Jun 15, 2006 14:24
Exams are done, over, finished, complete, ended.
Somehow I ought to be relieved but currently I rather just want to curl up and cry... It's probably stress. We've been working up to this for months, well on a low level for years, and now it's finished. I don't think I care about the results any more. I did my best, probably verging on the working too hard side, so there wasn't any more to come. There weren't any nasty surprise questions and I'm not aware of goofing anything up. If I did bad on anything then that just because I'm bad at it. I shall now try to forget about it totally until the results come out.
I'll miss the school friend's big post exam party as we're away at Falmouth for a week with the dive club but that's no real loss. A lot of people are planning of getting seriously trashed so it's not going to be my sort of do. When your Mum's a Missionary you have to keep up some sort of family solidarity even if I do vere more towards Uncle's more relaxed version of faith.
So, talking about diving, which is about the only thing left to talk about, the weather is good and the forecast is good so the next week should be OK. We drive down Saturday and we're staying in some sort of place with lots of chalets. We are near the sea, we are taking boats, there is talk of writing me a crossover to BSAC which would mean I can do deco and the visibility is supposed to be good.
One of the great things about the dive club is I didn't know them when I was little. I'm not the kid that grew up I'm a PADI Rescue Diver who is joining so I get the same treatment at 16 as somebody would get at 26. I have my own kit and I have lots of dives in the log so I'm a diver. I feel good about that.
More details when we get back.