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Fiendishly amused. Just been in Final Ever Lesson, playing Pictionary, and the fire alarm went off. Root cause? Barbeque. Which someone put under the English block.

*giggles*

~Hathy_Col~

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Finish college in about thirty minutes. Have had a little cry, have eaten too much MacDonalds, have taken random photos of ever bit of college that meant something, including obscene ones of the vending machine, and gone bounty hunting in A15. They destory our room; we destory their work. Things we have stolen now include the Fire Safety Proceedures, the doorstopper, several nails and a washer. We're now making an effort to run off with the remaining desk, although this might cause problems on the bus.

I was the first one to cry. How embarrassing. Now Soo is sat next to me and wibbling. It's all good.

~Hathy_Col~

Winstanley College - 2003-2005 (or: The Vodka Years)

A lot of people start this sort of post by declaring what they'd say to theyounger version of themselves on thier first day. I wasn't a small child cowering in a blazer on my first day, because when you get right down to it, I've been there two years which when you get down to it really isn't that long.

But what would I say to the Colleen starting college in 2003? She's standing at the bus stop, and being the neurotic type she is, she's there fifteen minutes early. The sun is shining and she's in a strappy black top and jeans. (I am currently wearing those jeans. LIEK WOAH.) She's terrified that no one would like her; that she'd make no new friends; that she wouldn't be any good at her subjects; she'd be the Only Gay In The College; she'd be the only sci-fi fan in the college.

What would I say to the slightly younger Colleen? I'd say...

That the bus will always wait for five minutes, but don't sit upstairs, you'll be embarrassingly travel sick.
People will like you, but it will take time.
You'll be better at your subjects that you thought.
You are not the only sci-fi fan in the college, nor at you the only lesbian.
Don't let the bastards on the top deck grind you down - you're not the one that got thrown out after failing the first year.
75.5% rum will never be fun, and always check under the seat for flecks of vomit.
You will make a surprising amount of friends.
Jam and tea and toast in the morning is the best cure for anything other than a lack of money. Coincidences happen more than you think.
The world is a bigger place than you might think.
Wigan is an hour and ten minutes away on the bus and it's £3.30 for a Daysaver.
Wear what you want, there's always someone looking weirder than you.
Don't mix wine and spirits.
You'll fall in love.
You'll develop a strange and core group of friends that have nothing to do with your educational institution.
You'll be okay.

Today, as you may have been able to guess, was my last day. I dressed with an air of sadness and watched the Financial News (it's always the last thing on) and realised I'd miss the weathergirl and her inanity. Why else would I get up at that time in the morning?

I got on the bus and sat there feeling glum. I wanted to take photos for my flist, because I thought you might care, but Matt and Dobbin weren't in. Le sigh. I do, however, have many many photos depicting my day. They're all under cuts. I didn't get the camera out until I got to college, however. I will never have a photo of our room in it's heyday, covered in decorated paper plates to depict us, a notice board and many, many people inside it. The best I could get was first thing this morning:

( A15 )

It looks so bare...

I started taking real photos when I got to the others. We ended up camping in student reception. This is Natlaie, looking bemused:

( Nat. )

We had English together all through last year, too. Then it was time for my Last Ever History Lesson.We just ended up taking photos and signing Leaver's Books instead.

( History class. )

Thing is, though, that lesson was genuinely sad. We've been together for two years, being the only Civil War History class, and I would argue that we've got to know each other pretty well. I felt pretty miserable leaving that lesson, even though it was fun.

Back to student reception, with more people and chicken wings. I tried to find Liz, but she was AWOL all day. I will get drunken messages and photos from her tomorrow night.

( First Break )

All this crazyness done, and it was time for English. We played Pictionary until the fire alarm went off. The canteen staff were having a barbeque to celebrate being rid of us, and they were doing so under the eaves of the new English block. No one really came back to English after that.

( English photos. )

Back to student reception, where we were giving orders for Claire's trip to the Drive-Thru in MacDonalds.

( Moleen, Moleen... )

Then we all got thrown out of student reception, and we wandered off to A1 (the old politics room!) anjd eat MacDonalds. Once we had all done that...

( We had a group photo. )

We then got thrown out of there, and I spent the afternoon roaming nomadically through the corridors. I had a little cry, it must be admitted. And I took crazy photos.

( There's a lot here. )

And then the day was over all of a sudden. Natalie cried and I trooped outside for the bus, feeling deflated and just... sad. No floods of tears, because that wil be tomorrow night. I waited for the...

( bus )

Got a few last photos on the bus while I marvelled at a bus route that I've often complained about but will never see again. God, it's all so weird.

( Featuring emogirl! )

I walked home by myself in the brilliant sunshine, feeling ever so depressive. I still don't quite know how I feel about the whole thing. I suppose it hasn't sunk in yet, because I don't feel as though I've left. God knows what I'll be like tomorrow at the Leaver's Do. This is what I got out of my last few days:

( pictures and stuff. )

I took a picture of some ducklings on the pond though. I never get bored of ducklings, despite living near that park ever since I was 3. (Although I moved to the other side when I was 8.)



I survived.

~Hathy_Col~

Argh.

Okay, I forgot to mention this. Apologies for the spamming. However, I need to say the following:

1. Yeah, I'm back online and have a bazillion things to do. I need catch up time.

2. Leaver's Do is tomorrow night, so I am busy all day.

3. And then Clare is taking me away on a MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR and I still have no idea where I'm going. On the basis that I'm not navigated and organising, I'm terrified for my life. Control freak? Yes. She's taking me at 4am too. Yargh.

4. I'll catch up NEXT week. Okay? Great. And I do actually need a revise at some point.

Now, to find food.

~Hathy_Col~