For the past two weeks, I've been off on my easter holidays from school. We have been told, like every year, that this isn't a holiday, it's two weeks to work and revise for our exams. For the past seven years I've totally ignored this advice and spent easter arsing about. This year wasn't the same though, after a few days relaxing I ordered myself a couple of revision books for Biology and they arrived a couple days later (after more of doing nothing). I immediately started to read them and highlight parts I needed to know for my exams. After about two hours of this revision I suddenly realised I was only six pages into the first book and I had a MONSTER task ahead and that my laziness over the past nine(ish) months is coming back on me now.
The second saturday of my Easter break was one day that I wasn't going to be revising. The Limavady 2nd XV had their last match of the season and it just so happened to be an away match to Donaghadee's 2nds. The dress code for the bus trip and 3rd half in the clubhouse was a colourful shirt and tie, Bermuda style shorts, a hat, sunglasses and flip-flops. We left the club at about half eleven in the morning in one of the Ulsterbus coaches, armed with crates of beer, boxes of red bull, bottles of vodka, bottles of whiskey and a half-yard glass. I remember telling myself that I should take this match seriously and wait until after to have a drink. My plans lasted five miinutes down the road and I opened up my first bottle. By the time we got to Donaghadee I was a little drunk and was worried about the proposition of playing rugby, which is dangerous enough for a sober forward.
Like the rest of the team, I had chronic heartburn half way into the match and was seriously regretting 'having a few' on the way down. In the end we lost the match (god knows the score). After a good afternoon, evening and early morning of drinking, kebabs and long bus-rides we got back, proud of our drinking skills, regardless of our rugby skills.
The next day I decided to keep on revising Biology and things started to brighten up for me. On thursday I suddenly remembered that I had seven past papers due for the tuesday after for maths and I hadn't even started them. Needless to say I've spent the past four days stressed and with a sore, tired head.
I've realised that all this stress is just part of me 'climbing the ladder' towards any hopes of success that I have for the future and that this metaphorical ladder is causing me a lot of stress. Actually, it's a good job normal ladders aren't this hard to climb otherwise window cleaners and builders would have a damn hard 17-18 years of studying just to clean one first floor window.
I really can't wait to get these exams over and done with so I can relax and hopefully I'll get the grades to get into Uni and start to have loads of fun living on my own and drinking.... :)
