Missing It
I miss sixth-form days; I’m now in the Nose reshaping business and despite rumours to the contrary, breaking someone’s nose for the hundredth time is not as much fun as you’d think. University is great and everything, but seriously, if I could I would beam myself back to three years ago–the day I walked in to the sixth-form college and realized that it was different from school. I felt like William Wallace must have, I felt like I was a true warrior of academic freedom at last!
We all thought it wouldn’t be that different from school, you see. We all thought that it would be like school, only with more work. Turned out there actually was more work, but it was nothing like school. There was this awesome thing called a free period. Sometimes you got a few together and it became a whole afternoon off. And what better way to waste your time than study, of course, in the magnificent library. Only joking! Like we really did that! No, as soon as we left class my friends and I would head on out to look (make that OGLE) at the large number of very beautiful women that adorned every single corridor. Especially in the art block–
The art block was where all the best females were located. There just seemed to be something in the water there that made them a bit different. That much more pretty. So that’s why I miss sixth-form. I made good friends there too, it wasn’t only about the art girls, just mostly.