It was the end of the school day and it was raining heavily. I think it was the last day of school for the year. I walked from the gym and outside. When I made it to the small grassy hill leading to the busses, I realised I couln't get up. I kept falling due to a strong wind. I was wearing formals so it was even harder. Everyone in the school was watching from the busses, but I couldn't see their faces. I think this repsents the fear of not enjoying the holidays, by not being able to relax due to the torturous mental conditioning known as the 5 days of school/2 days of weekend calendar. I fear the holidays will slip away from me and the new school year will come too quickly.