"The Final Furlong"

Well, second year is FINALLY over.
I am 100% stoked about this, even though in a few weeks I know I will probably say completely the opposite, but I am very much looking forward to summer.
I feel odd, slightly empty now that I technically don't have anything to do with myself. I could always start next years work..?
This year has been so tough, in so many ways. I think my epic first year probably didn't help, easily putting this year to shame.

Wins:

• First 1:1 for a script
• 1 amazing new best friend
• a very fun household
• losing one annoying, false friend
• A reviewed and generally better mix of housemates for the last month of our tenancy.
  

Fails:

• lack of placement
• losing another friend who I did love.
• general stress
• other shit marks at uni, for useless essays.

I am, however, looking forward to third year. The chance to finally pour my all into a feature length script is so appealing, something I've been looking forward to and working towards for years now.
I've also managed to get hold of the email address belonging to a published writer, through my dad (this guy has even had his books made into films) and so am looking forward to picking his brains about anything and everything... if he chooses to even write back to a lowly student.
I probably wouldn't if I were him.