Blast From The Past At Cambridge :(

I am absolutely fuming! I have had the worst day ever! A blast from the past is NEVER good when you’re me. You’re probably thinking to yourself right now ‘what is she going on about?’ well let me tell you. It happened this morning, at around 10 o’clock. I was sitting in my art lesson with my notebook and a pen taking notes about wonderful cultural photography we were being shown. But then it changed to war photography which was all a little too familiar for my liking.  So I start to rummage down my bag to past time, I look up and what do I see? My heart is racing and I feel like someone is strangling me, I try to gasp for air whilst my body is literally burning with embarrassment. On the screen was me. Yes me. Memories began pouring in. Blood, sweat and fear. Before my very eyes a small little black girl holding a women’s hand, crying, standing on top of dead bodies, my own dad’s photography. I grabbed my bag and cradled it in my arms like a baby, swung my scarf around my neck and used my other hand to carry my notebook and pencil case. I rushed out through the door not looking back. How am i going to explain this to my dad or my best friend? I can’t tell them, it’s humiliating. I’ll have to lie, after all you know my famous saying ‘you can lie to anyone but you can’t lie to yourself’. I’m just going to try and pretend like this never even happened! ARGH.