As the start of a new year is upon us it seems only right to dream about the future. So, rather than reflecting on what has been a gloomy year, I have decided to look forward at the things 2021 will offer. I can genuinely not wait for a new start to the year and a breath of fresh air. Although the current situation hasn't changed it feels only right to leave 2020 in the dust and hope for a better year.
I have come to the realisation that I am only able to write well when my life is in chaos or I have absolutely nothing to do. Today is thankfully mostly the latter as I have now finished my first term of university! Isn’t that crazy. It still hasn’t fully sunk in that I am actually in university, it still feels unreal. It of course doesn’t help that all of my lectures are online so I am actually experiencing like 10% of university but...
After much deliberation and indecisive contemplation I have decided to start up my blog again. It has been nearly two years since I have last written a post and this feels almost alien to be back writing again purely for fun. Or in my case writing at all due to the nature of my A level choices. Unsurprisingly, the captivating choices of Maths, Chemistry and Physics didn't leave me with many opportunities for extended writing, which as a result has caused me to forget how to effectively use punctuation. Not that I was very good to begin with.
My goodness. I have not done this in a while.
Near the end of the holidays I realised that I had accomplished nearly nothing (once again). In hindsight that probably isn't that terrible considering the amount of stress I had put myself under for the last couple months. But near the end of the holidays I decided to get up off my lazy bum and apply for a job for the first time at Mcdonalds.
Then it dwelled on me. I had my results in my hand. I walked to a quieter corner of the room and slowly opened the letter. I took a little peek at first just to double check I didn't have to hide my face from the world. Saw the numbers and then put it back.
Its the day before I collect my GCSE results and I am sweating beads. I know... I shouldn't be, there's nothing I can do to change what that slip of paper says tomorrow. And yet, here I am panicking anyways.
The first week of ncs has come to an end and boy, oh boy, what a journey it was.
As my summer holidays begin, my list of things I want to do in summer increases daily, if not hourly. The list you see before you is what I am hoping to achieve before school makes it's way back around again, and is very much needed before boredom sets in to replace my impromptu excitement.
Preparing for prom has got to be one of the most stressful things I have ever encountered. Of course as a guy, there are less options, so therefore things should be easier right? Wrong.