Departure.

Ready for take-off.
In fact, more than ready.
Yes, a year of secondary school has flown by, as they all do, I suppose. The speed that time flies, I've noticed, is becoming faster and faster. Entirely not dependant on whether or not I'm having a good time. But that's not what it's about. I guess it's about just trying to remember everything before your brain turns to grey, gloppy mush. That's why they always tell you to keep a journal, so when you're old and wrinkly, you'll still have something to hold onto. But this year is something I don't want to hold onto. It's just the very few people I met this year that I want to hold onto. And they're all moving. I suppose, though, I should keep some kind of tangible item to always remind me of this year, pleasant or otherwise.
A shoe, maybe?
Bottle cap?
But for right now I'm doing everything I'm not supposed to.
This was our last full day of school, because tomorrow (Friday) and the rest of next week is exams. We get out early, though, which is actually pretty great consolation. But of course, knowing there's an exam tomorrow, what does Molly do? Molly blogs and takes pictures. That's what.

Over-all score for this year:
2 out of 10