oh year nine.

things that make me smile: scraggly bunches of young phresh macrob, melbourne high and random other school combinations standing in small circles near the ticket barrier at box hill, and passing a particular group comprising of two guys and three girls, where everyone's body language is rather shy and slightly held-back except for the scrawny kid with the tiny head, almost fobbishly short hair and a pristine woolly blazer that is clearly too big for his shoulders, lapel laiden with clumsily proud badges--form captain, maths extension, macrob school badge. pallas glints at me and I am reminded irresistably of 2008. "let's swap ties!" hah.