It's a Hard Knock Life

And don't I know it. It's only been five weeks into the new school year and I'm already feeling the pressure.

Currently studying four 'A' Levels to A2 standard, I have a mountain of work every week. As well as this, I have to keep up a part-time job, search for an institution in which to spend the next three years of my life, write a personal statement, complete UCAS forms, get irate at useless school administration staff.... I think you get it. Oh, and did I mention the full-time boyfriend and the thriving social life? That was a bit of a lie - I don't really have a thriving social life. But, it would be nice to have the time and the option of one.

Well, it's time for a few important decisions. They stand as follows:

• Drop one night of work
• Leave Sundays totally free to catch up on homework
• Complete personal statement by... today? (But I did say that last Sunday)

I'm not ditching the bloke.

However, I'm not very good at giving myself free time (hence the poor attendance to my blog) and I've replaced those obstacles with new ones:

• Driving lessons (Yay! But at least a night a week)
• Participation in The Wind in the Willows (requires me to be at rehearsals Wednesday and Thursday nights)
• Participation in the school production (requires me to be at rehearsals Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons)

So, I've not done too well with Operation Ease-Stress.

But neveryoumind, until I become completely suicidal, it's not a problem. I'm still doing what I enjoy, even if I am running about a bit like a headless chicken.

However, I would like to whinge slightly about my current institution of study; they talk tosh. They have consistently told us since the beginning of term, "Year 13s are our priority" - yeah right. They just about manage to remember we're there at all by 'briefing' us on the same thing every week; "This is your last year of study.. very important.. pull your socks up.." blah blah blah. It will apparently take 3 weeks for them to 'process' each personal statement; meaning it will take them three weeks from the day we give it to them for them to lose it six times ('misplaced', 'cleaner threw it away', 'dog pooed on it' rubbish) until we force them to read it in front of us and tell us, "it's alright." Unfortunately, I have lost faith in my superiors, just as I have done in the every important year of my education (except Mr Brown). This time I will actually do something about it.

... Just as soon as they've written my references.