When looking back at my exams, I realise how unlucky I was with my schedule. I had ten exams in the first four days, two more after another 5 days and then I had an entire week before my very last exam. I'm still not sure about how they went, but I'm certain about the fact that I could not have studied any harder. By the end of the first 12 exams I was sick and tired of seeing, reading and memorising books and notes. So my mum suggested that we went to England for a week. I would be able to study there for as long as wanted but I would also have the opportunity to see my family (which I otherwise would not have seen again until Christmas). That was probably one of the best decisions I've made in a very long time, not only because I could see more of my family whilst studying but also because (if I would take a break) we could explore entirely new places... and so we did.
In England the bluebells pop up in every piece of woodland at a certain time of year. Sometimes there are only 5 or 6 and sometimes there are thousands (like here). We walked down a narrow path only to be overwhelmed with a sea of bluebells. Both my four year old cousin and the dog appeared to be almost completely engulfed by them.
"A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower.
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell"
- Anne Bronte
In every little flower.
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell"
- Anne Bronte