Lucy is... Adapting

Exams are over. Yesterday morning I found myself questioning how much apple juice (pressed) I should drink from the carton. You see, I would usually make sure to drink it before the half-term week off is over (school mornings are more rushed, so I only got a few swigs from my waterbottle), but I'd leave enough juice for every day up until that point. Even portions.

Now, there are no more half-terms, just two months of summer, and then I'm off to uni. In many ways, parts of my current life have been slowly fading. First sitting in the canteen with friends at lunch, then lessons coming to an end, now seeing everybody in the same place at once (sober, at least.)

Perhaps my apple juice problem is the first sign that I am taking on a new sort of life, or opening a new chapter. Maybe there have been previous markers of change, but this is the first to really catch my eye. New beginnings creep up in strange ways.

In an hour, I'm meeting up with Alisha to go to the beach, and meet some of my physics and maths class friends for a birthday party come end-of-exams celebration. Then, in the evening, I have a "function" to attend: an art student piss-up in a field near James'. It doesnt get any more British than that. 

I'm quite liking the idea of this blog, but I must stop here and get ready to catch the bus.

Signing off, cheerio!