Interesting - the last time I wrote, I had just graduated high school. As I write this right now in my TAFE classroom, on a TAFE computer, waiting for my final assignment to be marked, I remember why I looooooooove being out of school!!
So I'm about to complete a Cert IV. It was challenging, drove me repeatedly to tears, intense (a year long course in 6 months :O ) and I am, to say the least, relieved to be finishing it. Graphic design is not by any means my forte as I have gradually and painfully discovered. Neither, apparently, are computers, computer programs or painting. And thats ok. We'll just rule out careers one at a time.
What do you mean... do it Monday? Don't I have...
That's right ladies and gents. I am done! D. O. N. E. (which I know how to spell after 12 long years of English)
And now I'm a little lost. Which isn't a bad thing, being lost can be quite exhilarating. It's only when there seems to be no way of finding your way again that things get scary.
Me on the other hand, am about to become the sole driver of my lovely yet super deadly car Elphaba, be a class A P-plater, sales assistant/TAFE student. Also getting gradually (and scarily) close to being 19 years old...and the 20... and then 21 OH GOD I'M OLD!!!!
So this new life is dedicated
For most people, just a number. Merely one of the endless amounts of numbers in the universe. However simple maths tells us it is closer to 0 than say...29 or...45... or 366 which, incidentally, was how many days I HAD left of the year on January 1st. On a similar note, the above number is in fact the amount of school days I have left AS OF NOW.
So since I was so pathetically lax last time in giving an accurate description of exactly how long I have until I graduate, allow me to enlighten you with my detailed, thoroughly boring, highly disturbing and possibly combustion-inducing statistics
40 Days (including Wee