Posted on March 18, 2005.

Today was a great day, but carried with it not-so-great repercussions. I had the second half of my Cambridge psychological testing. It was similar to the previous week - again, a spatial awareness test and a visual reasoning, although these were harder than last week. The final bit was a very simple maths test; the only catch with it seemed to be that the questions were set out in the form "I have one hundred and seventy three cassettes. I sell nineteen. How many do I have left?" That is to say the numbers were written out. Those of us that were maths students found it great, but there were those who haven't done maths since GCSE, and so understandably found it difficult. Nonetheless, everyone on the way out found themselves 10 pounds richer. After a short break we then proceeded to having our tutor group photos taken - outside. Only two weeks since we were graced with the mass of snow, it could be said that today spring had finally sprung. The grass had 'riz'. There was no need to 'wonder where the birdies is'; they were providing a quintessential audio backdrop. The sun was shining, there were few clouds in the sky, and those that were there shared our sense of lethargy and ambled across the sky. It was such a beautiful day that I managed to wrangle my way into having my last three hours of lessons in the gardens - two hours of maths, and an hour of Chemistry AEA. I would be lying if I said the lessons were some of my most productive, but they were certainly some of my most pleasant. AEA was rounded off with that well known sport of ancients, the cross-school bench race. Naturally, Marcus and I won - through guile rather than outright physical prowess, but a win is a win.

However, this leads me to the repercussions. Today was a such a great day and on the way home I dwelled on the fact that I have terribly few days left at the school. It seems like no time at all since my first lesson with Mr. Wright, where he warned us that we only had about 20 terms at the school and it would go faster than we could imagine or want it to. I don't think any of us believed him at the time, but look at us now. I've enjoyed my time at CRGS enormously and I don't want it to come to an end. Yes, I'm happy to have an offer from Cambridge waiting for me - dependant on my grades - but if I could just do a university course at CRGS with everything else staying as it is, it would be great. Alas, time is against me and I'm going to be stepping out of the front of the school for the last time far sooner than I want to think about. The most I can do is to continue to enjoy the time that I have.

This acknowledgement that I will be leaving the school soon does have a benefit, however - we can toy with ideas of things to do on the last day. Brainstorming, we have come up with a few things to do:

  • Take biology department skeleton; dress in lower-school uniform; hang (high, if possible) from a tree
  • Fill Martin's office with polystyrene packaging
  • Arrange a treasure hunt for Mr. Jenkinson. The best item we came up with for the end was a yearbook (if it is ever made) signed by everyone in the year.

Of course, we need more ideas. But alas, as mentioned, there is not much time so we may have to settle for something tried and tested. I have a couple more ideas, but they're require a lot of preparation (or money); I'm attempting to garner support from… third parties, but I'd be surprised if they agreed. However, it only costs me a second class stamp, so we'll see what happens. No, you're not finding out what it is, but there is a (small) clue in this paragraph.

Finally, about a year ago I won a junior rally day. Unfortunately, I'm not a junior, and the ticket was about to expire this month. One quick email to the company later, and I'm going to be enjoying a 'bird of prey experience' sometime in June, which is of (near) equivalent value. I have flown and fed a barn owl before (at primary school) and thoroughly enjoyed that, so I'm really looking forward to it.