Ever again
Second last day of school. I have this feeling that it's all going to get terribly maudlin tomorrow. After all, we're never going to have another class in high school ever again, and I probably won't see many of the lower sixth properly ever again, and after tomorrow we'll never be able to just hang out in the commonroom ever again, and we'll all split up and move on to...well, I hesitate to say "greater things", but that's my general meaning...and...ah well. Life goes on.
How easy it is for people to ebb in and out of our lives. One day you're best friends, the next day (so it seems) you're just another face in just another yearbook, just another meaningless name in a quicksand memory, and perhaps not even that - "who? oh, just a girl I used to know". Often, the distance transcends the purely geographical, and an old friend might live in the same city, district, neighbourhood as you, and somehow, you'll still manage to be light years apart.
Or you could be separated by a million miles, but only a single thought away.
Oh, I should save this nostalgia for tomorrow. I voluntarily wrote a history essay today. As in, I wasn't set an essay to do, but I got home, sat down at my desk and thought "I think I'll do an essay". Voluntarily. I must be growing senile in my 18-year-old-coming-on-to-19-year-old dotage.