trente-deux: j'ai fini.

Ahh the relief of finishing awful, awful exams.

Seriously, some of these exams I've had to do in my first year at university have been the absolute worse. I can't remember struggling so much when I was doing my A Levels, though to be fair I did those exams at home where I felt more comfortable and less home-sick and friend-sick and Martin-sick, which inevitably adds to the wonders of exam stress.

But yesterday it all ended, culminating in a two hour exam in which I had to write 500 words of French about the pros and cons of euthanasia. Almost as delightful as my mock exam for this subject, where I had to consider whether paedophiles should be put to death (too easy was my conclusion in case you're wondering for some strange reason). They sure do come up with some interesting topics for us to write about, I remember the good old days of A Level where we churned out essays about the environment, which was the most radical subject we ever considered.

It felt so strange when I put my pen down and left that exam hall yesterday. It still hasn't sunk in that I've basically finished my first year of university and have somehow survived it all (in the hope that I won't have to return early to do resits that is, fingers crossed please) and now I have a long, free summer to enjoy. It sounds really geeky but I'm looking forward to being able to read for fun again, though in all fairness I am doing an English degree so I'm allowed to be geeky about books and literature etc

So tomorrow I'm heading back to Burnley for the summer, I truly can't wait. It's funny how much you miss a place that once upon a time you thought you couldn't wait to escape from. Though I suppose it's the people I miss there and not the actual town in reality. Yet there's something really comforting about the fact that this time tomorrow, I should be back home without any real worries. And so much to look forward to.