last day of term...

[Zyle]

I've just handed my last essay of the term in. It's a beautiful day, the sun is luring us to the terrace of Kingsgate Cafe which overlooks the river. There's not a cloud in sight. College is rife with shorts and t-shirts. It's truly a beautiful day.

But two of my group have already left. I have to start packing now. The most beautiful day of the year so far, and we have to leave. 5 weeks away from this. I don't want to go home... this *is* home.


So hoist up the John B sail,
See how the main sail sets,
Call on the captain,
I'm sure he'll let me go home,
I want to go home,
I want to go home,
I feel so broke,
oh shit, I want to go home,
TO HATFIELD, TO HATFIELD, TO HATFIELD!
- sloop John B; the Hatfield song.