School broke up. But, I finished.
For about ten seconds it seemed that gravity had multiplied and I was falling. Fourteen months of freedom was a long way down.
In my school life, everything I knew could be benchmarked and quantified, checked off on lists and, what was more, it all fitted so neatly into a timetable.
There is so much freedom it is making my head hurt to think about it.
All I can say on the subject is, “Weeeeeeeee!”