Friday won’t be my favourite “f word” anymore and I can’t f*cking wait. By @iamvandale
By Adeline Dechaud
Friday won’t be my favourite “f word” anymore and I can’t f*cking wait.
(This is my first scab ever and apart from the fact that I am writing it on a huge hangover, this feels good. So, so f*cking good)
-Yeah, you alright?
-Yeah I’m good
-You sure? Your voice’s shaking.
-What do you mean you’re in?
-I made it. I’m in SCA.
-WHAT?! ADELINE I AM SO SO PROUD OF YOU! I KNEW YOU’D MAKE IT! CONGRATULATIONS!”
This might not mean anything to anyone but this meant the world to me.
I. AM. IN. I made it.
And apparently everyone knew it, apart from me. When I say everyone, I actually mean everyone.
So I guess this is where I get cheesy and say: hey guys, whoever you are if you believed in me, cheers. I’m happy you were right. The cheesiest part would be: I swear I won’t disappoint you.
But f*ck cheesiness. I’m the one who I have to promise this to. Because F*CK YEAH, I’M IN.
But now, what?
No seriously. Now what? I’m so impatient to start my journey at SCA and meet all these future intakes that I decided to quit my job. Because f*ck it you know, why would I keep waking up grumpy to travel more than an hour to go do something I hate for a brand I have no interest in? I have a little bit more than a month to read 8 books written in my non native language, do my very first project as an official future intake, enjoy the last days of my social life (yeah I am aware I just made an evil pact with SCA and sold my social life to the Devil and no, I’m not talking about Marc) and chase Pokemon. I’m not joking it’s a full time job. So I need to work smart and stop f*cking around and transforming my brain into poo brain.
But I am f*cking ready and I’ve never been this hungry. SCA, I can’t wait for you to feed me.