students up here also, but only I decided to sit here secluded from everyone else. Directly in front of me are the flaky limestone cliffs in about four layers, which look as if in a few more decades they will fall over. The grass is a mixture of brown and green, and is itching my legs so badly, I feel like I have a rash. The whole grassy area is clustered with compacted brown sand and little clumps of mud. On my left side, the sun is burning down on me and to my right I feel a cool breeze. The combination of the two striking my body at the same time makes me feel uncomfortable and uneasy. I also strongly feel the humidity rising from the ground making me feel sticky. There are second year boys trying desperately to control the large black and white spherical-shaped footballs that seem to be going everywhere besides where they want them to.

I start to feel sweaty, as flies constantly fly aroound my head, and teeny little white bugs fly on my paper and as soon as I flick one off, two or three more jump back on. Kisdadees are high up in the trees calling to one another, as crows caw and frighten them away. I hear a loud roaring noise and turn to see a bike rallying up the hill. I start to wish I was already 16 and had the comfort of owning my own bike. Gym teacher Mr. Manders jokingly shouts at the boys while Mrs. Phillips brings the laughing and giggling girls up to the netball court.

I watch the slow-moving clouds trying to find shapes in the white fluffiness, but cannot se anything but big globs of marshmallow. Tiny ants crawl around, walking miles before finding food three times their weight and having to carry it all the way back home. A breeze blows and I feel cooler, as I watch yellow and reddish brown butterflies fly around playing in the air.

To my far left are trees, nothing but trees and bushes, and as I look around, I see I am surrounded by them. Trees of all different shades are changing with the season. Dark green, light green, yellow, orange and reddish-brown; the colours of autumn. They blow and shake in the little bit of wind that I hardly feel. Sitting here, I notice all the changes that take place with the season.

Things I saw in summer have slowly changed to take on an autumn look. In winter, they will again change, with the trees losing their colourful leaves, and the abundance of bugs and insects being seen less and less.

GISELLE MING 4R Berkeley Institute