Summer holidays signal the heart of the social media season - the Snapchats from everyone running off to exotic destinations and endless Facebook albums of their week in the sun.
It’s also a time for everyone to showcase their brightly coloured leavers hoodie with 2016 emblazoned on the back, three sizes too big so it will last. As we all know, every 17-year-old wants to reminisce about their middle school days.
The holidays are also a chance to catch up on all those TV shows, and ignore the pile of homework in the corner of your room. Procrastination is the word of the moment.
Last summer, I went on a trip along the east coast of America, visiting New York, Boston, Niagara Falls and Philadelphia - to name a few of the glamorous locations. However, this year my family decided to go one up on that. We went to Yorkshire, then on to the Scottish Highlands.
I was apprehensive at first. Whenever we looked at the weather it offered a bleak forecast of constant rain, localised flooding and high winds - none of which is ideal for a summer holiday.
Having said that, we were lucky. The sun shone down on us as we wandered through York (almost as good as the Big Apple) and the rain stayed away during our picnic next to a waterfall in the Dales. Contrary to my original opinion, it wasn’t quite as dire as I had presumed.
And whilst on holiday I reflected again on the biggest decision our nation has made in a generation – our departure from the European Union.
Originally, all those weeks ago, the result of the EU referendum convinced me that we would be stranded alone on our island forever. After all, there’s no Disney or the Algarve in the UK.
Fuelled by the media and angry friends, I was sure my future had ended.
However, so far that fear seems to be unfounded. Magic Stars have confirmed they will continue selling here. The rumour that Nandos will leave has been quashed. We may not have Disney, but we do have Pleasurewood Hills, and with global warming, we will soon have a perfect sunbathing beach around our coastline.
Of course, it’s not all going to be rosy, but we’re British. We’ve dug ourselves out of enough holes before. Generally, our nation is pretty good at complaining. I’m very much a culprit. I was not happy we were swapping Spain for Scotland. However, time after time things end up all right.
I’m currently sitting in my lodge at John O’Groats and not a drop of rain has fallen all day.
A post-Brexit apocalypse doesn’t seem to be coming.
So next time the media cook up a storm of discontent with cries of political suicide, I suggest we all take a step back before angrily sharing everything on Facebook. The world won’t end, at least probably not in our lifetime.
We’ve still got our pretty little country - rain, tea and all.
-- Lucy Cooper is a student at King Edward VI School, Bury St Edmunds