Dear Diary,
Well, exams have finally started. It's our final year and we've all been trying to work out what to do next year. Papa sent Alfred and I Good Luck cards before our exams. I've been writing to Papa about how nervous I am that school's almost over. I really like the school here. I like the teachers and I know the layout of the school really well. I was talking to Dad about what to do after this year. I told him I wanted to continue playing hockey as a hobby and that I still wasn't sure what I wanted to do. Dad asked me to think of what I enjoyed doing in school. I know it's weird but I do enjoy politics. I love studying it. I also love studying law as well. I asked Dad what he thought about me attending the 6th Form at my current school. So I won't need to move out and it will be a place I'm familiar with. He nodded and said it was a really good idea. I was really happy that he approved of my choice. I don't really know what I'm going to be doing next year. I applied for the 6th Form and I think the letter comes through today. But I do know one... upsetting thing that will change in September. Alfred is going to leave.
Alfred came back one afternoon cheering and shouting. I was working quietly in our room when I heard him running up the stairs. At this point Dad was still out working. Since we had gotten older and could look after ourselves, he started to go back to work than working at home. I only just had time to save my work before Alfred pushed the door open grinning with a letter in his hand. He ran over to me and shoved the letter in my face, telling me to read it. I shuffled back a little and took the letter. Unfolding it I noticed the logo on the tope of the page. My eyes widened as I read down the letter. Soon I understood why he was so excited. Alfred had gotten his confirmation letter on a sports scholarship. I smiled up to him and hugged him sharing in his celebrations. Alfred had really been working hard in training and his sports and it all paid off. He was going where he wanted to study what he loved. It wasn't long until Dad came home. We could hear him unlocking the door and calling up to us. Apparently I had some post. I double checked I'd saved my work. Alfred followed me downstairs as I saw Dad smiling and holding out a letter to me. I recognised it was from my school and suddenly felt really nervous. Alfred patted my back as I opened the envelope. I pulled out the letter and grinned. I had been accepted into the 6th Form on my chosen course! I hugged Alfred and showed Dad my letter. He said he was really proud of me. Alfred was quick to follow showing Dad his acceptance letter. I'm not sure how he took it, but he congratulated Alfred on his acceptance. I smiled as it finally seemed they could get along.
Dear Diary,
Well we finally have all our exams coming up. I hate exams, why do they have to have them in the summer? The weather is finally really nice and sunny and they put us in a big exam hall. Why can't they have the exams in winter when no one wants to be outside? Why are they always in summer? Anyway this year I've been working really hard. I really want to go on to be a professional sports player. I know that Dad really wasn't too keen on the idea. I think it's partly because he thinks I'm throwing my education away or something. But I know how hard it is to make it into the sporting world. You need to work really hard to be the best. But also trying to be the best doesn't mean you try to take all the credit yourself. To be good on a team you need to know when it's your time to shine, and also when it's the best time to help others out. So I had this kinda tryout thing a while ago and all these different talent scouts all came to watch our training and our game. I was really nervous about them and I played my best. I could see some of the others were nervous too. So I was just a friendly support for them. I knew how much I wanted to get through, and I knew these guys since the start of the year, I wanted as many of us to get through as possible. As the captain I made sure no one was left behind. The session was really long and hard but we all made it to the end without and injuries. That was a while back and all the teachers were talking about September and what to do. Though in my last lesson a runner came up to my class and gave my teacher a stack of letters to give out. I was a little curious especially as one had my name on. Looking round I realised all my team mates had letters too. It could only be one thing. A letter from the talent scouts.
I couldn't help but run home that day. I'd opened my letter and read it quickly. One word stuck in my mind. Accepted! I couldn't wait to tell Matthew, Dad and Papa. They would be so happy for me. I got my dream and I made it into my first choice! I quickly pulled my keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door. Running up the stairs to our room. I knew Matthew was already home so I raced to find him. Pushing open the door I ran up to him and held out the letter for him to read. He shuffled back a little and unfolded it. His eyes widened as he read I'd been accepted. He smiled standing up and giving me a hug. I hugged him back, I was so happy. Matthew said he was proud of me and said he knew I could do it. It wasn't long until Dad came home and called up to us. I couldn't wait to tell him the news. Though it did mean I'd be moving out in September, I'm sure he should be happy that I'm going where I want to go. He might not approve of my choice, but he should at least be proud. Dad called up saying Matthew had some post, so we both went down together. I followed Matthew down stairs to see Dad. I stayed calm and controlled as Matthew realised his letter was from the school. Nervously he opened it up and read the letter. He smiled and cheered as he announced he'd been accepted into the 6th Form and to do his chosen course. He turned and hugged me happily. Next he hugged Dad. I was so glad Matthew got where he wanted. Dad said he was proud of him, then he looked to me. He asked if I had any news about September. I smiled and held out my letter to him. He took it slowly and unfolded it. I wasn't too sure how he was going to take it, but he smiled reading it. Looking over to me, he congratulated me. I smiled as it was the first time in ages he's ever congratulated me for something. I hope we can all get along through the summer. And I hope Dad will be off my back now so I can enjoy myself.
