Tuesday 18th June 11.30pm day eighteen: 11.30pm – suits Longer day. Spent period one doing French work with Eleanor and period two writing up some English notes; French involved creating a news report and presenting it (highly entertaining). Wandered down to the Music block to pick up some shoes for Emily with Tortie, and ended up chatting to Beth for ten minutes. Headed back to the Sixth Form building to find Emily and eventually sat down with her and a group of others for some card games. In the background, our Principal was being interviewed – for BBC Newsnight, who were at school all day today. They must have thought we looked somehow interesting – because they started filming us once the interview was done! We headed off to afternoon lessons joking about autograph signing and fame. English, and then a relaxed music lesson spent listening to our set pieces and discussing them a little. Went home for a short time, but then Dad took me back into school to meet Mum for a UCAS evening. Useful and interesting, and spoke to both the Principal and Mr G, the Head of Sixth Form, about universities and the Magazine. Talked stuff over with Mum. Struggled for a picture. My suits caught my eye as I changed, and I thought about this time last year, when I barely knew the school which is now so important to me.

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Monday 17th June 10.30pm day seventeen: 10.20pm – Skype with Jamie Woke up utterly shattered again, with a full day of lessons ahead of me. Thankfully now that exams are finished lessons at the moment aren’t focused towards exams and so on, so it’s possible to take it a bit easier. Had debates in my first French lesson and wrote CVs and covering letters in our second. Third was English – more work onĀ Othello – followed by lunch spent talking to various people about Saturday night. The afternoon was taken up first by Music, which was a hilariously competitive lesson, and then History, spent working on our research projects. Went to my singing lesson. Voice was a bit shot following Springsteen but the hour was fun and went well. Was so tired when I got home I’ve barely done anything all evening, until Jamie called and I realised I didn’t have a photograph.

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Sunday 16th June 9.30pm day sixteen – 3.40pm: a day on trains A slightly less exciting day, though woke with the sun as the light streamed through Camelot’s curtains. Jonny served up bacon sandwiches for breakfast, followed by apple crumble and custard. breakfast Eventually we were on our way to Liverpool Street, where we met Susan, who used to look after Rosa when we lived in London and both parents worked. My train was cancelled so I had to detour myself to Cambridge (I later found out that a train from Norwich had derailed) and then on to Norwich from there. It was a bit of a drag but quite easy; wrote up day fifteen on the train to Cambridge with a woman looking over my shoulder, and spotted another Springsteen fan on my last train. I had a riding lesson which was difficult and a little frustrating but good all the same; rode a lovely little mare called Chesty who I would love to get to know better. Got home and suddenly realised the weekend was over. Sleep.

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Saturday 15th June written Sunday 16th June day fifteen – 9.45pm: Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band, Wembley Stadium Wow. Hectic journey to the train station due to some freak weather (a thunderstorm close by; a lot of rain, and enough hail on the roads to make it feel like January again due to the ice…) but all was calm once we were on the train with Jonny. A man near us was wearing a Wrecking Ball t-shirt – the first flutters of anticipation began to pulse through me ahead of this evening: Bruce Springsteen’s concert at Wembley Stadium. As we passed the Olympic Park I was fondly reminded of the events of last summer, particularly day fifty-nineĀ – can it really be almost a year since London 2012? It doesn’t feel that long at all – until I start considering what has taken place since then. We ate lunch at Liverpool Street and then sat on the tube to Uxbridge, timing how long our journey to Wembley later was likely to take. Took a bus and then walked to the marina, where I finally met Jonny’s boat, Camelot; he had kindly offered that we spend the night aboard her. She is truly stunning. inside Camelot The weather wasn’t ideal, but we took Camelot out for a brief cruise anyway. All was fine until we reached the end of our journey, when the rain really began to pour. a lot of rain on the canal We took shelter until it calmed and made our way to the bus stop beneath blue skies. Said goodbye to Jonny, and started to get excited. Spotted more fans in Springsteen tops – but this was nothing compared with the immense crowd we joined outside the Stadium. When we caught sight of the queue for the pitch we were suddenly glad we hadn’t bought standing tickets, and made our way up towards the seated entrances having spent nearly all our money on t-shirts and a programme for ourselves. Wembley Stadium merchandise You know you’re going to be high up when you have to take three escalators to reach your seats. We were on the highest tier(level five) and 29 rows up. It took a little time to adjust to the height but we soon realised the seats weren’t bad at all – though we were incredibly envious of those trickling into the Golden Circle, who would be close enough to touch the Boss. Bought the World’s Most Expensive water bottles (and weren’t allowed to have the lids) and settled to wait, watching the already enormous crowd below continue to grow, and the seats around us begin to fill. We ended up on a row full of middle-aged women, and laughed at the fact that most of the people our age were here with their parents. this… to this! It was about 7.20pm when we heard the first tingling sounds of the harmonica, and though the stadium was not yet filled the crowd was roaring; Wembley…

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Friday 14th June 11.30pm day fourteen: 9.00pm – sharp Well here it is, the inevitable: the first photograph of my summer onehundred that both I absolutely hate and have to use. Woke up shattered, as I’d predicted. Talked over my day yesterday with Dad on the way into college and was showered with the news of a few rumours that are making their way around in form. Had double History first thing in which we focused on our extended projects – this is all we’re doing for the rest of term and then all through summer – for the first half, and then watched a programme dramatising Hitler’s life (I say ‘watched’: Mr D fast-fowarded through the first episode and explained what was going on so as to save time, since it is unnecessary yet useful for the course). Music third which we spent tidying up the Music Block in preparation for Music Open Day tomorrow morning, which unfortunately I am unable to attend. I cleared out Miss W’s shelves which contained about three years’ worth of scrap paper and old sheets. Spent lunch reading and then had fourth period free, in which Hetty and I finished our French homework. It took us longer than we thought and we were late to our lesson. Eleanor gave us white chocolate as we wrote CVs in French. Dad and I talked politics on the way home, but I pretty much crashed into bed straight away. Rosa encouraged me out into the driveway for pictures but the light wasn’t quite right, and the only shoes I had to hand were the excruciatingly painful ones, so I stumbled across our gravel drive in bare feet, and thought about the time I walked two miles home with no shoes on. ‘Painful freedom’ I called it then, and I still agree now.

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