And...back to the panic

So just when I felt that I was finally getting things under control; Finding a reasonable balance between terror-driven non-stop revision and endless procrastination, organising work experience and various activities to pretty up a CV, starting my job; I had almost forgotten about the biggest question of all. This has just changed- UCAS is open, and the realisation has struck me that, when I was looking at the university applicant stalking pages on the Student Room, that I should really be on there. And I am still as clueless as ever. Have I made the wrong decision in rejecting the idea of medicine? And is it too late? Which science is best? What's the difference between molecular biology and biochemistry? Is it acceptable to choose a course because it has a name you can understand? Or because it means you don't have to decide where your life is going quite yet? The range of choice out there is, quite frankly, terrifying, and however much teachers, parents, those for whom the whole thing is behind them, say that it doesn't really matter which university you go to , or that you can always change your career, I know that this choice matters, hugely, and that there is absolutely nothing stopping me from stumbling blindly down the wrong path.

Exams. Are. Finished!

Due to the revision madness, I must apologise for having not having posted for the last few weeks (Although statistics tell me I have had a grand total of 1 view in the last week, and I think that may have been me, the only one who really cares about this is myself), but I can now proudly announce to the world that I have achieved two things: Firstly, I managed to get through 11 exams without melting into an inert, bubbling blob of flesh. Secondly, I have, after a year and a half of searching (thanks youth unemployment...) managed to get myself a part time job. However, this does not start until next saturday, so I have had a blissful week on a house swap in brighton with absolutely no work. I have done nothing but read, eat ice creams on the pier, and play cut the rope. Life is sweet.