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.
Recently when I see photos, I understand how important they are. Whats the point of going somewhere or seeing something only to forget it in a years time?