SUBJECT: To Serena. From Serena.
Me in 1998,
You probably don't want to hear this, but indulge me (I'm getting on a bit now).
Be proud. Those GCSE results were really great and you worked your little socks off. Celebrate! Don't feel ashamed of being good at something. Also, take A Level Maths, not French. Trust me. You'll be less stressed, get better grades and avoid those horrible 2 hours watching 'The Runaway Bride' on a ferry to Brittany whilst someone was being violently sick outside.
Stop eating crap. Seriously. A diet of Dr Pepper and sausage rolls is NOT good for you. Mind you, the hashbrown-supernoodle-curlywurly University phase isn't much better.
Remember that burning desire to learn the sax? Do something about it. Oh and in the interests of saving time and money, grab your sister's guitar out of the garage and make Bekah's boyfriend teach you. And when they make you stand in the middle of the hall and sing, it's time to man up. And smile for crying out loud. It won't hurt.
Also, just because he fancies you doesn't mean he's worth your time. Especially when he never actually speaks to you. If he has nothing interesting to say, he definitely isn't worth crying over. I know you don't believe me, but nice legs and shiny hair do not a good man make.
Keep reading the papers and write write write. Then write some more. You'll thank me for it.
And no, tequila is never a good idea.