It starts with a Writer's Block

In the mood, you know, that lets-do-a-lot-of-work-today mood, sitting in front of my 17 " monitor, I'm all ready to start my business coursework. But the words just don't flow. The thoughts are there, but the words are not. I stare the blank page in front of me. Inspired? Not so much anymore. Lethargic? Very!

What causes this transformation? Lack of concentration? Lack of motivation? I think the latter. Doing a second year of A-levels, with all your friends that you've had for twelve wonderful years scattered around the world, leaving you with only a handful of people to mix around with in school, the rest of which you will not even consider socialising with... Hardly a setting for motivation! For the first time ever, thoughts of wanting to leave this place inch their way into my mind. For the first time ever, I do not want to study! For the first time ever I'm part of the group that sits at the back of the class, making comments, making jokes. A lot of first time's this acedemic year. 'First Time' would have been a more appropriate title perhaps. I won't change it, however. After all, this did start with a Writer's Block...