Anyway, please read that short paragraph that I posted on the 14th of Jan, Wed. And comment on the tagboard. To think it all started with a short jog down a corridor with the wind in my face. And the purpose of the short jog? To switch staircases to get to my classroom. Such an inane action, and yet it sparks off a literary action. Perhaps I shall put it in my next composition and score better marks. Anyway, enough of the rambling. I need my beauty sleep anyway.
Signing off,
ex-current-persona non grata.
(heh. it means a non-acceptable person. Perhaps I am, I will never know...)