Last Day of August

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When I look back, and think about summer, it’s amazing when I realise how much I’ve changed.

Previous summers involved doing nothing and lazing around the house all day, and the start of term always crept up stealthily, giving me an unpleasant surprise. This year’s been different, mainly because it’s been so long. My summer break began at the end of June, after my last A2 exam. That was a difficult time; I was exhausted from studying, yet it hadn’t sunk in properly. I think I’ve mentioned before how I felt totally lost for about 2 weeks after exams. Without revision sessions, my days felt pointless. There were days when I felt like crying out of frustration, because I didn’t know what to do with myself.

I tried to keep myself busy, babysitting every couple of days, and hanging out with friends, which made me feel rebellious (Studying of exams was intense, okay? It was like all day every day studying). When I babysat, I watched TV and films after the children had been sent to bed, instead of poring over revision guides.

So I guess July was the Month of Babysitting and Hanging Out. What about August? Well, I heard on the last day of June that I got the job that I applied for at the start of June. 😀 I realised that if I left looking for a summer job until after exams, I probably wouldn’t get one until the end of summer. Training for the job took place over the end of July/start of August, and I started properly on the 4th of August.

August was definitely the Month of Working. I had a couple of morning/day shifts, but I was essentially given mainly night shifts, finishing at midnight or one in the morning. Life became a blur of working, eating and sleeping. The only respite I had from working was results day, where I took the day off to celebrate with friends.

This summer, I feel like I’ve grown up a lot. Not physically, I’m still 5’3″. But with university life just about to begin, and working in my first real job, it’s finally sunk in that I’m going to be a proper grown up soon. It’s a scary thought, but I know I’ll get there.

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