Change

I had my interview with the sixth-form college that I most definitely want to go to and have known this since I was 11. I think it went well - the teacher was friendly, informative and completely accepted my indecisiveness. We discussed the IB and A-levels and established that currently I can't choose between languages and sciences. However, I don't have to make my final subject choices until September so that's fine.

Furthermore, today I realised that people can change hugely for the better. Sometimes it may happen in unpleasant circumstances, but ultimately it's often better just to let the past go for a minute and see what's changed. Because things do change, and sometimes for the better.

I think I'm getting the hang of blogging

You blog when you want and you write as much as you want. You don't obey rules. If you want to do all those quizzes, you do them. You express as much as you want. A blog is as anonymous as you make it. I'm Abby. I'm 15. Learn more about me if you want, or just leave it at that.

For me, my blog is one of the things that I hope to look back on years later (if it still exists) and follow my journey through, well, life. I've been blogging for nearly four months, but already I feel like it's been years. It's really sticking. I can build up an accurate image of myself over time. And you can interpret that however you want.

My first lines on this blog were:

We must start somewhere...

...And that's here. And that's me a couple of years getting stuck in the mud. Or dancing - you choose. Hi, I'm Abby and I currently have green nails and pink hands, because:

Well, if you want to know the reasons, read the first post! http://greennailsandpinkhands.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html

There's a picture of me that relates to the explanation given in that opening paragraph. Go on, have a look.

See, back then I was so different in blogging terms (probably not so much in real life, although I changed a bit over the summer). I was afraid to be anything but overtly (and sometimes overly) formal and 'posh'. I had less of an attitude. But this new tone that I've taken on isn't a bad thing. It's the me that I really am. Four words to describe the me that very few see (but still a very valid side) are cyncial, pedantic, stubborn and argumentative. I say this all the time, but it's true.

Isn't it amazing how things change?

I just regained contact with a boy I knew four years ago, when we were 10/11. At first he didn't remember me, but when he did he described me as 'quiet, tall and a bit chunky'. A very accurate description.

Yes, I was really rather quiet quite often. And I was one of the tallest in my class. That's always the way it's been. And, oh yes, I was fairly chubby. This fat didn't disappear until I was about 13.

Thankfully, nowadays I express my feelings whenever I want to. I'm still tall, but this is good and thankfully I'm a healthy weight now. It's fine buying adult clothes when you're 15; not so much when you're 10 because you're too big for children's clothes.