Life in Darlington can be pretty boring with the moments worth writing about occurring all at once when things are at the most hectic. Instead of boring you with all the mundane details, I'll condense it as much as I can.
April meant only one thing: my birthday! After coping with most of my pestering and impatience, my parents revealed that I was lucky enough to spend my 16th in Manchester. Swanky hotels, shopping sprees and gun wielding tram riders ( yes, you read that right!) - it was definitely a weekend I won't be quick to forget. Sounds pretty sweet, right? Well I'm glad to say it got even better. You've probably heard me ramble and occassionally moan about the ramshackle group I call my friends but this time they really outdid themselves. Not only did we complete THE LIST - a series of 16 challenges that had to be completed before the youngest, which is me, turned 16 -but they stressed themselves to the point of insanity organising a super (secret) sweet 16! I would post pictures if it wasn't for the fact that I have been told my surprised face wasn't particularly flattering, although apart from that I can find no fault in it.
I have to admit that May was a pretty boring month filled with revision and the ever dreaded GCSE's. Luckily, I seem to have the blocked the stress fuelled time from my mind, which is probably for the best,
For all May's repetitive boredom, June has been (and still is) a month of goodbyes. My last exam, and subsequent day in school was the tenth and my locker was cleared not long after that. The oh-so-flattering uniform has been removed from my wardrobe and replaced with a leavers hoodie. my days have crammed with cups of tea and a good old fashioned natter in preparation for the 'summer of seperation' as I have so lovingly dubbed it.We get a last goodbye - which I'm refusing to make - towards the end of the month. It is that occasion when girls desperately try to out do each other and guys are forced into the suit that was stuffed out of sight years ago. I am of course talking about prom. Essentially, it is our last night altogether, but I'm looking forward to the cheesy dancing only a proper English disco can bring. Even so, I'm pretty sure there may be a few tears. After all, we're all grown up and heading in different directions. For some, it is simply a different school while others are heading as far afield as Scotland - its a whole different country you know! Though my college is a mere ten minutes away, I'm heading somewhere far more exotic for my holidays.
For those of you who are reading this from America, it is time to book your vacation for I am on my way! that's right, I'm heading back to Florida. Unfortunately, this year it will not be all sunshine and shopping as I've got myself my first job. I'll spend my summer as an office junior- how mature?! I'm honing my business face this very second.
It feels good to be dusting off my 'jetsetting' gear even if this year's preparation will be a little rushed. After all, I have induction days and prom to get through first. Luckily for me, Virgin Atlantic has been nothing but helpful. Since they learned this would be my first time flying solo, they have gone out of their way to make it as easy as possible. They've organised gate passes for my parents and even called to remind me that I needed to sort out my passport and Esta, whatever that is!
The countdown has begun. With any luck, I might even tan!
