Exam season has finished for me and what does that mean? I can be the lonely lion again!
And boy have I missed myself…
Anyway, what better time to come back than my birthday! Did you get me a present? No? Well this is awkward…
That’s right, the lonely turns one today and, not to be a cliche, but really, it’s been that long?
I’m gonna keep this one short and sweet (except not really cause all I did was wish myself happy birthday) as I have a date with a Domino’s pizza *inhales deeply*.
I probably should have made this post more interesting by writing it when I wasn’t so… preoccupied.
So today I discovered that my English exam next term is to write a blog post.
I know, this should be a simple task for me as I write multiple blogs every week (OK, maybe not every week but I do my best). However, I am finding that this clash of hobby and examination has left me quite unnerved.
It has also made it increasingly difficult to hide the fact I do have a blog.
‘Does anyone in here have a blog?’ the teacher asked only to be replied with the blank faces of my class mates.
‘Pfft, who has a blog nowdays?’ asked the girl sitting next to me, her answer from me being a nervous laugh and a change of subject.
I also began to sweat what can only be descried as an unnatural and cascading amount as the teacher began searching for blogs written by teenagers, I mean, I know she’d have to scroll pretty far down to find this blog but boy was that the most stressful half hour I’ve ever spend to google.
I was also vaguely shocked by all the language features that are apparently squeezed into every blog post. Is it just me that simply writes what comes to their head? Is this an absolutely awful blog? Actually… don’t answer that…
Anyway, I have now wasted half an hour of the time I was meant to be using writing practice blog posts.
Oh the irony.
When I go back to school I will be in year 10 and starting GCSE’s which is, well, terrifying as I am the laziest person I know.
Anyway, I was thinking today, why do they make us do important exams that determine the rest of our lives when we are most likely to fail? I mean, we take them when we’re 15 and 16, and when we’re 15 and 16 we either want to be sleeping or out of the house. Not revising. My point is, I’M SO SCARED.