Evening.
I love life. Really though, I do.
I spent the majority of my day completing my personal statement, so how I am feeling in an optimistic mood right now is beyond me. The personal statement is about 200 words too long, I think, and even at that I feel as though I ended up leaving a lot of stuff out. I'm pretty pleased with it if I must say so myself. It sounds a lot better than I'd anticipated.
I feel really close to God at the minute, and it's awesome. I'm just praying that I'll be able to stay focused, especially since I'm heading back to school in five days.
I also have a feeling that big things are going to happen. God is amazing, so I know they will. It just takes a bit of patience. Nicola and I are going to the prayer room tomorrow afternoon to do some, well, praying as it is a prayer room afterall.
I'm quite looking forward to going back to school because, even if it does end up being stressful, I know for certainty that that stress can only be a fraction of the stress imposed upon me when I had to do art, when every night of my life was spent wanting to set fire to my paint set, or any other art equipment as a matter of fact. I truly hated it at times. Yet, for some reason, I still think I'll miss it- I'll definitely miss the banter of the class, if anything. Not doing art anymore, I hope, will make more more grateful for being blessed with a talent for art so then I might paint more often ( anything I like of course, as there'll be no restrictions), thus I will enjoy it a lot more.
I'm also looking forward to the concept of seeing my friends again every single day. Although I've seen them all quite a lot this summer, I quite miss our little geekish gatherings at the table in the 6th form centre every break and lunch time. It's amazing how many discussions about food have taken place there. Not only do I look forward to seeing my friends though, I also get quite excited about seeing my teachers, which probably makes me sound really cool I'm sure, not that I've ever pretended to be anything of the sort. I've always got on really well with my teachers. It does my head in, as we would say in good ol' norn iron, to hear people slagging off their teachers like they feel no emotion. They are human, after all. I have done it before though, because before last year, I did experience the occasional scumbag for a teacher...cough Mr McKillen.
I am quite excited about Catherine coming home too, because I miss her and conversations I've had this week have made me feel really blessed to have a best friend at all, never mind such a fantastic one.
This is pretty much the soppiest blog I've ever written.
A little sop every once in a while is good for the health, I reckon.
Until next time,
Ciao.
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