So last time we spoke I think I was just coming to the end
of my A-Levels – they’re all done now and I’m currently waiting on the results
which come out on Thursday. I am scared, but for once I kind of believe in
myself and all that I have worked for, so I’m just praying that it all pays off
and that I get in to university.
Ah university. My feelings about going to university tend to
fluctuate a lot; from being excited to down-right petrified. It’s going to be
so strange to move on from my cosy life in a little town filled with family and
memories, to a new city where I have endless capacities of new memories,
friends and ultimately a life to build for myself. I don’t have a “plan B”
which only intensifies my worry but I think it is about time that I actually
start to believe in myself and reap the rewards from my hard work.
I never thought that I would feel so calm about leaving
college, but I guess it won’t feel real until they all go back for another year
and I start moving in to my halls. It will probably hit me and I’ll be a bit dumbstruck.
I spent three life-changing years there and I wouldn’t have altered a single
thing or had it any other way. It’s not so much the building, although I knew
it offered me security, it’s more so the people of whom I am still very much in
contact with and hope to be for a very long time. After-all, these amazing
people have helped me grow and develop in to the Jemma that I am now.
Regardless of Thursday’s outcome, life will still very much
be moving onwards, and either way I will still be starting the next journey of
my life. I do not know the direction in which my life will go, and I kind of
like it that way.
