Three Days

I have just three days left of high school. Scared, sad and excited are all adjectives that enter my mind when I think of what this means.

It means saying goodbye to the peers that I have grown up with, the teachers that have mentored me and the system that I'm used to.

I'm scared, because as I said, I'm used to the school system, and next years is going to be completely different. I'm moving out, an hour away from home, and miles away from my friends. I will know no one where I'm going.

I'm sad, because I know I won't see half these people ever again.

I'm excited, because I know the future will bring me new opportunities, new friendships and maybe a new lease on life.

PS. Although this blog is all about me, I really love to hear the accounts of what happened to you when you were my age, especially if it relates to a blog. Let's swap stories!

Wake Up Call

My final year at high school is starting to get stressful. I've only got about eight weeks left, and that's pretty frightening.

I have to look at what universities I want to go to, and then where I'm going to live - because there's no way I'm staying at home. 

I've also got exams next week, which I should be studying for as I type out this, but I can't be bothered. Despite the stress, I'm severely lacking in motivation.

I'm sure it will all hit me when I fail these exams. What I need is a big wake up call.