25th November
It's very hard to concentrate on driving when there are four hilariously loud people in the car with you.
"turn up the radio"
"what does that button do?" [presses button...hazard lights go on]
"what will happened if I pull up the handbrake now?"
"why are you only doing 30?"
Suppose I learnt that I might not be ready for transporting my drunken friends just yet, despite having passed my test.
I drove to pick everybody up from a friends house with the intention of parking two minutes away from the pub nearby. However, upon my jittery and poorly-parked arrival they informed me that our friend's 18th drinks was being moved to another pub about five minutes from my house. Great. I think, despite what they claimed, they knew all along and chose not to tell me as they realised I wouldn't be driving and thus giving them a lift if I was aware of this new development. I was in awe of their sneakiness.
A nice evening (as it turned out in the end) got better when I came home to an invitation letter from Oxford inviting me for an interview. I have to stay there for at least four days and I felt a real sense of achievement. I learnt that all that seemingly pointless and tedious work I've put in regarding exams in the last two years has paid off.
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