Best weekend. I hate this Sunday feeling. It starts around 8 o'clock in the evening when you can feel Monday aproaching, when you know you'll have to get into bed soon, when you don't want to sleep because you know as soon as you wake up you have to get on that train and get into work. Procrastinating. It makes me wonder about the people at work. Sometimes they're in the office all weekend. 7 days a week. 9 til 9. That gives them very little time to explore the wonders of the world, no matter how big or small. I cherish my weekends like never before. It's not like when you're at sixth form and every day is a weekend; you're always with your friends, you always feel relaxed, you learn a little, you laugh a lot. Sit on the cricket pitch. Skive on the cricket pitch. Eat on the cricket pitch. Stroll home, because you're in no hurry. You're with your friends, the longer the better. You wake up, you're late, it doesn't matter. Half term. Summer holidays. Afternoon mass. Supply teachers. Those teachers who treat you like actual adults. Colour coded revision. Lack of revision. Panic revision. New friends, new surroundings, new atmosphere. It all became familiar. It all became old. It all becomes mere memories.