Results Day ew

I like starting my posts with setting the scene because usually I’m in a weird or random situation and Schrifle suddenly calls. Hence I am currently eating a bowl of bran flakes, whilst sipping a mug of peppermint tea and all of sudden I have realised something. Not only do I realise I am eighteen years of age and sat in on a Friday night BUT this time next week I will finally know what direction my future is taking. HELP.

As sad as it sounds since I finished my last exam on the 18th of June, I haven’t been able to have a day without thinking what if. People will undoubtedly think chill, stop worrying about it and cross that hurdle when you come to it. But I’ve recently learnt I’m somebody who focuses on the future, when I should probably pay more attention to now and live in the moment. It’s the little things that truly matter in life and getting myself worked up about something that is way out of my control is useless.

I hate that every time I put my head on my pillow at night, sociology theorists pop up in my brain and I start thinking about topics like State Crime. Annoying. I also really hate how I cant read a book without my thoughts floating to something literature related. I just want to enjoy the John Green goodness. Also stupid things like today for example, there was a thunder storm and as The Great Gatsby played in the background, my brain was in overdrive thinking about pathetic fallacy and how it portrays a sense of foreboding. Like what is going on Sophi? Its summer, and I am almost certain this is the longest summer I will ever experience in my life, therefore why has most days been spent thinking about the exams that I CANNOT change?

I guess it comes down to wanting something so badly; you cant stop thinking about it. I’ve always wanted to live/study in London and living in Manchester makes me feel like I’m missing out. Plus moving to London gives me little more hope ill finally see Adele live (gotta get her ticked off that death list). London, in my eyes, is the city of opportunities and staying in Manchester is not going to get me very far. I want to explore somewhere new and meet new people. Now I think about it, the idea of 3 letters determining your future is annoying. University should not only be based off your academic achievements but more so your passion and enthusiasm for a subject. Every subject is evolving and there is always going to be something new and fresh. I believe if you want something enough, you will do just about anything to get it. So what I’m really trying to get across here is that I hate that the 5 exams I took this summer have the power to make or break my future. No matter how hard you study and revise for each exam, it’s all down to how you feel on the day, in that hall and in that moment. Sometimes you don’t always perform they way you want and sometimes things don’t always go the way you want them to go.

At the end of the day I just hope for me, and you reading this that results day is worth the wait and if not there is always plan B. Good luck and just think of that giant weight which will be lifted from your shoulders at 00:00am as you read your UCAS track.

P.S – I’ve got tickets to V festival and I am also going on a little adventure next weekend, so I will have some interesting and hopefully more uplifting posts in the next coming weeks!

Here’s to hoping.