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Let me begin my thread with what has made this thought seed.
I don't know if anyone noticed but i was away from April 6th to April 14th. For 8 days i was gonig skiing with my friends, a school trip in Les Arcs in the French Alps. We left on the 6th by coach and arrived at our hotel at around midday on the 7th.
We had an amazing time skiing .. ugh, it was the first time i had been, discluding 3 hours on dry slopes which were completely belittled by just putting my ski's on for the first time on real snow. First day was a bit boring, without sounding too arrogant, i was better than most beginners - luckily that afternoon we were split into 2 groups, a higher and a lower, i ended up in the higher group. Even that first day going down a ridiculously flat blue run was amazing, for those of you unfamiliar with skiing blue runs are the easiest runs beside from green slopes (nursery slopes).
Anyway, after the skiing we returned to the hotel, got our money, went to the village which was picturesque - i mean you're on the side of a mountain, and luckily enough i was with my best friends - we went to the shops, bought crepes and so forth. Eventually we went and ate the terrible hotel food, which would lead us further on in the week to buy pizza's instead of the dinner. Every night we would go to the pub, apart from two ngihts where we stayed at the hotel bar because there was a fight at the pub in which i ended up stopping a puppy from being hurt and pulling my friend back because he was laughing at the two people fighting. We continued this routine for the whole week, for search of a better word seeing as routine makes the time seem boring; the slopes got harder day by day, on the penultimate day, which i would argue was the highlight for skiing, we were on our 4th black run, 3226m high and feeling unstoppable.
On the 13th we boarded the coach and made our way back to London.
That's when you start feeling it. Back to London ... i mean, don't get me wrong, i am privelaged to have grown up in such a place. But it's just the thought of coming back and having to be stuck in my house all day, doing my homework, doing my revision, preparing for exams - it just seems so mundane.
We got back on the 14th, turning up at those ugly green school gates, i would say menacing but i think prison-like is more fitting. Of course, it's great to see your mum and your brother again, but then you get home and sit down.
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All the excitement is gone, you're back in normality .. i don't get it. I just have this yearning to be with my friends, do things. Have that freedom and fun. Here i am, 6 days on from returning and i'm looking forward to going back to school for mainly the wrong reasons - to simply see my friends! I know i'm not going to be able to see them much outside of school for the next two months because i'm going to, hopefully, be overwhelmed in revision.
But anyways, the reason why i'm making this thread is because i was wondering, who else has got this? The feeling of coming from something so, i guess enlightening .. back to the same swing of things - and just feeling that everything is so small. Is that a good thing even? Just discuss, has it happend to you, can you relate to this - whatever.
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Oh, and please, for the love of all that is Pwnage .. put some thought into what you're writing.
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