My first exam is two weeks on Thursday, the day before our last day at school. It’s Statistics, which is thankfully a unit that I find relatively straighforward. At least, I hope I do. Then I’ve got a couple of empty weeks to revise, followed by two weeks of exams. Not full to the brim with them, unlike GCSE’s, but there’s 6. I’m getting to the revision stage now, gradually..

Today is a day allocated to Chemistry, although I can’t focus. It’s the anniversary of the day we lost Salem, and I’m sitting here missing him quite a lot. We still remember him quite often really, thinking about all the stupid things he did. I have to chuckle to myself here; I almost wrote ‘does’. Losing him still hasn’t sat well at all with me yet. Every now and then I see the necklace I made from his nametag, or the photo of him by my bed next to the fluffy black cat beanie baby, and it all makes me feel a bit crap if I’m honest. He had such a massive impact on my life and the way I grew up, especially with my confidence towards animals, since I knew I could do quite a lot with him and he wouldn’t lash out. I’m probably talking bollucks, I mean, what could a pathetically loveable black kitty have done to build me up as a person? But it makes sense, seeing as he was always there throughout some of the 10 most important years of my childhood and adolescence.

God that’s all very depressing. I miss him, that’s all I’m saying. More than I thought I would by now.

Let’s move on to something a little more cheerful. Although I’ve been crap with this, I think now it’s the time to finish off the post I was writing about the holiday (that I said would be updated throughout when I had Wifi.. Which I did.. In Las Vegas…)

I don’t think the massive story goes with this post though, so let’s leave by saying this..

16 days until my first exam

45 days until my last exam

50 days until prom

53 days until Rhodes

100 days until A level results

139 days until University. 139 days until my life starts again.