Ohhh it's tomorrow Well today now as it's unsurprisingly past midnight. Can see me and all my girlfriends cheekily sipping champagne hasitily awaiting the limo, squealing as it pulls up into the drive being onlooked my half of Lauren's road. It'll be a trial not to cry tomorrow, seeing all my best friends looking so beautiful. Not to mention the importance and relevance of why we're having a ball. School is finished. Now I'm well known for my rants and raves on a daily basis about my place of education. Not at all was it moans at the fact I had an education, I'd never take that for granted ever. It's the way my school went about teaching. I'll never grasp the whole power/respect thing, how they'd be able to literally take your shoes off you if they weren't leather. Don't even get me started on the topic of uniform. Still, I will miss it so, just because it was a routine that I'd been used to for so so long. School and I were like a marriage. There were good days and bad days but in my mind I'd always compramise it just to get through, just to get the grades. So far it seems I treated my education in a very cold and clinical manner but I didn't most of the time. Of corse the fun times were down to my friends, my amazing friends turning every downer point to the day into a cheery giggle. But it was also down to a select few teachers. I think the fact that you don't really realise how much teachers effect your way of thinking about the subject/area or even way of life in that relevance becomes clear until you aren't with them anymore throws me completely. They managed to tap into my unconscious (not an easy feat!) and inspire me before I even knew, they've given me passion and direction in my life and for that I'm so very greatful. It's almost like a secondary up-bringing. Any way back to the original topic of the Leavers Ball, I am deadly excited.