So the past couple of days have been spent in mourning for the end of what are apparently the hardest exams I will ever have to sit for. On Friday I got home at 9pm and proceeded to be a total wreck, bawling about missing school and studying while my sister - who is a teacher - tried her hardest to cheer me up, and called me pathetic. Yes, I am a nerd like that.

Prom yesterday - I partially wish I hadn't gone, because halfway through the awful feeling returned and the vegetarian menu wasn't very inspired and people were requesting photographs from people they barely knew and the lighting was not very friendly and I just generally found it not a very nice way to end this chapter of my life.

But I say "partially" because there were people who shared my misery, and people who came and sat with me, and at some point there was a birthday cake and serenade for Audrey, and Gan gave us all kickass farewell gifts, and I got to spend some time with Farh in the hotel lobby before my mum and sister very nicely came to pick me up. Also, I felt quite happy in my outfit: the dress that I purchased with my sister, the jewellery that my mum wore when she was young, the 60's hair by my trusty hairdresser (who looks like Paul McCartney circa 1964), and the makeup done with the expert hand of my best friend. Which all meant quite a lot to me.