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With honour

Hi everyone,

Time for a weird story: how I got a fake diploma.Or well, not really, but still sort of.

On Thursday June 16th, I got a call that I passed all my exams and would therefore graduate from my secondary school. Awesome! And I got great marks as well, just not enough to graduate cum laude (with honour). Well, whatever, my grades were still great.

On Monday June 23rd however, I got another call from school. If I still wanted to graduate cum laude? Yeah sure. All I had to do was redo my arithmetic exam and score at least 85% for that. 

So, I redid that test on July 5th. The only problem was: the graduation ceremony was planned on July 6th, but ,y school would receive the scores of my test on Thursday July 7th. Whoops.. what do we do now?

Well, I still got to go to my graduation ceremony, but I wouldn't receive my diploma until the next day. What did they hand me instead? A list of my grades at that point, printed on the same kind of paper as the other diplomas. Just pretend you got your real diploma for the picture, okay?

 And then it was Thursday morning. The phone rang yet again. Good news, I got 96% (96?! How the frickfrack did I do that?!? This meant I would get a 10 on my diploma! And, of course, that I graduated cum laude after all. 

I did it! Graduated with honour! I'm still amazed that I managed that.

Now, I'm officially halfway through the summer vacation (although I didn't really have to go to school any more since my last real exam on May 25th). In September I'm going to University to study Italian Language and Culture AND I'M SO FREAKING EXCITED!

This means I'll have to move out, into a student room (no not a dorm, there aren't much 'real' dorms in the Netherlands, not like in the US at least), as I'm going to uni about 2 hours from home.

I'll have to build a home for myself, and I can't wait to do just that. I am a bit scared, though. I know I can take care of myself, but that is still different from actually having to take care of yourself. I'm sure I can do it, luckily.

You take care of yourself too, dear reader,

Laura

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