Look At Me, I'm Sandra Dee

I should have written the essay I'm currently struggling with last week, but I didn't. So I guess I only have myself to blame as I attempt to finish, (start?), it now. I've spent the last two days staring blankly at an equally blank word document, praying that by some miracle it would write itself. No such luck.

I've come to the conclusion that taking A Levels was the worst decision I’ve ever made. A chronic worrier and long term examophobe combined with a ridiculous choice of subjects, (Biology, Chemistry, English Literature & Language and Psychology), I was doomed from that start really. If I’d have known more about other options available to me I would be struggling with a second year essay and not a first year one. Whenever I’m procrastinating I always seem to think about how great it would be to be nearly at the end of my second year, with only more to go. BUT I’m not so I need to stop daydreaming and get back to work. If I ever want to be in that position I’m going to have to stop worrying so much and start believing in my own work. That seems like a long shot, a really long shot.

Big cup of coffee in hand, a couple of biscuits for company and the Grease soundtrack on shuffle; I intend to start and finish this essay TODAY. After all, it is due in on Tuesday so I don’t have much choice.

'Look at me,
There has to be something more than what they see
Wholesome and pure,
Oh so scared and unsure, a pawn then,
Sandra Dee Sandy,
You must start anew,
Don't you know what you must do
Hold your head high,
Take a deep breath and sigh
Goodbye to Sandra Dee'