Musings of a Perfectionist

I am writing to you from the hammock in my garden, although by the time you read this I will (probably) have moved. The hammock is because it is very hot outside and therefore in our greenhouse-like home, and also because I like hammocks. They remind me of a friend's garden, when we were younger and had the abundance of energy only the young possess, allowing us to run ourselves ragged as we raced each other through obstacle courses. Wow. I may have to use that as the beginning of a novel. The kind of novel that starts with that and then talks about growing up and moving on and adulthood. And ironically, that is kind of what I am about to do. Enrolment Day was this morning (which did mean it was over and done with fairly quickly). I was not looking forward to it at all, and on my scale of 1-10 of anxiety, I think I hit an 8? Anyway, I just went into the school and wrote my name down and waited for about 45 minutes to get called. Then I have my results to the teacher and we

So, Results Day. An emotional rollercoaster for me, not going to sugar coat it. The hardest part was trying to actually get through the amounts of paper so that I could see all my grades. While all my grades were good and I was happy with them, there was one that I wasn't that happy with. I had been predicted a much higher grade as well, which didn't help. But my teacher was very helpful and found out the grade boundary so I'm going to get it remarked as I was only two marks off. I guess that for anyone who is not completely happy or who needed a higher grade, just remember that there are other options. Before today, I'd get really annoyed when anyone said that, but it is true. There are things that I can do despite getting a lower grade (especially as it's something I wanted to study next year). But there were also good things! My friends were (mostly) happy with their own grades, and it's always lovely to get excited for them. :) The teachers who were th

So I thought that I ought to write another post, as I haven't done so for 17 days. Crazy. Last time I wrote a post nothing much had happened- now, Result's Day is just around the corner (on Thursday) and those who did A-Levels have received their grades (congratulations to those who did, by the way). This is not a post about Result's Day, however. If I remember (I'll add it to my list) I'll write a post on Friday, so after I've read through my results and enrolled in whichever Sixth Form I end up choosing. See, people who are worried about Year 11 because it involves choosing a school? I haven't chosen yet! Oh, and happy birthday to my friend, lovingly nicknamed 'Falafel'. We're going to be famous together when we're older, so I suppose I should start adding to the collection of stuff that proves we knew each other. What is this post actually about? To be honest, there's not much, as this week will be my busiest week. I have a fri

Isn't it great when you wake up in the morning and just feel motivation and joy surging inside you? I love days like that (like today, luckily) although I also tend to drink too much coffee on those days and therefore have way too much energy that comes out by everything kinda trembling. My hands are possibly shaking a little bit as I'm writing this. Of course, the flipside of days like this are the bad days, where nothing really works and you have to fight back tears all the time and you just want to curl up in your pyjamas and sleep. I had a day like that yesterday. Unfortunately. I think it was partly due to the fact that I'm a little anxious/stressed (the thought of results day fills my stomach with dread). But today's post isn't a 'how-to guide' in order to get through bad days. Nor is it a request for sympathy, as I know that everyone feels bad once in a while. I suppose that it's more of a reminder that not everything is bad all the time.