Where do I fucking start.
I guess I should start with the start? I think?
I don’t know. In October 2024, I lost my dad to a motorcycle accident. I don’t want to get into the nitty gritty of it, and what it meant to my family, but it left me, my mum and my sister in a fairly serious financial situation. Due to this, my school at the time recommended me to a school help foundation that I’ll leave unnamed so I don’t doxx myself. That foundation eventually recommended me to another foundation that would give me a full 110% scholarship to a boarding school in England. I got lucky, and was given a place about 15 minutes away from my house (So I’d be a day student, rather than a boarder). It’s also the place where my sister went to sixth form, so there’s a familial link.
I genuinely believe that that was the worst choice I’ve ever made.
I’m smart. I’m like, really smart. Like the amount of smart that people start thinking you are scary, type smart. In year 8, I used to get 7’s in all my subjects. Especially science. Physics, biology and chemistry, but especially biology.
Not at the end, though. I got 5’s. All 5’s, except 7’s in Maths, History and English. What I am good, no, great at, I did “Above average” in. That’s not me. No, I would have gotten better, I would have been better; Had I not have known from the word go that I was in the clear.
I took a position based on the worst thing that ever happened to me, and it led me to what is arguably the best thing to ever happen to be; and I hate it. I hate it with all that my heart has left to hate.
I just can’t shake the feeling that I should never have gotten here, and if I should have, it was never supposed to happen that way. I should never have taken it. Never. If I’d have gotten this off my own back; off my own hard work, I wouldn’t feel this way. I wholeheartedly believe that. And it’s shown in my results, too. I went to the 6th form’s scholarship program, and I really gave it my all; and I did it. I aced the Geography exam, out of 60 I got 57. I did pretty fucking well in physics, too. 80 or so out of 100. Because I always thought, even maybe if just in the back of my head, I could change it. I could just get to where I was supposed to be the way I was supposed to, without piggybacking off the worst event of my life. And then I got 5’s in every subject I was going to take. Because in the back of my head, I knew I was safe.
I start tomorrow, and I don’t even have any of my friends beside me to help me through this. They’re all at the local public sixth form. Where I am supposed to be. Because I was given an opportunity I never should’ve had.
And the fact that so many people dream of this happening to them makes me feel worse. It makes me feel lucky, special, even, and I hate it. Because it’s for a reason I don’t deserve.
I have no doubt in my mind, none at all, that I’m depressed. I’m smart. More than smart enough to know that. I know that, given enough time, my mind will change; but I really, really don’t want it to. Because I understand the truth, now. It’s the first time in a long time, maybe since my dad’s passing, that I see it all clearly.
At least that’s what I think.
I told my mum, today. I said it all to her.
She said that I was lucky, that this is what so many less fortunate people dream of.
That made me feel worse. I shouldn’t have this position, someone else should. I could’ve made it on my own had I just fucking tried harder. Had I not taken the path that I have.
She said that my dad would be proud of me, and I don’t doubt that. I know he would be. But that doesn’t help. I can’t help but think that this isn’t where I should be. And if it is, then this isn’t the path I should’ve taken.
I don’t know dude. I really just dont know.