My winter home clothes uniform is quite literally my winter school uniform. I pull out the old navy pants I used to wear and whip out my leavers jumper and throw on some old t-shirt (usually not my school t-shirts as I gave them away but I have been known to put on my leavers t-shirt...). In fact, that's what I'm wearing right now despite it not being winter and not that cold. I just take great comfort from wearing these clothes.
I miss BCC, my love. I will defend that school regardless of whether it is actually quite as shit as many people think. My attachment knows no bounds. Yesterday, I daydreamed I went back after graduating from uni and rolled down the hill outside English block with all the old school friends.
So, midsems are coming up soon. I have pages of lectures notes to write up. I have labs to revise and essays due and an FCP learning outcome partner this week who has not replied to my emails even though the fucking thing needs to be put up on LMS at noon today.
Fuck it, though. I get tired of being the one who's always bugging people for work.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
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