Life is filled with unexpected blunders and typical cliches that set you back in life. Events such as not wearing a coat out only for it to start raining; or your favorite heels snapping on a night out when you're suppose to be looking great in front of your ex; or your laptop crashing the day before an important deadline, inevitably deleting all that hard work.
Whatever the outcome, the same thing always springs to mind "If only I had a back up". Nothing huge, we're not asking for a miracle, but the pack-a-mac in the back of the closet that you always consider putting in your bag and never do; or a pair of pumps squished in your cute clutch that you'd end up wearing for the walk home anyway; or if you'd remembered to back up the work on a memory stick, chances are this would have never happened.
Yes, this is going somewhere.
Two weeks ago I had a deadline for five pieces of coursework. Two and a half weeks ago my laptop said what seemed to be it's final farewell into electronic heaven. I screamed, threw a tantrum, screamed a little more and redid all my coursework in four days (note that I'm a crazily dedicated student) and all I could think the whole time was "If only I had a backup."
I'm going to University in five months along with a million other people in the country and around this time is when people realise that reality wont create an unconditional offer from oxford and that you should probably think about that slightly less acclaimed university that isn't asking you to have a mental breakdown while crazy revising for your exams to get three A*'s.
Going to University takes more than an accepted offer and a sore back from carrying all your belongings to the car. As I found out it takes keeping track of your National Insurance card (something I lost several years ago) and passport (something I forgot existed several years ago). Organisation has never been my strong point; I don't believe it comes to anyone naturally...
So when does that organised nature fall onto your plate? Or is it something that will forever be left to those super-humans who sit next to you in class and baffle you with their crazy enthusiasm and will always make you doubt your own ability to succeed at anything, other than copying notes.
But chin up. No matter how many times you walk out your house and wish you'd taken your umbrella; or spend hours on hold to the National Insurance call center trying to confirm your National Insurance number; or even accepting your dream university without a back up; life will always find a funny way of balancing out the karma.
If you don't believe me?
I got a P60 the day after realising I had lost my National Insurance card with my number on it.
I've accepted Brighton University to do Broadcast Journalism without a back up.
My laptop made a full recovery (miraculously) and is now in almost fully working order.
... And no matter how stressful life gets. Smile, because the sun has finally started shining.
PeaceOut♥
Whatever the outcome, the same thing always springs to mind "If only I had a back up". Nothing huge, we're not asking for a miracle, but the pack-a-mac in the back of the closet that you always consider putting in your bag and never do; or a pair of pumps squished in your cute clutch that you'd end up wearing for the walk home anyway; or if you'd remembered to back up the work on a memory stick, chances are this would have never happened.
Yes, this is going somewhere.
Two weeks ago I had a deadline for five pieces of coursework. Two and a half weeks ago my laptop said what seemed to be it's final farewell into electronic heaven. I screamed, threw a tantrum, screamed a little more and redid all my coursework in four days (note that I'm a crazily dedicated student) and all I could think the whole time was "If only I had a backup."
I'm going to University in five months along with a million other people in the country and around this time is when people realise that reality wont create an unconditional offer from oxford and that you should probably think about that slightly less acclaimed university that isn't asking you to have a mental breakdown while crazy revising for your exams to get three A*'s.
Going to University takes more than an accepted offer and a sore back from carrying all your belongings to the car. As I found out it takes keeping track of your National Insurance card (something I lost several years ago) and passport (something I forgot existed several years ago). Organisation has never been my strong point; I don't believe it comes to anyone naturally...
So when does that organised nature fall onto your plate? Or is it something that will forever be left to those super-humans who sit next to you in class and baffle you with their crazy enthusiasm and will always make you doubt your own ability to succeed at anything, other than copying notes.
But chin up. No matter how many times you walk out your house and wish you'd taken your umbrella; or spend hours on hold to the National Insurance call center trying to confirm your National Insurance number; or even accepting your dream university without a back up; life will always find a funny way of balancing out the karma.
If you don't believe me?
I got a P60 the day after realising I had lost my National Insurance card with my number on it.
I've accepted Brighton University to do Broadcast Journalism without a back up.
My laptop made a full recovery (miraculously) and is now in almost fully working order.
... And no matter how stressful life gets. Smile, because the sun has finally started shining.
PeaceOut♥