New day, new start, new me!

It's crazy how time can pass; It only feels like yesterday, I was starting year 11.

What a funny feeling. I've been at this school already for five years (and for some strange reason I decided to come back). What's even more weird  Is that, although I have been here for a very long time and know my way around like the back of my hand, I cant help but feel slightly lost. Why? Because for those 5 years here, every corner of the corridor you turn you saw a friendly face, every classroom you entered you knew every name, and even every lunchtime there was always a story to laugh about and tell. And now, you almost feel... Alone.

4 years old, clinging on to my mum's hand like my life depended on It, trembling to the front gate, tears were rolling down my face. And all for what? For those to be the best times of my life. The freedom, not having to worry whether your making people proud, or having the nerve of passing that exam.

I still remember the day I came to this school with all my friends; getting lost around the place for weeks and weeks. Slowly adjusting to this (what seemed) huge building.

Change. It's something we are all familiar with, happens when starting some place, course or opportunity that's new or different. It shakes us all up In all sorts of ways, and we all deal with It differently. It can either be the worst thing or the best thing for someone. To be honest with you, I think I'm still trying to settle with all this change happening around me but slowly getting there.

To help adapt to this start, I've been talking to new people resulting In making new friends, I've also been keeping on top of work and began to make revision resources to keep stress down. And at a slow paste starting to feel sort of normal and comforting.