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11:03 p.m. | 2008-11-26

Late night walks, soaking feet in hot water, making disgusting coffee, ordering macs at 3am, walking in town with bedroom slippers, taking pictures, taking pictures of people sleeping.

ah, good times.

Assembling on the track, facing the school flag, singing the school song, morning jogs, trainings, our bloody boiling classroom, lessons, the specs stand, the drama studio, student leadership camp... the list will never end!

ah, even better times.

Where has it all gone to? I'll never be able to sing the national anthem or say the pledge on the track. Nor can I ever sit in the classroom for a lesson. I'll miss St Nicks more then i ever thought i would.


NAT :: TAN



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