day is kind of a tradition at our school. The 12th graders plan a day full of chaos and confusion for the teachers and the younger students. We got up at 4 a.m. filled 1000 balloons, taped chairs and desks in the classrooms together to keep them in huge piles on the floor, drew stuff on every blackboard and hung up posters of Justin Bieber, One Direction, The Wanted… in every toilet in the whole school. When the first students arrived and every piece of artwork in the building was covered in Disney posters we were prepared.
The students were greeted with a warm welcome of SuperSoakers and finger paint. After the lessons started and the teachers desperatly tried to untie the chairs and the desks, we went into every classroom and generally annoyed as many teachers and disrupted as many classes as possible.

As school normally is extremely strict and organized this is the only day of the year that we are allowed to make a little bit of a mess.

But despite all of the mess we made and the fun we had this day felt incredibly unreal for me. I’ve been going to this school for the past 5, 6.. no 7 years and even though I didn’t like school that much I am sure going to miss learning something new and the routine of a normal school day. Nevertheless I am going to start university in September and there’ll surely be a new routine quite fast.

See you later (a.k.a. tomorrow),

xx

Lina

P.S.: I’m sorry that I have been away from blogging for so long, but June was a friggin’ busy month. There were thousands of 18th birthdays of friends. I had to work. And most of all I had to make/layout/design the whole f****** yearbook this time. Alone. And it nearly drove me insane.

FALLING IN LOVE ON THE TRAIN – SATURDAY STORY-TIME

I think that there is one thing we have all done despite all our differences. We’ve fallen in love. But there is a very special way of it. It is called falling in love on the train, the tube, the bus, the whatever wherever.

You are just sitting there (if you are lucky enough to have a seat) casually minding your own business staring holes into the air, reading 50 Shades of Grey, listening to your iPod or pretending to be texting. One moment later you some why look up to notice the most astonishingly beautiful person you have ever seen standing just a few feet away from you. And before you can think: ‘Oh hell, you are incredible’ you will be falling head-over-heels for this unknown stranger. If he is smiling at you this is a plus but not  a necessity. And it will make the blood rush into your cheeks and it will make you look like a complete and utter weirdo. But in that moment it doesn’t matter. This possible Calvin-Klein underwear model is so stunningly beautiful that you contemplate getting off at their stop to find out where he’s headed, but the thought to have a little chat with him and to ask for his number never crosses your mind.

Yet for some reason your hormone-filled brain starts to plan a future with this highly attractive stranger, imagining how your first date would be. But just a few seconds later your thoughts are interrupted by the oh-so familiar rustling of a jacket and a backpack being lifted up from the ground. You look up, the tube doors open and your possible one true love leaves the train. Without you even knowing his name and you’ll be sad for 15 seconds but then you’ll go back to your daily tube routine. Staring holes into the air, reading a book or pretending to text. your day will basically be like the previous ones.

But every once in a while you’ll remember this time you saw the most beautiful person on the tube and how they smiled at you and how you fell in love in mere seconds. And you’ll smile at this memory and how ridiculous it seems to fall in love with a stranger and yet you’ll be filled with a radiant happiness whenever you think of it.

xx

Lina