I'm writing this with a massive migraine and fluid collecting at the back of my nasal passage. The first symtoms of flu that I always get. More liquids. Anyway, just bear with me, if any grammar mistakes appear or something.
Today, relatively, was a complete waste of time. At least, a waste of time up till 2:15, when history started. The congress was complete utter rubbish, and if you really wanted to ask me, I would say that it was much better had I just stayed at home to sleep. At least home is more comfortable.
Anyway, the main crux of today was the fact that it's the last day for us at the admin blocks. Sicne sec 1 up till now, I've been in the admin blocks -- curiously close to the science labs, astroturf, and used to be canteen. It's rather sad to be leaving it. In the final month of my stay in RI, I'm going to be made to leave the places oddly familiar to me, and move into a totally new block. Our red painted class. Our class decor. Our contant state of chaos in there. Our rubbish littering the entire place. Our smell permeating around the class. Our overworked aircons (we're about the only class that has people staying back until late everyday in the class).
I'll miss the place. I know I will. Memories. Treasured memories locked up together with the classrooms. The Birth-Of-The-Day chart. Our beloved menu. Our beloved scribblings on the cloth with chalk. It's all gone.
Not to mention that I eventually spent like an hour or so just ramming a half inflated soccer ball at the wall. In my attempt to leave some kind of memoriam. To vent the sadness that plagues me over the block.
Why?