Last week, I started my last year of high school. Being in year thirteen comes with certain benefits, such as the privilege of leaving school during lunch time, or ‘taking lunch leave’. After four years of being locked within the school grounds from eight-thirty till three, my friends and I found the sudden removal of this restriction incredibly alluring, and couldn’t wait to taste our first sips of freedom.
When lunchtime came on the first day, we all went to the school office to sign out for lunch leave, and then in a most dignified way we rushed towards the school entrance. For me, the experience went as follows:
I doubt any of you will ever question my maturity, or whether I should actually be in my last year of high school, again.
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