2012

It’s got to the stage now whereby I can’t even remember writing my last blog post. But now the end of the year has been reached it seems somewhat appropriate to finally return and spurn one more unimaginative fairly clichéd post out of the mill.

Just a few minutes ago I had a short conversation with a friend on twitter; I will refer you to his tweet, as I see it as rather fitting to this blog post:

'Normally I hate all the "omg next year is da wuhhnnnn xoxoxo!" tweets, but 2012 is actually so massive that I can sorta accept it’

Now I have to agree with this and say (although perhaps more eloquently and in a standardised manner), yes: ‘next year is dah wuhhnnnn’.

I think every year we enter, sometimes subconsciously, usually less so, into the next year hoping that it’s going to be better than the last, even if the last held some fantastic remarkable moments, next year has to better it. I’ve never been one for New Year’s resolutions because, like most people’s, they either: only last a few days, never happen, or I completely forget about them. I’m not sure about everyone else, but they’re also usually always the same: Work harder, stop getting so distracted, increase confidence levels etc etc.

But, this year, as I have mentioned above, will be completely different. Now I don’t think I’m even going to attempt New Year Resolutions, because, frankly, I know what I need to do and I know what I need to improve on in the next year anyway (see above resolutions!). However, I am going to talk a little about 2010, about 2011, and about 2012. The past, the present, and the future – call me Charles Dickens (wasn’t the BBC’s ‘Great Expectations’ fantastic?).

Now if you don’t know me, or don’t know me well, or even know me well(!), perhaps you are wondering why 2012 is quite so significant. The year London hosts the Olympics; the year the euro crumbles and crashes even more than it already has… none of those things. 2012 is the year that I, and the majority of my year, begin University.

Personally I can’t quite fathom what life is going to be like without school. Although at times I hate it, and get incredibly frustrated with it, I know I’m going to miss it exceptionally: the students, the staff, the lessons, the frees… All of it. Well, maybe not so much the ‘timed essays’, but the rest of it. Thus I’m not entirely sure whether to be excited or worried about the start of university. It’s going to be so completely different to all that I’m used to and I know that all of us, even if not everyone will admit or realise it now, is going to miss the help and support given at school exceedingly, as well as the friends and all the people we have got to know so well over the past couple of years. For I’ve found that Sixth Form really is the time when you talk to people, and become friends with people, you never would have talked to previously.

If I were to name a year that I think, for me, has been the most successful, I would have to cheat a little and choose June 2010-June 2011. In that summer I took my GCSE’s and received results that I am still incredibly proud of. In September, Sixth Form began and, although many people now say there isn’t much of a gap between GCSE’s and AS-Levels I completely disagree, then in November 2010 I started my first novel. By May 2011 I had completed said novel, and the next month I took my AS Levels which, with the exception of one, I am very proud of. Now if 2012 can be that successful then I’ve got a good year ahead of me.

It’s got to the point now, where I feel that this blog post (as mine often do) isn’t really going anywhere. I guess the point of it, more than anything else, is as one that I can look back at in a year’s time from now and see how much has changed.

Wherever all of us end up, I hope (and this is the cliché bit!) we all end up extremely happy, with lots of new friends, and a course and university that we will enjoy just as much as, or even more than, sixth form. 2012 is going to be absolutely terrifying, from taking those A-Level exams to leaving on that first day to University, but it should, hopefully, also be incredibly exciting: from the long summer of 2011 to the independence and madness of university life.

Whatever you’re doing in 2012, whether you too are starting university, working at the same job, looking for a new job, continuing on at school, or building a space rocket to traverse the moon, I hope it’s a success.

Happy New Year everyone.