That’s the title of the piece I wrote immediately after I got the entrance results. It basically consisted of a number: Two Eight Five Zero, followed by endless rhetoric about lots of things that I thought relevant then. I read it again last week and what struck me most about it was it’s poignancy. Believe me when I say I can write well. It’s like reliving the moment.
But I don’t need the writing to do that now. I’ve got one suppli – Graphics – for the S12 exams. It’s breaking my bones into two. Don’t expect me until they’ve healed over.