dozyrosie345

By dozyrosie345

How I remember the sound of the school bell ...

as I ran up the road, late - as ever - for registration.

My old Secondary School.
Though when I was there I wasn't taking photos of it:
a) at night time, and
b) under the influence of rather a lot of alcohol.

It was an entertaining moment in time as a friend of mine (who went to a rival private school) shouted about league tables and how rubbish my school was in comparison to hers.

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