At the end of 2015 I was nearing the end of my time in high school and getting closer to deciding what I wanted to do with my life after year 11.
I applied to 3 different places, all to do different courses. One was to do beauty therapy, one to do fashion design and the other to do A levels at the sixth form in the school I was already going to.
For so many different reasons I chose to stay on at the school I was already attending, to do A levels. It was somewhere that I knew everyone already and felt confident. I guess it was the safest option.
I wouldn't have to find out how I could get there, get used to new people and I guess a different lifestyle. It was a scary prospect to a 15 year old, to have to go out and meet new people with no one there to 'hold your hand.' For at least the first day you're pretty much on your own, until you manage to meet the other people on your course and find out that they are just as terrified as you are!
So, I stayed and did A levels, At first it was good. I was surrounded by good people in a place I had chosen to be. I thought I was happy there, which I was at first, but it wore off. Work got on top of me and it all suddenly felt very wrong, like I shouldn't be there at all. The subjects weren't right for me, they weren't what I wanted to be doing. It all suddenly felt like one big mess.
Near the beginning of 2016 I decided to get back in touch with one of the colleges I'd applied to back in 2015 to do fashion design and they gave me a place on the course.
I was super excited to be finally doing something I love doing and something I knew I was good at! Of course, over the summer I had the odd wobble thinking 'Am I actually good at this?' 'Will I really be able to do it?' 'What if I mess this up?' but overall I was so happy about starting a new chapter in my life!
As some of you may already know, I didn't have the best of starts as I ended up in hospital the night before I was supposed to start college.
After a rough couple of weeks I finally managed to start my new college course and meet me new piers, and do you know what? It couldn't have gone any better! I have brilliant teachers who are so supportive, amazing people on the course who I am now so happy to be able to call my friends.
Looking back, I don't regret starting A levels, as that extra year for sure gave me that bit more confidence that I needed to make the change much easier. I look back on it as a year of some damn good experience!
Changing places was the best decision I could have made. Of course I look back on my time in sixth form, sometimes I miss it, I miss the people, but I look back on it with happy memories and knowing I've moved to the right place for me.
I wanted to write this post, not only for myself, but to be able to go over all the change, but also to tell you not to always make a decision based on your nerves. Sometimes nerves can be a good thing and shouldn't stand in the way of what you want out of life but also, don't beat yourself up if you haven't taken the right path. Do whatever you can to get on the path you want to be on.
Thanks for reading guys!
Meg x
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