Results

One thing I didn't mention in my massive catch up of June/July time was results which I got at the start of July. We were meant to collect them at 4pm. Parents were away on holiday and I was dreading results so when four o clock rolled round, I was still in bed and not really in the mood for going any further.

I made it up to school about 40 minutes late. I took my results and walked out. I wasn't in the mood for company. I went and sat alone for a while. When I eventually opened them I found I'd missed my first choice by one point. When later I got the component breakdown I found I'd missed the point my 5%. I was told to wait for the A Level results but I didn't hold much hope out. Come results day, I was officially rejected. My 6 marks, my 5% had cost me the next of my life and between £200 and £400 in resits depending on my offer for next year.

Honestly, not that bothered. I'd been expecting it for a while and had made plans around it. My resits are in November and by the end of November I'm hoping I'll have hopped on a plane and be working in one of the Ski hotels in Germany for 3 to 4 months before nipping back to Denmark for a few weeks to stay with my Grandma and potentially meet a friend (a prospect that excites me greatly). I'd head back to England and go surfing for a week or two before going back home to the little town and working full time for 6 months before jetting off to uni. In short my year involves working on my economics and German for my exams before heading off to Germany to ski and really get to grips with the language (a huge advantage when it comes to uni), seeing family and friends and then a little surfing before earning any money I spent back (bear in mind I'll be earning enough to live on in Germany) and then a whole load more in preparation for university.

In other news this holiday has meant I've been fucked over for prides: I missed my local pride by one day and I miss Cornwall pride by one day too. I wouldn't trade though because as amazing as Pride is, surfing is so awesome. I'm looking into buying my own board which would cost me about £250 for the kind and size I want, but if the alternative is renting then I only have to use it 22 times and it's paid for itself. On this holiday, the younger sibling has enjoyed colouring my hair with washable felt tip (one that actually washes off) and I've been doing lots of reading. I'm just about to crack on with a couple of Norwegian novels (one translated into Danish, the other German) to polish off the pile of books I took with me (and bought while I was here).

I'm genuinely getting withdrawal symptoms from being  off my surf board for two days. I feel a little ill, like when a pet dies and you miss it. I sigh constantly and daydream about being out there. Doesn't seem to matter what else I'm doing, it just doesn't measure up. For that reason I decided that I'm gonna complain to my family about how we should have more surf lessons. We've got 3 booked, but we're not leaving until Friday. We could squeeze another two in, but apparently the parents are "too old". My mother swims between half and a whole kilometre a day at home, alongside spin classes and working part time and studying, but she's too old for splashing about on a board for a bit? Bah.

It has been made quite clear that we will not be doing this holiday again next year and I in return made it clear that next year may be the first year where I pass on the annual family holiday.