Bananas

At some point this morning I realised the only conversations I'd had with people so far had been about either the history coursework or the Oxbridge interviews and it was clear that that was basically how the day was going to progress, so I feigned illness ("Oh Naomi, I feel so sick, can you tell Miss J I've gone home? okthanksbye") and just came back here, where one banana sandwich and a vitamin C drink later, I feel much better. Away from the general hullabaloo it becomes clear that these things - unis, interviews, Assessment Objectives, textbooks, historians, prefect duties, emails, colleges, BMATs, ELATs, memory sticks, free periods, exam boards, Track passwords, library books, ink cartridges, homework diaries, student forums, prospectuses, predicted grades, actual grades &c. &c. &c. - are a lot less important than they're made out to be. And there are so many things that are more important.

Just reread this and remembered how lovely it is -

Coffin Path Poem

My habit of late-light walking
will mirror my life, how in its twilight
I'll rush out saying, how beautiful -
has it been like this all day?

Helen Farish