It’s official, as of yesterday Teen 1 is no longer a uniform wearing school pupil. She has put the last full stop on the last GCSE and emerged dazed but triumphant into what is officially the Best Summer Ever.
I did helpfully point out that it is only the last GSCE If she passes them all and doesn’t have to re-take any which didn’t go down terribly well, TBH.
However, even my helpful parental musings couldn’t ruin the mood yesterday as she gleefully stacked all her books, flash cards, coloured charts and revision timetables into bags destined to moulder in the garage. The dining table was restored to its rightful use as a place to eat rather than a place to study, sigh, text, sigh some more, scroll through Facebook, delete Facebook because something irritated you, re-install Facebook due to FOMO, study a bit more…you get the picture.
Once the public areas of the house were ‘de-examed’, we headed upstairs to the bedroom. It would be easy here to write a trite paragraph about teenagers bedrooms being black pits of messy despair but, fortunately, Teen 1 does not generally conform to this stereotype (that honour goes to Teen 2 who wears the teenage pit badge with pride). Teen 1 is generally a little bit OCD about having a tidy room, some friends have even been known to be too scared to stay over lest their overnight bag caused offence.
So the fact that a certain amount of post exam fumigation was required shows what kind of pressure Teen 1 has been feeling. We liberated half a dozen glasses, numerous yoghurt pots in varying degrees of furriness, and a rubbish bag full of wrappers that explained why I thought there was a hungry marmoset living in the biscuit tin demolishing the contents as soon as it was re-filled.
The stained and food encrusted hoodie and shorts that seemed to be the 24 hour uniform during study leave have gone on a boil wash, windows flung open and crisp fresh linen put on the bed. In short, order has been restored.
Teen 1 now has ten glorious weeks of freedom stretching out ahead of her. Many plans are afoot – days out, trips to the beach, festivals, and of course the obligatory school prom (when did our secondary schools morph into poor imitations of an American high school in a Disney movie?). All scheduled around two Summer jobs which will go some way towards funding everything.
The first event is a big beach party rumoured to be taking place sometime next week. When I pressed for more details I was told that they hadn’t been released yet by Party Admin. What is Party Admin ? I ask. Apparently it is a self-appointed group of fellow 16 year olds hold that regular meetings, I don’t know where but I am suspecting Costa, to organise the details of the event. WTF? I am pretty sure that in my day we just scammed a two litre bottle of cider and hung around the back of the station for an hour or two.
So, Teen 1, if you are reading this (and I know you do, if only to make sure I am not revealing anything too embarrassing), enjoy your Best Summer Ever. You have earned it and I couldn’t be more proud of the tremendous effort you have put in to giving every exam your best shot. Even maths, our mutual nemesis.
Play hard, have fun, and when Party Admin finally release a schedule can you let me know?