It’s been an unbelievably busy past couple of weeks. IB certainly began with a bang. I knew it was going to be hectic, but I didn’t think my social life would be on the rocks so soon. Whenever I’m not doing homework, I’m completing CAS hours. I suppose it doesn’t help that I opted to sit the SATs - make it worth my time America! I will try and do my best to neglect this space as least as possible over the coming months but I’m afraid the future looks bleak. Until we meet again. Take care of yourself tumblr.
I’m sorry I left without much notice, but I just needed some time to myself to think things through. We’ve been together for nearly a year now. That’s longer than any other relationship I’ve ever had. If anyone knows me it’s you so you must have realised by now that I’m not as happy as I used to be. Not in life but in this relationship. It’s not you, it’s me. I just don’t feel the same way anymore. Whatever you do, don’t blame yourself. This isn’t your fault. Over the past few months we’ve grown apart but what we had was good so I guess what I’m really trying to say is that I’d really like us to remain friends and I know that it might take some time but we would be better off that way. I’m sorry.
They may take our grades but they will never take our freedom
Re-sitting my Maths GCSE because an A just isn’t good enough. Although I have no clue how I could possibly do any better now then I did then seeing as it’s been a year since I last saw this. All those who aren’t in top set are in for shocker next year. The questions consist of more letters than numbers, you will be able to work out nearly anything on your calculators provided you are fluent in morse code and the majority of what you learnt will be considered useless!
Why is it that the more I have to do, the more I procrastinate? It really isn’t a logical :/ Going to be swamped with work tomorrow. So grateful, that I only have one more week till Easter break. Can’t wait to just kick back and relax… with a textbook. Ahhh the joys of GCSE’s. On the bright side it’s all up from here. Next year IB. HUZZAH! (note the sarcasm)
My parents have always supported me in whatever I do, but now, as I embark on the most important stage in my life I feel as if I can no longer count on them for their support. I want to be a director. Nothing more, nothing less. I want to study film in university and that’s what I want to do with my life. The trouble is that this isn’t exactly what my parents had in mind. I consider myself to be a Jack of all trades but a master of nothing. I’m good at school, but I’m not great. I’m more creative than academic and hence I excel in the arts. So as one would expect it is this path that I want to follow. But when I told my parents today that I didn’t want to sit an A level maths paper on top of my GCSE’s they were slightly taken aback as that is the last thing they would expect from me and rightly so. I’ve always wanted to push myself to my maximum potential and so if an offer ever arose you could bet your bottom dollar that I would take it. This time though, I’m not so sure as I feel that I may have finally reached my limits. You can do anything if you put your mind to it, but it helps if your mind isn’t elsewhere and to be honest I don’t give a hoot about maths. I do it because I have to, not because I want to. I want to make films.