Who would've thought? I'm beginning to enjoy work! It's tough, it's stressful, it's scary and I'm terrified of making a mistake - I've made a couple already - and I've pretty much determined that I won't have a life for the next fourteen months or so, and yet, it's... fascinatingly interesting. I'm not bored and I actually feel more or less on par with my colleagues and not like some inexperienced greenie, which is how I usually feel when I work.

Something happened to me during my final year in London. Some change in attitude and personality which I'm only now beginning to realise. If it really is due to all the work I had to put into my ECAs and socialising this year, then the fact that I got a 2:1 instead of my much-desired first... I don't care about it one whit. I had a fantastic final year. I made lots of new friends, it was the best year ever for my society, I pretty much kept up with my academic work (until the exams), I travelled to ten countries in eight months, I managed to squeeze in some really good theatre and I had a smashing time with a wonderful boy. And I now have a pretty good job at home.

Seriously speaking, I shouldn't ask for anything else. And right now, at this moment, I'm not.

Thank you so much for everything that I have, God.