My application form says 'RACHEL' not 'rachael' dammit.
The guy was so lovely at my college enrolment but I managed to give a shite impression.
On my application it said I wanted to do a degree in sports science but I said to him how I'd had a shite PE teacher and I wouldn't dream of going into sports science now. My results also don't match up to my expected grades, so does that give the impression I didn't work as hard as I could've done? or did I not work as hard as I could've done? I can't remember that far back. I have no desire to be in any the clubs, "nothing at all?" was his response. oh yeah just keep giving an awesome impression Rachel. Then when asked "so what do you want to do in the future then?" I responded with "I have no idea to be quite honest" and that was a massive conversation ender. I've been out of education for twelve weeks, so surely my attitude towards going back to education is only normal?
Also on the way home, mum kept saying to me "you dont want to go to college do you?" and I was just explaining to her about not being in education for so long, but also working full-time during that time. It's like I've got a taste of the working world, and I enjoyed it believe it or not. Not only that, but this urge to travel is only getting worse and worse. I know it'd be ridiculous to even consider travelling when I'm only sixteen, but it's something I crave so badly. It's not like I've even got some surreal dream of travelling the world, sightseeing and living in some 5* appartment. I intend to travel, and stop in a place for a certain amount of time still working not sight seeing, or partying all the time but making a living. Mum also said to me that I've been really down ever since I came back from Mull. Yeah, ok I admit I've not been the most exciting person to be around but I've not been down. Jesus Christ, I met half of my favourite band of all time and am still high from it! that's hardly depressed. mum also had a dream the night after leeds festival that cobra starship offered me a job touring with them and i took it and nothing she could stay would stop me. so maybe she's forgetting that was actually a dream.
In other news, it's 127 days until John Barrowman in the brummy panto!!
On my application it said I wanted to do a degree in sports science but I said to him how I'd had a shite PE teacher and I wouldn't dream of going into sports science now. My results also don't match up to my expected grades, so does that give the impression I didn't work as hard as I could've done? or did I not work as hard as I could've done? I can't remember that far back. I have no desire to be in any the clubs, "nothing at all?" was his response. oh yeah just keep giving an awesome impression Rachel. Then when asked "so what do you want to do in the future then?" I responded with "I have no idea to be quite honest" and that was a massive conversation ender. I've been out of education for twelve weeks, so surely my attitude towards going back to education is only normal?
Also on the way home, mum kept saying to me "you dont want to go to college do you?" and I was just explaining to her about not being in education for so long, but also working full-time during that time. It's like I've got a taste of the working world, and I enjoyed it believe it or not. Not only that, but this urge to travel is only getting worse and worse. I know it'd be ridiculous to even consider travelling when I'm only sixteen, but it's something I crave so badly. It's not like I've even got some surreal dream of travelling the world, sightseeing and living in some 5* appartment. I intend to travel, and stop in a place for a certain amount of time still working not sight seeing, or partying all the time but making a living. Mum also said to me that I've been really down ever since I came back from Mull. Yeah, ok I admit I've not been the most exciting person to be around but I've not been down. Jesus Christ, I met half of my favourite band of all time and am still high from it! that's hardly depressed. mum also had a dream the night after leeds festival that cobra starship offered me a job touring with them and i took it and nothing she could stay would stop me. so maybe she's forgetting that was actually a dream.
In other news, it's 127 days until John Barrowman in the brummy panto!!