I was always taught to be proud of achievements and never be ashamed to fail. I was taught to be ambitious and always strive to be better, to work and be proud of what I had worked hard for. To never take credit for something I hadn’t done.

I went to Central America and I tried damn hard to help those children - I tried to be someone good in their life, to be someone who made a difference. I possibly didn’t do a great job of it, I was seventeen and emotional at the poverty I saw. But I tried. 

I came back from South America and lost interest in everything - including life. I was seventeen and yet somehow I started loosing faith in everything. I never went to church, or to college, I drank tequila and practically lived my life to skype people from Guatemala, or to sleep. I look back and instead of being ashamed; i’m proud that I managed to pick myself up from that.

Sure, I’ve been lazy since - what seventeen year old wants to sit home and do coursework every night instead of going out and having a good time? I didn’t do very much coursework at all in the few months I had left in college, but my work is now all due in the 27th May. I then have a couple of weeks to fix any errors. I had about twenty pieces left and I was really lazy, but now - i’ve picked up the pace and got nearly all the work done, in record time.

I’m proud of that. I have two pieces of coursework outstanding and that’s it. I intend to have them both in before next Friday when my deadline becomes very real. I’m so proud that I’ve managed to turn my laziness around and become a productive coursework machine and still have a good social life.

Always strive, always be proud of your achievements <3