This pocket watch is no longer working, so it is
permanently frozen at a quarter to eight - one can't help wondering what
happened at that time, to make the hands freeze.
There are times where things end even when we are
unprepared to let it go. Although there hasn't been enough time to create a
plausible part of the future to go next, it is impossible to linger - because
it is time to leave and move on, out of the way for the next group of people to
come in. That is the thing about schools; they only get good when it gets to
the last year, or perhaps the last term, and suddenly it doesn't seem like the
horrendous hole which you've been trying to get out of for a long time - it
seems like a haven, a built in routine where you know exactly where each and
every room is, and who the people are. But then of course when familiarity
sinks in, so does time; and it is time to depart, on to the next school which
will follow the same cycle of adaptation.
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