Leaving school doesn't just mean no more lessons, no more teachers, no more homework. It means saying goodbye to lots of friends who are going to university. At school, I have seen the same faces, five days a week, for two years - and now all my friends are heading off to different parts of the country. Seeing those same people every few months instead of every day in the lunch hall... that will probably take a little adapting to.
Leaving school also means working, apparently. I'm currently juggling work experience at the Camden New Journal with my Saturday job at a craft shop, and teaching piano in my spare time. I'm definitely keeping busy, and actually I'm really enjoying working. I've realised I function best when there's a lot on my plate.
I'm also applying for university this year, to study French and Beginners' Italian. As I'm out of school for a year, I'll have to keep up my language skills, so I think I'll get myself booked on a few courses in London, and try to travel around Europe a bit in 2015.
Essentially, now is a time of change, and the adjustments that have to be made to accommodate that change. Whether you're going to uni, getting a job, or really don't know what you're doing with your life, being eighteen is a strange and difficult age. All I can say is that I will try to welcome each new step in the uncertain journey to come.