School's out. Does that make me an adult?

On the 11th June 2012 at around 4pm a girl will walk out of a door, that doesn’t sound particularly strange really. Except that girl is me and when I walk out of that door (which happens to be one of those weird round automatic ones at my college) I will no longer be a journalism student at Harlow College. I will have handed in my last unit of coursework, said goodbye to my teachers (who, despite all my moaning I actually quite like) and be facing a summer of procrastinating until I go to university in September.