Reading some of my previous posts tagged under 'school'. What entertaining reading they make :) They make me miss my uni days, sort of. Doesn't mean I want to go through the whole thing again, but it does make me a little wistful. It's like looking back on a different life, like looking in the Pensieve. I guess that's where JKR got her inspiration from, the idea of memories as a form of story-telling. I realise that almost all my posts were complaining about school, about my fears and worries, and most of all (especially the later ones), about FYP. Indeed, FYP has been such a busy and hectic stage of life that threatens to crush me every single day. Yet looking back isn't it the miserable suffering that made it all the more memorable?

At this point I realise that I will no longer write any new posts tagged with 'school'. 'Work', perhaps. It's time to move on.