In dodo's head

And you make my battles yours, For that there's gratitude. But when you make it all you, you, you, And leave me no control, When you hog over the remote control of my life, And dictate the terms and conditions, There's a rebellion in my very soul's existence. Stifled, A feeling of Claustrophobia taking over, Breathing space, there's none. There's a fear within, The world will swoop past, While I am still bound by the chains of my sustenance.

From the moment my father handed me that first book which I hungrily demolished in a matter of days, it has been a dream, to study amidst its dreamy spires and brush shoulders with its legendary figures. Visiting King's Cross and the highlands of Scotland only served to cement my decision further. No prizes for guessing the Institute of Interest then. Attending a mundane university with the rest of the muggles holds no promise or excitement for someone like me, who is convinced that it is in the magical school of Hogwarts where I belong. Over the years, with each book of the series devoured, I have admired afar the interesting curriculum offered at Hogwarts. The sheer variety of interesting subjects offered is reason enough for me to pack my bags and zip my way through to Platform 9 3/4 and board the next Hogwarts Express to Hogwarts. Astronomy, Dark Arts, Flying, Potions, Transfiguration and Charms are so much more indispensable to human existence than the ubiquitous Biolo...