I know, I know, I’m terrible, no posts for twenty days. Exams do count as a decent excuse though, don’t they? Not sure why I’m bothering though, it would appear nobody bothers to read my blog *cue sad violin music*
So yeah, on that subject, I’m halfway through exams, three down, three to go. Spanish was a couple of weeks ago, and French and General Studies were this week. They aren’t going too badly, although the language exams were two and a half hours each, which is a long time to stay focused for. I also managed to write some answers in the wrong boxes in the French paper, which resulted in frantic scribbling and arrow drawing at the last minute. Oh dear, fingers crossed they’ve gone okay. And the General Studies paper, well, the clue’s in the name: it was a complete load of bull (I’ll spare you the rant). Anyway, a week off for half term now, followed by chemistry, biology and IT4L exams. Oh the joys…
In slightly more exciting news, I passed my lifeguarding assessment last week, meaning I’m now able to work at the leisure centre in town, although I do have to wait for the application form and the CRB checks to go through, which could take several weeks. But it turned out that my assessor was the teacher who taught me to swim when I was diddy and did my lifesaving assessments last year at Oswestry; her name had been mentioned to me before, I guess it just didn’t click that it was that same woman.
Liv, Georgia and I popped down to our old secondary school yesterday to deliver a goodbye card to the receptionist of several years, Jan, who’s leaving. She honestly is the loveliest person I ever have and probably ever will meet, so sweet she will melt your heart and soul. Her post behind her desk was plastered in cards and presents, which are testament to just how fantastic she is, and she seemed incredibly touched that we’d made the effort to come and see her. She insisted she’d never forget us and would really love to take us to Lincoln with her. Bless, we need more people like her!
Ooh, and inbetween exams and revision, I’m attempting to teach myself the guitar. It’s going okay I suppose, I can do some chords and that’s about it. I’m also avoiding barre chords where possible, because they’re just, bleh. Not nice.
And finally, before I go, it’s the Eurovision Song Contest tonight! Major yay! An evening of beautifully cheesey pop to laugh at. Liv and Kim are coming round to join in the festivities, and I even have Union Jack hats and flags, despite the fact we’re not really bothered how the UK do, our song really isn’t that brilliant to be honest. Although saying that we did come fifth last year with the new voting system. Bring back Scooch I say, I honestly don’t think anything match their Eurovision-yness! Georgia is also making an appearance when she finishes work, although I fear I may have to Febreze her (it’s a fabric freshener, not some bad sexual innuendo) if she smells of chip fat.
Perhaps the problem with these blog posts is that they’re too long. Maybe if I blogged more often and with shorter posts that might deter people less, I guess large blocks of text aren’t the most inviting of things are they? Hmm. Well I can have a ramble about possible degree choices in my next one, so I’ll try not to leave it three weeks as I have done with this one. I promise… ish.
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