I passed the IELTS with an 8.5 out of 9.0! I would have never fathomed this, ever. I was weakly hoping for an 8 but thinking I’d get a 7.0-6.5 or an even lower score on the Listening module since I zoned out for an unfortunate second. My individual scores were 8.5 on Listening (how!), Speaking and Writing, and an 8.0 on the Reading module (how!). In all, it is much higher than what Durham needed from me, and my studying paid off.
I’m sorry if I’m so lame and, if I post, I just post about my university process all the time, to those who read - I’ve been depressed for years and years and just now I found a dream to focus on. I still oscillate between being sad and anxious and any emotion in between, but I am mostly happy and excited but mostly impatient these days.
It’s weird being happy for so long, and it’s weird being happy when there are still things that sadden me but do not get in the way.
My favourites are lavenders, bluebells and forget-me-nots.
Lavenders, I don’t know, but at some point in my life, during fifth grade, I decided to play-pretend I was the lavender fairy (as a child I became engrossed in Cicery Mary Baker’s books), so lavenders have a nostalgic value to me. They were my favourites then, and they are moreso now.
I like bluebells because they’re of such a nice shape, and such a nice colour, and the word bluebells rolls in my tongue very nicely. Maybe I can’t explain it very well, but they appear in day-dreams often.
And I like forget-me-nots because I love their colouring, and they’re tiny flowers with potentially great meanings.
Because a. I need to work on my writing skills and b. I don’t want to die