Photo collection: 3.8.13-10.8-13

Here is a collection of  photos from my family holiday in North Wales. (more to come)

I, driver.

Yesterday, I had my first attempt at my driving test. I didn't really think it was that big of a deal until the morning of the test, then I was scared.

It seemed like a year wait for my driving instructor to arrive but before I knew it, my pre-test lesson had been and gone and I was headed for the test center. My stomach growled with nervousness.

I can't really remember my test exactly. All I can recall is the examiner congratulating me at the very end. Confusion was all I thought and then it hit me. I am now a fully qualified driver.

Chris, my instructor, slowly walked over to the car with curiosity in his eyes. I launched myself at him and burst into tears (what a girl, huh?) with pride and thankfulness. I really enjoyed learning to drive with him. He is such a nice man and great teacher.

I would do the test all over again if it meant I would have the feeling of passing once more.





















To me, this certificate means the world.

Well deserved celebration.

There is no better feeling than on A-level results day finding that you have exceeded the grades you need to do your ideal degree in your ideal university. I couldn't help but grin the whole day knowing that  I was going to be moving to London and learning to be a teacher.

After work, as a bit of a double-date/celebration, Jenny, Ben, Jake and myself all climbed Carn Brea (a beautiful rocky hill just between Redruth and Camborne). The sky was bright but it was still very cold. We sat on a rock and ate Kendall Mint Cake (a gift from Wales) as our noses turned pink.  

When we arrived home, we stuffed ourselves with sausages and mash and proceeded to crash on the sofa, watching rubbish T.V. It was not long until we had to get ready for a night out to celebrate results day with the rest of sixth form and other students around Redruth. Jenny and I did not take long to get ready and soon we were headed to Linzi's house for lethal pre-drinks.

 

A messy few hours it was. All of my girls were ecstatic the whole evening, knowing that they would, in a month or so, be university students.

The club was packed! It seemed that everyone had done well and was out having a great night because of it. We had a few cheeky drinks in a booth before the dancing started and boy, did the dancing start!

I really do believe that my friends are the best in the world.