i don't want to go back to school.
i don't want to go back to school.
i don't want to go back to school.

that seems to sum it all up.

still, i am told that sarah, last night, saying her bedtime prayers, asked for "auntie min to be very happy and please look after her and let her have good friends and do her work well." that seems to cover all the angles. i have a good niece. *beam* perhaps i shall be brave, and perhaps i shall be alright.