Busy and important

If my past self from 3 years ago thought her year had been busy, she would not believe what I’m doing now.

Every adult around me always told me it would get busier and busier as I grew older. And part of me refused to believe that. How could someone be busier than I already am, I thought. I had no idea.

Last year felt like a continuity of high school. Going to school all day, everyday, homework and weekly exams. This year feels like prépa. Like real, intense, 2e année de prépa. All of the above plus trying to stay on top of my work because of the stake of next year’s abroad semester, while finally embracing the student life: going out, getting to know other people more, making friends, going to dance class…

As if this wasn’t enough, add in my first small job as tutor, me trying to figure out how to access my bank accounts and re-enroll at uni, finding an internship for June, finding a university abroad where I will spend nearly 6 months of my cursus, travelling with my family, joining a club (who volunteered to spend lunch breaks making crêpes to raise funds? That’s me) and keeping in touch with my high school friends.

Let’s say that 16 year-old me balancing dance, getting a driving licence and high school had no idea. That little 17 year-old me balancing that huge dance project and Vietnam trip with the bac and finding a career path had no idea.

I’ve been on holidays for three days now and we are leaving to Prague tomorrow morning for four days, then a weekend and school starts again. No rest for the wicked, huh?

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