Free Like a Bird
THE END OF SCHOOL!
End of thirteen years of an institution…I have survived with my individuality intact! And that is a feat my friends.
I remember in Year 7 running around like a wild, wooley fairy, me and my fellow non-conformists with flowers in our hair, climbing trees, imagining, avid followers of Anne of Green Gables.
I finished in red suspenders and a jazz hat dressed like a boy. Finally accepted to some degree I guess from the others. A little pruned I guess, more stylish, tactful, knowledgable…
Now the real world starts and boy am I pumped for it!
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