A Great Day

Never before have I been so nervous while waiting for exam results. Not surprisingly, though, because I was expecting results of the Certificate of Proficiency in English, the highest English language certificate there is. No more prolonging, I got an A! And it was the first time i didn't expect it, really. Throughout the year in Bell Language School (where I attended the exam preparation course), I counted my results after almost every exercise we did. Hardly ever did I get above 80%. Now it seems I did so in the exam - grade A is 80% or better (overall, you can even fail one or more papers, but if the others are good enough, you haven't failed the whole exam).

But for the rest of the day, I wasn't as idle as I could have been. I actually almost finished a video from the scout fair I was supposed to finish until the end of August. Quite unusual, as I always do things on the last day before the deadline. In the evening (or rather night, as it turned out), I helped the scouts from pack 309 unload their things from camp. It is actually a very challenging task to unload 15 bicycles, an old stove, loads of wood and boxes and many other things into the cellar of an apartment house without waking anyone up. But I guess we succeeded.

Overall, it's been a great day. I slept until 10 o'clock.

On My Personal Attitude to Work

I've always seen myself as a considerably lazy person. Partly because of my gift from God, a rare ability to learn and remember new things the moment I hear or see them - at least most of them. That way, I have almost no need to study or prepare for school at home - which gives me lots of space to be lazy. Another reason, I believe, are my benevolent parents. I am never really forced to do anything I really don't want to do. More time and space to be lazy. Yay for me?

Not really. Every time I know I should do something, my mood goes deep down. I sit in front of something boring, such as a laptop screen or a TV, and keep thinking about what I should have done. This goes on for minutes, sometimes hours, and in the better case, when the deadline comes near, I finally get up and create something half finished, making up a story why I couldn't complete it. Don't even ask about the worse case.

But enough whining. Things are starting to change, or at least I hope so. On Saturday, I came back from Scout camp. We drove to my grandma's place and the moment I got out of the shower, I realized I have nothing to do. Normally, I would find an empty TV set and try to kill boredom, but I actually started to search for any kind of useful activity. Very non-intuitive.

And as a rational being, I am looking for a reason. The only one I came up with is that in camp, I had really little time to be bored. However demanding, or even exhausting, it was, I enjoyed the doing, the making, the activity. As soon as I came home, I started to miss this all day long occupation, and I actually looked for something to satisfy my craving for action.

My mood has become much better. I have two main and new feelings. The feeling of being useful, and of having accomplished something. I fall asleep faster. I just need to keep this up. Keep your fingers crossed for me, pleeeease.

If you reveal a completely new side of you to others...

...it's like forcing the Amish to use electricity. They just can't want to accept a new thing that would destroy their own flawlessly operating world, and it's completely understandable that they don't.