I’m suddenly highly vigilant of the many layerings of my school uniform,

the heavy piling of the cotton shirt, polyester jumper and woolen blazer

seem to be testing the strength of my shoulders.

What if I trip going up the stairs?

What if my hand’s are too sweaty when I shake Mrs Sutton’s hand?

What if I accidentally step on a Year 7?!

The school’s chapel seems to have installed heaters,

that are not visable to the eye.

Lucikly, I have the final verse of ‘Shine Jesus Shine’

to distract me from my impending doom,

before I have to state my presense to the entirety of the school,

before they call out my name…