My first piece, Lost Opportunities, is based on the difficulties I faced when I was in Sixth Form, which was when I originally started writing as a hobby. I struggled with the jump from GCSE to A Level (for any American readers, these qualifications are the UK equivalent of High School). In attempt to capture a moment from this time, I settled on when I started the second year and discovered that the girl I had a crush on had dropped out. In an attempt to mix things up, I decided to present the moment as a terza rima (this was written not long after submitting the strict form assignment). Sorry, it's a bit of melodramatic teenage angst. But it's why I write; escape.
Aged 17, and all I get is strife
Sixth Form blows
I’d rather pick up a knife
There are highs with the lows
A girl who takes my breath away
Her smile melts the snows
Exams looming every day
I want to get them over with
There’s plenty more to say
More exams loom like a monolith
I want to ask her on a date
Anxiety makes that a myth
“I’ll ask next time I see her”, but it’s too late
I return to Chetwynd; she’s dropped out
I’m in an awful state
It demonises my growing self-doubt
Anger the system is inciting
“Fuck exams!” I still shout
But there is little to gain from fighting
So I often find solace in my writing.
Andrew Roberts, 2018.
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