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Time to sit back

Sometimes we have to take a little bit of time to sit back and look at things; look at ourselves, the people around us, what we're doing. That sort of thing. At school applications for Head Boy and Girl have begun, I've written my letter but I don't know whether I'm going to hand it in.

Why?
Well firstly I have a lot going on in my life right now, health wise. I've just been diagnosed with a pretty serious back condition which means I have to see a neurosurgeon and I'm in pain pretty much all of the time. I'm struggling to keep up with school work, let alone other commitments on top of that.
Secondly, we have to sell ourselves to people, we have to be confident enough to talk in front of groups of people... something that makes me want to cower under a rock for eternity. Again, I don't want any unnecessary stress on top of what I already have.
Finally, it means standing up and looking people in the eye that make me feel scared. It means challenging the comment a boy made in year 8 (yes, I remember things - it's annoying as hell) about how if I ever went for Head Girl then no one would vote for me. I'd hate to be the person that got the role and nobody wanted me to get it!

I get scared easily, but I'm getting better at coping with it. It's still terrifying though and I have no clue whether to go for it or not.

*Insert world's largest sigh here* Why does life have to throw everything at you at once?!

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