A Universe Trapped in a Labyrinth

This is my boring and interesting and teenager life spanning from age 15 to 18 (May 2015-August 2018)
Within you'll find many re-inventions of myself, boy trouble, school trouble and life trouble. (Plus interesting bits I thought I would include as well).
Do you dare to enter the maze?


114. An end to an era


2nd July 2016

So this is it. The end of my secondary school life. Updating this diary has been on somewhat of a hiatus due to the stress of end of year exams and the run up to prom, I’ll explain those in turn before I talk about any future prospects.

First of all exams; the one thing that can make you doubt yourself because you couldn’t remember a figure or phrase or method. I frankly have no clue what my grades might look like come results day because my confidence has been knocked that much. I haven’t had the worst effects from exams though because I haven’t had any panic attacks or extreme anxiety or loss of sleep. Some of my friends only had four hours of sleep on some nights due to staying up for revision, but I still had my eight or more hours. Exams provided me with a strict routine:

I would get up at nine and watch Jeremy Kyle.

At 10:30 (when JK finished) I would then spend an hour revising.

I would have a ten-fifteen minute break and then have another hour or so of revision.

If I had a one o clock exam I would leave for twelve, if I didn’t have an exam that day I would pick up revision around about from three to five o clock and then I would be done for the day. Nine o clock exams were the bane of my existence because I felt less prepared, and the early morning blues fogged my brain for precious hours before I could even think of revising.

I’ll have to wait until August 25th for my results which is a hell of a long wait for them, but I’m not dwelling on what I’ve got. Whatever I’ve got will have to be enough for me even if it’s not the A* I was so hoping for.

June 21st was the end of my sixteen exams and I was ever so glad to rid my room of clutter. The clutter was in the form of the thousands of revision sheets, notes, books and everything of the educational sort that I will never need again. I filled the recycling bin twice with it all.

I then had a week or so before the leaver’s assembly where I was greeted with nostalgic photos and memories from my five year experience. That was nothing to the run up to prom.

I’ve been preparing for prom since February, when I first bought my dress. Ever since then it’s been a hunt for all of the accessories and places for hair, makeup and nails.

I was anxious for my first spray tan because I had seen some of the girls be more orange than what could be perceived as tangerine. It wasn’t so bad either, it was a light tan that made me look like I’d been on holiday for a week. Why did I write that in past tense? It’s still here! Spray tans are hard to get off I tell you.

Last of all prom was last Thursday (30th June) and despite the stress of the morning and getting to all of the necessary appointments, it was a great night. For the first hour or two I was more bored than I would’ve liked but once I let loose and started to dance, I didn’t want to leave.

Life is what you make it and it isn’t going to be worth it if you just sit there and let it pass you by. I will remember every last moment of that night even if I don’t see or hear from the majority of people in my year.

Now my future prospects is to be an adult!


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