I had to fill out all my visa forms at school today, but by the time I got there I was a little bit knackered and not altogether with it. It had been a long and busy day and honestly I wasn't at my best. Anyway, every other question involved me writing the word 'volunteer', but I couldn't remember how to spell it. The school administrator was standing over my shoulder and I couldn't spell 'volunteer'!
I’ve never been very good a forms. And I know exactly why.
When Princess Di passed away, we, like so many others, went to sign one of the many books of condolence that filled the country. When we were waiting in the queue, my mum prepped me to make sure that I wrote a nice message in my best handwriting. But the pressure proved to be too much for me, and I spelt my name wrong. I wrote 'Niola' by mistake, and in a desperate attempt to hide my shame, I took the black biro in my hand and scribbled over the error with all my might. For some reason my mum didn't seem too pleased with this, and after chastising me the appropriate amount, she dragged me home in tears. (I’m not sure who was crying more, me or her). Thus the fear was born...
Then during my A Levels I decided to apply to Cambridge University. My teachers told me I wouldn't get in, but I wasn't going to let that stop me. And so the lengthy and complicated application process began. That it took me 14 attempts to fill out the application form was probably an indication that I wasn't Cambridge material. Needless to say, the interview and my grades confirmed it!
So forms have never been my strong point.
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