My previous entry was somewhat confused, but the idea was that I was switching schools and had to get accepted in a new group. Always a bit scary, of course.

Well, it took a while, because I got very good grades, which is always bad when you’re 24 surrouded by 18-year olds. However, as soon as they realised I worked really, really hard for those grades (I actually made all my homework – can you imagine? They certainly couldn’t) all was well.

Although I had decided not to worry about them liking me or not, I was still very relieved they did like me. And I still feel it’s important to be liked. Not everywhere, by everyone, all the time – but I love to be liked. What can I say?

I won’t worry. But I will care. There!