Ok, so it's official! There is one week left before I enter the biggest exam in my life so far. The BAC not only marks the end of high school, but it means the end of life as I know it. Many have told me, after passing the exam "Dude, it wasn't such great deal", but I can't help but feeling I'mma miss going to school every day...

I'm gonna miss kicking my alarm clock across the room every morning at 6:40 and being so sleepy that I could even kill someone.
I'm gonna miss the morning coffee at the cafeteria, with Di and the school guard trying to chase us off to classes.
Or how small kids would come asking us for a fire to light their cigarettes and we asked them "how old are you?" "umm...thirteen?" "nop, no smoking for you today".
I'm never going to forget the mass class-dodging, or filming during the class.
Mr. Ilie, the head-master! He always looked like the typical extra-uber-rough teacher, but always thoughtful with his students: "So...you're supposed to do 3 classes on Wednesday?" "...yeees" "...you'd better not bother waking up in the morning, then...I will see no trace of you at school on Wednesday, understood?"

...to be continued...