Endings

Evening folks, apologies for missing a post but I totally messed up my schedule in my head! I'll blame the fact that I've been focussing on finishing the first drafts of my dissertations for my classes this year. This, and the fact that at 1.30 on a Friday, I'm able to be sitting in Starbucks enjoying a Chai Latte rather than sweating it out in class, is that I am hurtling towards my last days of school. With prom planning, sixth year holiday gossip, and a good dose of pre-exam stress, it's easy to forget that the end of my high school is a huge thing, a real 'end of an era' situation. 

When I first started High school, I hated it, going from a relatively little primary school with about 180 pupils, to a high school of over 1500- was daunting to say the least. I then fell out with most of my friends and made a bit of a mess of being an eleven year old. However, like everyone, I found my market, and unlike the majority of the people on Tumblr, I have truly loved my high school years. I have the most brilliant group of friends and I love the way we all socialise. I'm lucky enough that the majority of my friends live near me so I've had a real neighbourhood feel to growing up and I was able to enjoy the vast majority of my subjects too. Except higher maths. I don't want to talk about higher maths. 

Now, in September I will be heading off to University, most probably in Glasgow- which is one of my favourite cities in the world. Quite a few of my friends are going through to Glasgow too, so I won't be completely alone, but there is a really daunting 'fish out of water' feeling, that sends me right back to that terrified eleven year old standing in the busy concourse full of rowdy, self confident 2nd years who seemed to have it all figured out. Endings suck, and no doubt when Leavers Day and Prom come around, I will be a sobbing wreck. However, if I could tell that scared Eleven year old how amazing the next six years would be, and that that scary concourse would become a crowded, littered second home, then I would. Which I hope means that come Summer 2019, when (hopefully) complete my fourth year of Uni, I will look back and laugh, thinking how stupid I was to think that my high school years were the best, when I still had four amazing years in an amazing city studying something I love to look forward to. No doubt that 21 year old will be scared for entering the world of work properly, but that's life, one scary, and ultimately brilliant, experience after the other. 

That stupid old saying 'One door closes and another one opens' may be cliched, but cliches are cliche for a reason, and hopefully you guys can come along with me over my next four years of hangovers, rushed deadlines and ultimately messing up whilst blogging a whole lot more. 

I'm planning on enjoying the next few months of high school safety, but I also cannot wait for what's still to come. 

See you guys on Sunday!!