Saturday, 19 October 2013
A Letter to My Sixteen Year Old Self
Dear me,

For example, you know that strange boy you added on Facebook just a few weeks ago, you know, the one who you thought had really cool hair. Yes, him. You're going to become absurdly and irrevocably attached to that poor boy over the next four years. He'll put up with you dying that hair of yours various shades of red (by the way, don't worry that absurd bob and fringe you had cut will painstakingly grow out over time and you'll have learnt a very valuable lesson in the process, namely never to do it again. Ever).

No matter what you think you will get through GCSE (and A-level) art and come up with some quite 'profound' and 'off the wall' pieces which OCR subsequently snatch up and take on tour. I hope you realise this means you will never see them again. Much like people refuse to be seen with you ice skating ever again, Miss Bambi on ice. However, this doesn't stop you having an absolute blast of a year with some truly awesome people. It's a shame it doesn't last...
Talk to you when you're 17.