Well, here I am, lost and confused age eighteen having entered Dunhurst lost and confused age nine. At this stage it's also looking increasingly likely that I'll be leaving Bedales lost and confused in a couple of months to continue my lost and confused life. Lost and confusedness aside I can safely say that Bedales has had a load of happy memories for me.

While I'll never forget Dunhurst, the things I'll remember most are of Bedales: having to live my life under the command of a series of insane housemasters, having to develop resistance to white cider, the ability to consume ten pieces of toast as a main meal each day and late nights on end without sleep.

It's the people in a school and not so much the way it works that makes it special and in the face of a rapidly changing school, we've not done badly as a year and I'll miss you all a lot. No doubt we'll all meet again, probably down the job centre in Pefe the way things are going. Before I get all deep and sentimental and receive a kicking in from one of the IT goons for crying on the keyboard, I'll finish this short piece and wish you all goodbye. Bye for now.

James Downham