Hello again.
Although I was actually supposed to have been doing research for English, I decided that I was pretty sick of the previous layout and had to get stuck into making a new one. I’m telling ya, that summer completely erased everything I once knew about making layouts out of my head. I had no idea what I was doing, half the time. It’s done now, though, and as you can see, the content is much wider than it was before, hopefully making it easier and better to read. I also merged and updated my ‘about’ page, and added a load of nifty icons in the footer. I decided to ditch the whole having-my-latest-tweet-displayed-in-the-header because I could never get it to look right, and the ‘links’ page was never being updated so it’s down for now. Other than that, not much has been changed, and hopefully everything still works and looks good.
And now I’m off to do some work. I hate how I have no motivation to do any at home, despite knowing the consequences. But then, in follow up to my previous post, the stress decided to hit me this week (although I’m thinking it was more to do with my.. er.. time of the month than anything else, except perhaps the weight on my shoulders I described in my tweet) so this weekend is a kind of stop-myself-from-doing-something-stupid thing. I swear, the things that have been running through my head these past few days are really shameful. TGIS, I say (that still works, right?). Monday and Tuesday are going to be hell, I foresee, because of my Art deadline, but hopefully next week as a whole will be a lot easier. Things are beginning to settle with my timetable and I’m beginning to realise what I can acomplish in free periods, so soon enough this whole sixth-form thing will be a breeze. A head’s up, though; I know I haven’t been sticking to any kind of routine lately, but blogging will be scarce from now on – during the week, at least – at least until the October half term. This layout will probably stay up until Christmas, unless I have the time to change it beforehand.
Ciao, me hearties. Yarr.
After those three god-damned-boring-but-actually-not-as-bad-as-I’d-thought-they’d-be months, I am finally back in society, having a reason to get up in the morning and people to talk to when I get bored. I went back to school for an induction day on Thursday 2nd, and a proper, lessons-and-free-periods day on Friday.
My first lesson was double English, and within what seemed like the first five minutes of being in the lesson, our teacher gave us homework. Which isn’t that surprising, since every single teacher has been telling us how hard we’re gonna have to work this year, and how much extra studying we’re going to have to do to succeed. So I spent yesterday afternoon and this morning (not yesterday evening, I gave myself the night off and damn, I’m regretting it today – ever get the feeling you’re gonna fall asleep any second now?) finishing my English homework in-between trips to Facebook (I’m officially addicted) and it’s now that I’m realising just how much shit I’m gonna be in within the next month.
During the last few weeks of school back in May, I was stressed so much with the amount of revision I had to do that I just wanted to give up. We never had homework during the previous years, really, so having what felt like a truckload in my first ever lesson on the first full day is totally new and not really welcome. If I get homework every English lesson, work to finish in art during free periods (I’m a really slow worker when it comes to art, so that’s a certainty), guitar practise and theory revision homework for music, and whatever other crap from maths every day or so, how the hell am I going to cope? Before school ended I felt like I was drowning; it felt like I always had something weighing on my shoulders, and if I dared do something recreational I just knew I’d feel worse because I’d remember how much I was failing in a particular subject.
Most people are probably used to having work to do every day after school, but because it seems like I haven’t been prepared for this at all over my past school years, already I’m dreading the coming months. Am I going to be able to participate in NaNoWriMo, or am I going to be too weighed down by schoolwork that all I want to do in my free time is play games or sleep? Will I do enough work, or will I slack off on those regular days when I just can’t be bothered to do any work after school?
People always said that my GCSE years were going to be hard, but I think that when compared to A Levels, they were actually pretty damned easy. I don’t remember one time when I had such a serious amount of homework.
Oh btw, one thing I am happy about is my GCSE results. I was completely preparing myself to fail them all, but guess what? I got one A*, four As, five Bs and just one D, and that was in Spanish (the lesson in which we never got taught, and we spent most of our time watching DVDs or sitting doing nothing). Considering this time last year I was targeted a D in maths, had practically failed my RE and Citizenship mocks, and was having to sit in with the deputy headteacher and talk about having extra lessons to up my grades, I am seriously stoked and overwhelmed at how much all that stressy work paid off. If I hadn’t worked that much, then I wouldn’t have got any Bs, let alone five friggin As!
Allow me to be proud of myself. ^_^ If working hard gets me those results, then I’ll do it again this year. I’m just worried about my sanity, is all. x]
