"Back to school"

Those three words are never too fun to hear.
However this time around it feels a little bit different. It’s almost as though I want to go to school… for I know that every day I spend there now is one day closer to finishing. I’ve enjoyed high school immensely over the last five and a half years, and have certainly not wished it away. But now with only six months remaining I’m ready to finish. Ready to move on.

It almost feels like the calm before the storm at the moment. They next half year will be extremely hectic, with very little time for rest between immense loads of study, work and socialising.

But I’m prepared. I’ve never been disorganised, and that’s going to be a quality which will help me more than ever in the coming months. I don’t get brilliant results, but they’re good. Enough. At the end of the day, my aim is to get into the course I want and I’m on track to do that.

So as I say “back to school” for what will possibly be the last time, I know I’m approaching the beginning of the end. It’s an end that will be rewarding if I make it so – and I certainly have the ability to do that.

See you on the other side.