Goodbye my Harrow

I'm leaving... in like two hours. So of course, I spent my last night at the student bar, the Undercroft.

I had some stuff I was throwing out that I mentioned in an earlier blog post, so what I decided to do with the help of my lovely assistants is dress the sign at the parking lot which is right next to the main entrance to the university. The sign got to wear a five live t shirt that had a hole in it, a broken bra, my winter coat that I no longer need, my killer heels that hurt too much to justify space in my backpack and my orange and black stripey tights I wore to dress up like a witch... oh and the witches hat as well.

Here are the results;



I call it... I love Harrow. Especially when it makes me laugh.

This was right next to the main entrance of uni, I hope it is still there in the morning and people coming in to study for their exams get a good laugh out of it.

But speaking of laughing, I'm so drained after this night of farewells that I came back in the door and burst in to uncontrollable sobbing. And I'm not normally like that. So strange, I feel very weird.

Goodbye Harrow.