the end of year 13 & the beginning of a blog

Hi,

My name is Lowri, I am eighteen years old & I have decided to start a blog.

There are a few reasons why I am doing this. Firstly, I am about to embark on a seemingly endless summer before I (hopefully!) begin university. Left to my own devices, I could easily spend these next 14 weeks doing absolutely nothing, but I want to do something productive and make use of this time. Secondly, it feels like life is changing or it is at least about to. I can’t begin to count how many diaries I have started and subsequently abandoned, but I really want to document this! Finally, as a future literature student, maybe I can improve my writing, or my grammar, or my creativity, or just something which will be of use over the next few years.

So, what will this blog be about?

I want this place to be an informal journal of sorts, where I can post thoughts and ideas and updates with a little bit of accountability. It’s probably just going to document what I’m doing and what is going on in my life, but it might include book & theatre reviews, veggie recipes (as I try to learn how to cook something other than Staffordshire oatcakes & cheese) and attempts at journalistic-y or creative writing.


 

I’ve just finished my A-Levels!

Those five words are the only words in my brain right now. I can’t believe it. Two whole years crammed in to just five exams, and another two months of waiting to see if I get the grades I need.

I won’t write it here, because I’m worried I’m going to jinx it, but I have been fortunate enough to get a place to study English at very prestigious university. This is of course absolutely wonderful and I am still pinching myself – but everybody knows and everybody is expecting me to achieve the grades and head straight there.

I am much less optimistic.

Whilst this is an incredibly exciting time, it is certainly superseded by nervousness and the fear of embarrassment come results day. All I can do now is wait. I have worked so hard during Sixth Form, but the fact that my future rests on just thirteen hours in an exam room is terrifying.

Nevertheless, I am pushing it to the back of my mind and attempting to enjoy this summer. What more can I do?

C’est la vie.

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