Here comes a serious blog. if you're looking for innocent anecdotes and childish observations then go elsewhere, because my plan to is write a piece of text so mature and sophisticated that if Stephen Fry were to read it he would be thoroughly impressed and endeavour to meet me. Just to help explain that last sentence, I see Stephen Fry as the epitome of intelligence and sophistication. Plus I imagine he's fairly well read and approaches any topic with no bias and a willingness to understand any point of view. Also this blog is in a different font to most of mine because I wrote it on word before copying it into blogger, because I really care about this one.
I am a currently a student at college; it is also that time where I get to send off my university applications. But that’s a topic for a completely different blog. Right now what I want to talk about is stress, or maybe stress is the wrong word. Pressure. It currently feels like there are great expectations on me to excel at college, go on to do a fantastic degree at university, then enter a job where I can work up to a senior position all before I hit middle agedness. These expectations are coming from left, right and centre. I admit that I do put a lot of pressure on myself, not because of insecurities or arrogance but because I know I have the potential to do brilliantly. As a small child I was adamant I would go to university, I could see no other way my life would work out. I knew I wouldn’t go to Oxford or Cambridge, but the tier of universities directly below the big two I saw as where I was “destined” to be. Fast forward to the end of my childhood and I was still aiming for a top university place. Now it seems much more likely that I end up with a place at a decent university. Decent as opposed to top; less than I would have hoped for. I cannot, however, complain; it is all my own doing. My adversity to hard work is what has caused me to be a lesser academic than I could have been.
This is where the genetics part of the title comes into play. I seem not to be able to motivate myself for any extended period of time. In my head I weigh up the pros and cons (mainly pros) of working hard, and then I get home and half heartedly revise for some time before giving up and playing on the xbox. It seems genetically ingrained in me that I look for the easiest route through life, if I’m brutally honest it’s what my Dad has done for many years. It seems to have rubbed off/been passed down to me. I hasten to add that I don’t always give up with revision and play xbox, there are days when I can get my head down and work hard for hours on end. The only problem is that these days are too scarce. I will also state that since joining college I do think my work ethic has improved no end, I wouldn’t have dreamed of doing homework on a weekend back when I was 15, in contrast I plan to spend a few hours today and a few hours tomorrow revising for my exams in January. Imagine that, me, out of free choice, revising for exams which aren’t even just around the corner. And on that note I’m going to make some breakfast and then re-learn the entirety of Russian history so that I do less rubbish in the exam and therefore hit the offer given to me by the universities of Exeter and Leicester.
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