I've left college. I officially finished yesterday. Once my exams are done, I will be out of full-time education and ready to go off into the big wide world.
My last day was pretty pathetic. No big send-off. No emotional goodbye. It was every year 13 sat in a hall, listening to a priest trying to convince us to join a church for an hour. And then we ate horrible free food that the useless canteen staff made, and we went to the pub.
I had fun, kind of. My friends made the boring assembly much more entertaining. And going to the pub was fun. Reminiscing, laughing, joking, insulting each other, and talking about the weird men sat near us. But I didn't feel happy. I didn't feel carefree. Part of me didn't want to go to the pub. I don't know why - I just didn't look forward to it.
I wasn't sad. I just felt.. drained.
To me, what was apparently an important day in my life was just another day I'd just about managed to get through.
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