/lit/ - Literature

I was good at everything (except P.E. lol). Somehow got good grades despite drawing all the time in lessons. Like.. I wouldn't stop. I took almost any opportunity to mess around rather than work. Never skipped school though. Well, I did skive a fair bit but only as much as I thought I'd get away with.
Smoked weed since I was 14. I was quite flaky with homework, especially in lower 6th (16-17). Teachers rarely thought I was putting in enough effort.

I was the best at English, violin, physics, maybe 2nd or 3rd at maths cos of algebraic mistakes. Algebra is still a weakness of mine. (subjects are w.r.t. year, violin is w.r.t. school).
Man I have to put this quote in cos ego: "Quite often * shocks me with how exquisite and grammatically advanced her writing is."

I was kind of a rebel but cried when teachers had a go at me.. I think I grew out of that. Thereabouts.
For my art GCSE my examined piece was about Ted Bundy. (I was obsessed with psychopaths at the time). Probs freaked my teacher out a bit. Physics teacher liked it though. He said I'm the most interesting person he's met. In class. I also asked my physics teachers questions they couldn't answer and corrected their physics sometimes. Felt as if the rest would resent me for it but I was fairly well-liked despite being a bit of a loner. I did have some friends but didn't see them outside of school. I never went to parties. At around 14-15 I hated myself.. and my parents for being so useless at handling my emotional state. I started hanging out with townies and that's how I got into weed etc.

In 6th form (16-18) I smoked weed a lot. I didn't hide this from my classmates cos I thought it might improve my normality-rating.

Had a "genius"/"artist" rep. .didn't know what to feel about it. Kind alienated me. Kids would often ask me to draw them. Didn't stop me from being insecure either.

For some reason I changed my ambitions from art college to english to physics degree and somehow got into oxford despite not preparing for the admissions test or having stellar GCSEs. Now I've just recovered(ish) from the depression/extended existential crisis, or whatever, that made my first year of university a fucking nightmare. Last week I was motivated and now I seem to have lost sight of my goals again and I'm not sure wtf I'm doing. Go me.