Crazy What You Could've Had
And Tie It All Up With Spring...
Well, hopefully, I'm over my escapaade of the last while,
and I'll just finish off with a few explanations.
I don't normally pick up pieces of paper, but then I rarely
see parts of essays on the floor.
Public school is very much a style of being in England,
rather than just having attended such an establishment. I
goes hand-in-hand with the upper middle classes, and thus
contains a lot of pretentious fools who assert their
(nonsensical) superiority over the working classes, and
generally go around flaunting their parents wealth, and
assuming that makes them better people.
And tomorrow I leave the 1800s.