Nearing the end of seven years at KEHS, there's a certain amount of nostalgia knocking around in my bloodstream. As with any period in a person's life, there have been things I've loved, and things I've hated. My best and worst days (so far) have been spent in that building, though for four of those seven years the 'worst days' threatened to override the best.

But this is something I've always loved, something that never fails to touch me. It's part of why I like staying behind after school, standing on the steps, watching the art block and the trees shimmering lightly in front of it and the cars streaming softly behind it. In the middle of rush hour there's a sort of peace. And then someone walks round the corner of the art block and into the light, and just like that they complete the picture, and I always wish that I have my camera on me. Well, one time I did. So now I can remember what I'll miss.