a day to remember (june 18th)

One year ago today, I finished my last A Level exams and left sixth form. An hour ago, I walked into my personal tutor's office to sit down and find out my results. I was shocked to discover that not only did I pass, but that I had managed to pass well. I stared at my results sheet for a good few seconds, taking it all in. It was over, my first year was definitely over, and I'd managed to survive it with an average of 60. I was proud, and rewarded myself with a cheese and bacon panini and a bottle of Pepsi Max.

Already today there has been tears as my closest friends start to leave. My room is looking scarily bare and I can't bring myself to pack the last few items that litter my desk and the top of my fridge. It's just a room, but for the past year it has been my home and it's full of memories that I don't want to ever forget and I'm not ready to relinquish ownership of the room just yet. In my mind it still is my room, and these halls are home.

I've had the time of my life.