July twenty-first

Hello there, as I'm sure you can see, My name is Victoria and this is my blog. I'd shake your hand, but that's difficult over cyberspace and I'd find myself hard-pressed to encounter anyone who wouldn't scream like a little girl were they to be confronted with a hand coming out of their monitor anyway.


July is the first month I get off totally because I finished my GCSEs last month. For those of you in America it's the equivalent of SATs. To put it in English terms, we're all aiming for different "estimated" grades- some of us As and A stars, and some of us may be hard pressed to get an F. Make no mistake, plenty of us are not good at everything: I'm sure you know that. For instance, I'm taking fourteen GCSEs. I'm predicted at a C or above in all of them, and I have no difficulty saying that in thirteen I will get a C or above, but in Art I have failed MISERABLY! It transpired that I never was very good at drawing things... But never mind. Under my belt I'll have two Maths GCSEs, Two English GCSEs and three Science GCSEs, as well as a plethora of other subjects, some of which I don't even enjoy studying.


I don't get my results until August 24th and I am feeling okay but for obvious reasons I'm quite nervous. If I don't get good enough grades I won't be able to take my courses next year (German, Law, Government and Politics, Critical Thinking, Sociology) and if my grades are terrible I won't be going to sixth form (or post 16) at all. Though I doubt very much that this will be the case, I conjure up the situation in my mind anyway of opening that envelope and seeing I have failed, and it brings me a great deal of angst.


The fitness training is coming along well (having two and a bit months' holiday leaves me with only four choices- TV, Sleeping all the time, Getting a job, or Exercising. I've wanted to get fit for a long time now so this is the oppoirtune time to do it, and it's not in vain. My legs are thinner and I've dropped a kilo in a month.

Many of you may think this is slow but I must stress that because of the exercise and the protein I'm puttng on muscle as I drop fat, and I'm only sixteen so throwing myself into a streuous diet would only stunt my growth. Which I would HATE!!

I currently stand at five foot six and a half inches (about 168cm) and I'm about nine stone nine pounds (135lbs or 61.5kg). I'm not particularly bulky but still I've had a period of chubbiness between my ninth and fifteenth years of age and I'm working it off slowly because the last thing I want to do is stay this height. I have large feet (size nine english, ten american, forty-two european) so I'm growing into those. Slowly. and it is PAINFULLY slow, this growing lark. I wish I could shoot right up! I'd rather be lanky than how I am now.