Today saw me clear of my last ever term-time class at Sangju Girls Middle School (pictured above), on Saturday the curtain will fall on the semester leaving the school corridors bereft of their indefatigable life blood, and hollow as they resort to repeating - in their hush - the apologetic footsteps and half hearted laughter of the few who choose to enrol on summer study programmes, all of which will serve only to emphasise the very absence they punctuate. And the record will show that we were hitherto fantastic, so young, and at times so alive that the very essence of death could have been cast in our curriculum, and no one would have cared, either to disseminate, or to study it.
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