Last day in Year 10 and last exam

Today was quite eventful since it was my last day at school. Tomorrow I'm leaving to Montenegro (well actually to Serbia and then to Montenegro)!!!

We didn't do much at school today. During French we all went outside and imitated teachers in front of M Schneider. And we, obviously, debated the existence of god with Oliver. I didn't really get a chance to say a proper goodbye to anyone except those who do art.

After Art, Rosa and I took a tram to this language school where we had to do the DELF B1 exam. Our exams, coincidently, started at the same time. The exam went a lot better than I thought it would. Unlike Rosa's "examinatrices", mine weren't friendly and would not help me out if I forgot something or didn't quite know what to say. I walked in the examination room confident and presented myself, but I didn't do as well on the role play because I had no idea what to say. 

After the exam, Rosa and I waited for Oliver who did it right after us. All together we went to the lake, took a boat to the other side and had expensive ice cream. We made our way to the botanical gardens and tried to figure out how we suddenly became close friends. Rosa and I also ran through the fountains and got ourselves wet. 

On my way home I started thinking whether I have changed during this school year or if I have matured and came to the conclusion that I'm still the exact same person I was at the start of the year. Except now I don't have any feelings. And I can proudly say that I'm a communist. I realised that you can tell a lot about a person from their handwriting. For example, I would always look back on the notes I made at the start of the year and be like "wow, my handwriting used to be so different". And it is true because in the years before I changed so much during the school year. Nowadays, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between my handwriting at the start of the year and the end of the year because I haven't changed as much. I hope I won't change in Year 11 either. Only to become a stronger and an even more feelingless person.

In conclusion, it could be argued that blah blah pour rien dire, this year didn't go by as fast as my previous years of school. It went at a reasonable, steady speed. I wonder if I regret missing any opportunities. I guess I don't. There were a few moments that I think could've changed a small part of my life, but I'm glad I acted the way I did. 

Good night, minna!