This article will be the last I ever write from Winchester College, and by extension, for Letters from the Dorm. By the time you read this, I will have sat all but two of my public exams, and will be a mere 10 days away from finishing secondary school forever.
Have no fear, though: all good things must come to an end. Without change and resolution, society would be stuck in an endless, never-progressing and futile cycle.
Next year, I'll be moving on to bigger and better things - I'll be spending my gap year working at a law firm and volunteering at a heroin rehabilitation centre - just as I hope the writer who replaces my slot will one day do, too.
If you've been a regular reader, I'd like to thank you for your loyalty, and hope that my musings on my life at Winchester College have been, in some way, useful. I feel as if I've come a long way, and I'd like to think my journey has not been in vain.
When I wrote my first piece for the column, which detailed the story of me losing my laptop at London's Heathrow airport, I had no idea how long my position as an Young Post Dorm writer would last - let alone what I would be writing about in my final submission. But here I am, reminiscing like a much older man.
I've guided you through almost every aspect of the boarding school experience, from the food, sports and competitions, to the all-important final stage of exams and university applications.
Yet if I could leave you with one thought, it's the following: all this time, I've been writing about my experiences and reactions, but it has, of course, been for your benefit - if any of what I've written for the column has interested, or dare I say, inspired you, I would urge you to go out and make your own memories as a student living abroad. I have no regrets from my time here; I'm sure you won't either, wherever you choose to go.
For the last time: goodbye, and good luck on your travels.