Today, check this out, I went out! OuT. As in, left the house, not to do charity work or for school, or attend a religious function, or go to see friends of my mother. Actually out of my own accord. I went to the shopping centre, the one in town, not the one in birmingham, because mum doesn't like me going there, blah blah. I was supposed to be going with Louise and Charlotte and Neela, because Neela and I are engaged and we were meant to be buying the ring. Unfortunatemente, Neela has come down with a horrid virus, and Charlotte's mom and brother have the same thing, so she wasn't so keen on coming with and obviously Neela was out.
So that just left myself and Lou, which was really better, because it's a bit of a bummer to go shopping with a load of people, because they all want to do different things and it's a bit crappy. Either way, it was fine for me, particuliarment as Louise lives quite close to me, and has kooky fashion sense.
I actually arrive only seven minutes late, which was amazing, and I was vair proud of myself
crap, I forgot about this...never mind.
I got some wonder woman underwear, and a tee that says "hip to be square" with a pic of spongebob on it.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
THE PATRIOT
So, tonight was post sixteen evening. That's where all the students who want to come to our school for the last two years of education before university can come and look around. Most of the students are internal, so they know the school and are just interested in the specific subject areas, but we get a few students who are the smart cookies in their schools and are considering transferring in. It's a bit of a nerve wracking time, because you have to make the choice whether or not you're going to leave your friends to do something on your own, and even if that's a brave sentiment, it might not necessarily be the best thing to do. Also, it's terrifying. I stayed on at my school, and I'm so thrilled that I did, because everything here fits, I've got my niche, but it also means that I can't really understand how those girls are feeling, as they walk around.
I always volunteer to help out at open evenings, so it made sense to volunteer for post sixteen evenings. Every year I volunteer as a guide, which means you put on your good uniform, you polish your schools and then take a group around your school, answering questions and showing them what they want to see. It can be difficult, because sometimes the people in your group have colliding interests, or sometimes no interests at all! I enjoy guiding because I'm genuinely enthusiastic about our school and passionate about my subjects. As a guide, I can offer insights, answer questions, reassure them and basically, make conversation. Anyone who knows me, knows that I'm pretty good at making conversation. Basically, if I had a calling in life, it would be guiding, or bothering patients in hospitals. Either way, it's a captive audience, and all that talking means I'm not a blabber mouth later on, because I've used up all my conversational skill.
Granted, I've scared a whole lot of potential students. I can't help it! I become relaxed, and there is no thought process when I start speaking. A lot of things which seem funny, are really not, and a lot of things I find funny which again are really not. Luckily, more recently I feel as though I am able to distinguish between what is, and what isn't suitable to say, what's being quirky, and what's being weird, how far you can push the normal social boundaries before people become uncomfortable. Little by little, I'm improving.
So tonight, Kat came to my house first, actually, I'll just go through my day. I woke up this morning with an epiphany. I realised that I had triple booked myself. I was supposed to be doing biology coursework from nine to twelve thirty in the morning, going to a talk on oxbridge at eleven and going to the orthodontist at half past. It's amazing how I had before this not put the thoughts together. I'd spoken about going to the talk, about having to go to the orthodontist and I was very aware of my coursework, but it was only when I woke up that I realised what had happened, and how I was now supposed to be in three places at once. I immediately made a plan. I couldn't cancel biology, nor orthodontist, but I could get someone to tell me about the talk, so I crossed that off my schedule. Unfortunately, that still left me supposed to be at the dentists when I was carrying out an experiment. I mused over the problem while eating my breakfast ( not covered in orange juice- ewww) and alighted on a small fact which could be my saving grace. Someone had mentioned that if you finished the coursework, you could go, you didn't have to stay for the full three and a half hours. However, that would mean for me, finished everything in less than two hours, almost half the time it would take everyone else. I'm not going to outline my biology coursework, but I decided that if instead of doing my repeats after the original experiment, I could do them all together, collect all three sets of data, and finish early enough for my to catch the bus to the surgery which was a risky business in itself, given my prowess at getting the bus.
I started my biology coursework in school, and surprisingly it all ran smoothly, barring a smashing glass incident ( I swear test tubes used to be made out of stronger stuff) and I actually finished before eleven. My teacher looked at my skeptically when I asked if there was anything further for me to do, but after looking at my results said that I had finished the experiment in the shortest time anyone had ever done it, and gotten accurate results. I scampered off out of school, it was second period, and I intended to get back in time to catch the end of the third. After getting the bus ( he charged me a pound, so not fair) I arrived at the surgery, tried to open the door (wrong one genius) then walked calmly through the sliding door. I was called in fairly quickly and although I had been hoping to get the dastardly things taken off, he just put a new set on, a tighter one! Obviously my teeth immediately started to feel tense but I put on a brave face. It was at this point that I realised I didn't have enough money to get back to school (darn that bus driver) so I decided that since my house was within walking distance, I would go home instead, get some paracetamol and then let my mom take me back. While I was walking, I realised that the next three periods I had were history, lunch and then a free, which I was supposed to speak to the french assistant in. I had already missed the beginning of history, but I wasn't worried, as I'm fairly adept at history, and could easily catch up. Lunch would probably be easier at home, not to mention cheaper, and I hated spending that free period with the french assistant.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is when I decided to ditch school.
Yeah you heard me, DITCH SCHOOL. As in, not going to a lesson, because I don't feel like it! I've gotta say I've never done it before, and man is it empowering!
Truth be told, I spent that extra three hours drafting out a french essay on multiculturalisme, but at least I wasn't stuck in school with the stupid french assistant, having to give my opinion on having pets!
I resurfaced in school for sixth period, which was Chemistry, and I kinda needed to be in the class because no one takes it seriously, and thus no one has notes for me to copy up. I was in amazing spirits, having spent the previous three hours eating cookies and enthusiastically colour coding my notes (french law= blue, french politics= red) and basically had a super time. Unfortunately my classmates thought I was high.
So there you have it, ditching class, IS healthy.
Kat and I walked home, we were having a really good time, I think, although I'm sure she was upset about something or other and man does that girl walk slowly. When we got home, Kat amused herself in my room, tinkering with all my stuff and lounging around on my bed, while I changed and then we had tomato soup. Kat's never had tomato soup, can you believe?? She thought it was amazing, as it is. I reassured her that she'd have plenty when she went to university. We watched a french film and then got ready for the post sixteen evening.
Post sixteen evening always makes me feel patriotic about my school. Seriously, by the end I was very close to handcuffing myself to a pillar and refusing to leave. It just feels so great, it's like..my second home. I love love love school. I never wake up in the morning and say "uuuh I don't want to go to schoooool." Sometimes I don't want to get out of bed, and sometimes I don't want to go to a lesson, but I never don't want to go to school. Just thinking about graduating depresses me.
To begin with, I took a family around and met my friends in different rooms. I love that friendly feeling I get when I say hi to my friends in the corridor, and I can see how perfectly I fit in to school, how nice it all is. After that I spent some time in history, with my history homegirls, who were at first appalled at my skipping class, but soon lightened up. Then I went to french and did a double act with Kat, which seemed to go down quite well although I'm sure some teachers were laughing at us. I swung by the library for a little while and gushed about how I loved it before returning to history and chatting to potential historians, while sharing tidbits about the more scandalous side of history. For example, when Louise XIV was in Paris as a child, he fell in a fountain and was too short so he couldn't get out and was eventually found there in the evening. The girl I mentioned that to laughed, but said it couldn't possibly be relevant, to which I retorted that it actually was relevant and that I'd used it in an essay. FYI, it was one of the reasons he created Versailles and moved out of the capital.
At the end of the night, after some more historical bonding, I met up with Kat and her mum, who dropped me home and I wrote this! What a day! Tomorrow is the first day of book club, set up by Nandi. I'm the secretary!! No clue what I do as secretary. I finished reading the musketeers which was great, a very good all round story, I was sad to see it end. I'm currently battling with "far from the maddening crowd" by Hardy, which is difficult, but the plot pulls me on. Haven't had any time to read today, and shan't if I want to get to bed at a decent hour.
I recieved a letter from Yasamin, and also a lot of glitter, I shall reply to you m'dear, but not tonight, as obviously I've been vair vair busy. I also got an email from Jess, in which she revealed that if you live in California, your life is like a montage from the OC. (honest Megz :p)
I hope Melissaaaaaaaaah is betttaaaaar.
Does anyone know what a wolfkin is?
This blog entry is ovvva
I always volunteer to help out at open evenings, so it made sense to volunteer for post sixteen evenings. Every year I volunteer as a guide, which means you put on your good uniform, you polish your schools and then take a group around your school, answering questions and showing them what they want to see. It can be difficult, because sometimes the people in your group have colliding interests, or sometimes no interests at all! I enjoy guiding because I'm genuinely enthusiastic about our school and passionate about my subjects. As a guide, I can offer insights, answer questions, reassure them and basically, make conversation. Anyone who knows me, knows that I'm pretty good at making conversation. Basically, if I had a calling in life, it would be guiding, or bothering patients in hospitals. Either way, it's a captive audience, and all that talking means I'm not a blabber mouth later on, because I've used up all my conversational skill.
Granted, I've scared a whole lot of potential students. I can't help it! I become relaxed, and there is no thought process when I start speaking. A lot of things which seem funny, are really not, and a lot of things I find funny which again are really not. Luckily, more recently I feel as though I am able to distinguish between what is, and what isn't suitable to say, what's being quirky, and what's being weird, how far you can push the normal social boundaries before people become uncomfortable. Little by little, I'm improving.
So tonight, Kat came to my house first, actually, I'll just go through my day. I woke up this morning with an epiphany. I realised that I had triple booked myself. I was supposed to be doing biology coursework from nine to twelve thirty in the morning, going to a talk on oxbridge at eleven and going to the orthodontist at half past. It's amazing how I had before this not put the thoughts together. I'd spoken about going to the talk, about having to go to the orthodontist and I was very aware of my coursework, but it was only when I woke up that I realised what had happened, and how I was now supposed to be in three places at once. I immediately made a plan. I couldn't cancel biology, nor orthodontist, but I could get someone to tell me about the talk, so I crossed that off my schedule. Unfortunately, that still left me supposed to be at the dentists when I was carrying out an experiment. I mused over the problem while eating my breakfast ( not covered in orange juice- ewww) and alighted on a small fact which could be my saving grace. Someone had mentioned that if you finished the coursework, you could go, you didn't have to stay for the full three and a half hours. However, that would mean for me, finished everything in less than two hours, almost half the time it would take everyone else. I'm not going to outline my biology coursework, but I decided that if instead of doing my repeats after the original experiment, I could do them all together, collect all three sets of data, and finish early enough for my to catch the bus to the surgery which was a risky business in itself, given my prowess at getting the bus.
I started my biology coursework in school, and surprisingly it all ran smoothly, barring a smashing glass incident ( I swear test tubes used to be made out of stronger stuff) and I actually finished before eleven. My teacher looked at my skeptically when I asked if there was anything further for me to do, but after looking at my results said that I had finished the experiment in the shortest time anyone had ever done it, and gotten accurate results. I scampered off out of school, it was second period, and I intended to get back in time to catch the end of the third. After getting the bus ( he charged me a pound, so not fair) I arrived at the surgery, tried to open the door (wrong one genius) then walked calmly through the sliding door. I was called in fairly quickly and although I had been hoping to get the dastardly things taken off, he just put a new set on, a tighter one! Obviously my teeth immediately started to feel tense but I put on a brave face. It was at this point that I realised I didn't have enough money to get back to school (darn that bus driver) so I decided that since my house was within walking distance, I would go home instead, get some paracetamol and then let my mom take me back. While I was walking, I realised that the next three periods I had were history, lunch and then a free, which I was supposed to speak to the french assistant in. I had already missed the beginning of history, but I wasn't worried, as I'm fairly adept at history, and could easily catch up. Lunch would probably be easier at home, not to mention cheaper, and I hated spending that free period with the french assistant.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is when I decided to ditch school.
Yeah you heard me, DITCH SCHOOL. As in, not going to a lesson, because I don't feel like it! I've gotta say I've never done it before, and man is it empowering!
Truth be told, I spent that extra three hours drafting out a french essay on multiculturalisme, but at least I wasn't stuck in school with the stupid french assistant, having to give my opinion on having pets!
I resurfaced in school for sixth period, which was Chemistry, and I kinda needed to be in the class because no one takes it seriously, and thus no one has notes for me to copy up. I was in amazing spirits, having spent the previous three hours eating cookies and enthusiastically colour coding my notes (french law= blue, french politics= red) and basically had a super time. Unfortunately my classmates thought I was high.
So there you have it, ditching class, IS healthy.
Kat and I walked home, we were having a really good time, I think, although I'm sure she was upset about something or other and man does that girl walk slowly. When we got home, Kat amused herself in my room, tinkering with all my stuff and lounging around on my bed, while I changed and then we had tomato soup. Kat's never had tomato soup, can you believe?? She thought it was amazing, as it is. I reassured her that she'd have plenty when she went to university. We watched a french film and then got ready for the post sixteen evening.
Post sixteen evening always makes me feel patriotic about my school. Seriously, by the end I was very close to handcuffing myself to a pillar and refusing to leave. It just feels so great, it's like..my second home. I love love love school. I never wake up in the morning and say "uuuh I don't want to go to schoooool." Sometimes I don't want to get out of bed, and sometimes I don't want to go to a lesson, but I never don't want to go to school. Just thinking about graduating depresses me.
To begin with, I took a family around and met my friends in different rooms. I love that friendly feeling I get when I say hi to my friends in the corridor, and I can see how perfectly I fit in to school, how nice it all is. After that I spent some time in history, with my history homegirls, who were at first appalled at my skipping class, but soon lightened up. Then I went to french and did a double act with Kat, which seemed to go down quite well although I'm sure some teachers were laughing at us. I swung by the library for a little while and gushed about how I loved it before returning to history and chatting to potential historians, while sharing tidbits about the more scandalous side of history. For example, when Louise XIV was in Paris as a child, he fell in a fountain and was too short so he couldn't get out and was eventually found there in the evening. The girl I mentioned that to laughed, but said it couldn't possibly be relevant, to which I retorted that it actually was relevant and that I'd used it in an essay. FYI, it was one of the reasons he created Versailles and moved out of the capital.
At the end of the night, after some more historical bonding, I met up with Kat and her mum, who dropped me home and I wrote this! What a day! Tomorrow is the first day of book club, set up by Nandi. I'm the secretary!! No clue what I do as secretary. I finished reading the musketeers which was great, a very good all round story, I was sad to see it end. I'm currently battling with "far from the maddening crowd" by Hardy, which is difficult, but the plot pulls me on. Haven't had any time to read today, and shan't if I want to get to bed at a decent hour.
I recieved a letter from Yasamin, and also a lot of glitter, I shall reply to you m'dear, but not tonight, as obviously I've been vair vair busy. I also got an email from Jess, in which she revealed that if you live in California, your life is like a montage from the OC. (honest Megz :p)
I hope Melissaaaaaaaaah is betttaaaaar.
Does anyone know what a wolfkin is?
This blog entry is ovvva
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Late night on ward seven
So for the last two days, I've had like..hardly any lessons because my teachers are all AWOL so that suits me fine, after all, i just had three exams! It was pretty cool, is anyone else following the french elections? I'm rooting for Sarkozy, he's the man!....I cannot believe I just said that. Phew.
Also, I love love love Digimon. Although I've watched an unhealthy amount of it in the last week. So not my fault.
Last night, I was a bit worried about going to the hospital, because I hadn't gone in a while, what with being ill and then on holiday, so I was concerned that my placement might have gone to someone else, but luckily that didn't happen! There were SUCH nice people there yesterday. One guy noted the headscarf and said "thank you" in arabic, which obviously I don't speak, but I could understand that. Isn't that sweet? Making such an effort. And this other guy, was going on about how great it was that I was volunteering and helping the community and then there were these two old ladies who were such good fun, they were giggling about one of the doctors on duty and kept telling me how nice their tea was, which was good, because I'm very self concious about my tea. I put like, eight tea bags in for good measure, because there's nothing worse than weak tea! Practically everyone in the entire ward was drinking, so I made two pots, but I got round pretty fast either way, I'd arrived earlier as well, so I had a bit of time to spare. I spoke to the patients for a bit, but visiting hours were really over so most of them had company, and the others were a bit too drugged up to really hold up a conversation. Then I met this nice doctor lady, who asked if I wanted to do medicine, and when I said I was thinking about it, she was like "no no, don't do it" and said I should shadow her and see how awful it is. So I did shadow her and I found out that they still give morphine! I totally didn't know that! Ok, yes, only in small amounts but still. Anyway, it did seem kind of boring, with all the paper work, but it was still fun. I think I might organise a shadowing placement actually, to get to grips with it a bit more. But if I apply for medicine, not only is that the rest of my life, it also means I'd be going to Birmingham and I was kinda looking forward to moving out. This doctor said she went to the imperial college of london, which is awesome, and that was the only reason she moved out. I'd like to apply to Kings I think. At least one London university, but obviously I'm waiting on my results. Oooh it's all kicking off.
Wow, I was so busy this week. On monday I had islamic society, then on tuesday I had french club, and wednesday library duty! Next thursday we're starting a book club, so that should be really good. On the topic of books, I'm reading "The Three Musketeers" by Alex Durmas, although it's the abridged version, so it's much shorter. It's quite good, because it ties into my history lessons, what with the Duke of Buckingham, although it fails to point out that he's very gay...how odd. The characters are all kinda studs, and have mistresses and trysts and all kinds, sometimes consequtively! It's very shocking.
Mr Kearsey was going on about "how far how fast" in chemistry, and I copied it down, but I have like, no clue, so I'm going to read up on it. Infact, I have the book in my lap right now, so I should read up on it in a momento.
I bought Alex, La Haine for christmas and his birthday and really need to give it to him, but he's working alot these days, so there is not much of a chance.
I've made lots of new friends this week, or made people who I randomly see, into close friends although unfortunately the opposite seems true for Minal.
I'm not sure if I've mentioned underworld and underworld evolution. They are tres good films. Kate Beckinsale is awesome. Speaking of, someone stole Kim's pencil case yesterday, and I swear on Kate Beckinsale that it was not me!
Not much else to report. I'm worried that Megan has blocked me, PLEASE UNBLOCK ME PLUMCAKE! Also, I'm getting back to grips with my penfriends, all is good.
SARAH OUT!
Also, I love love love Digimon. Although I've watched an unhealthy amount of it in the last week. So not my fault.
Last night, I was a bit worried about going to the hospital, because I hadn't gone in a while, what with being ill and then on holiday, so I was concerned that my placement might have gone to someone else, but luckily that didn't happen! There were SUCH nice people there yesterday. One guy noted the headscarf and said "thank you" in arabic, which obviously I don't speak, but I could understand that. Isn't that sweet? Making such an effort. And this other guy, was going on about how great it was that I was volunteering and helping the community and then there were these two old ladies who were such good fun, they were giggling about one of the doctors on duty and kept telling me how nice their tea was, which was good, because I'm very self concious about my tea. I put like, eight tea bags in for good measure, because there's nothing worse than weak tea! Practically everyone in the entire ward was drinking, so I made two pots, but I got round pretty fast either way, I'd arrived earlier as well, so I had a bit of time to spare. I spoke to the patients for a bit, but visiting hours were really over so most of them had company, and the others were a bit too drugged up to really hold up a conversation. Then I met this nice doctor lady, who asked if I wanted to do medicine, and when I said I was thinking about it, she was like "no no, don't do it" and said I should shadow her and see how awful it is. So I did shadow her and I found out that they still give morphine! I totally didn't know that! Ok, yes, only in small amounts but still. Anyway, it did seem kind of boring, with all the paper work, but it was still fun. I think I might organise a shadowing placement actually, to get to grips with it a bit more. But if I apply for medicine, not only is that the rest of my life, it also means I'd be going to Birmingham and I was kinda looking forward to moving out. This doctor said she went to the imperial college of london, which is awesome, and that was the only reason she moved out. I'd like to apply to Kings I think. At least one London university, but obviously I'm waiting on my results. Oooh it's all kicking off.
Wow, I was so busy this week. On monday I had islamic society, then on tuesday I had french club, and wednesday library duty! Next thursday we're starting a book club, so that should be really good. On the topic of books, I'm reading "The Three Musketeers" by Alex Durmas, although it's the abridged version, so it's much shorter. It's quite good, because it ties into my history lessons, what with the Duke of Buckingham, although it fails to point out that he's very gay...how odd. The characters are all kinda studs, and have mistresses and trysts and all kinds, sometimes consequtively! It's very shocking.
Mr Kearsey was going on about "how far how fast" in chemistry, and I copied it down, but I have like, no clue, so I'm going to read up on it. Infact, I have the book in my lap right now, so I should read up on it in a momento.
I bought Alex, La Haine for christmas and his birthday and really need to give it to him, but he's working alot these days, so there is not much of a chance.
I've made lots of new friends this week, or made people who I randomly see, into close friends although unfortunately the opposite seems true for Minal.
I'm not sure if I've mentioned underworld and underworld evolution. They are tres good films. Kate Beckinsale is awesome. Speaking of, someone stole Kim's pencil case yesterday, and I swear on Kate Beckinsale that it was not me!
Not much else to report. I'm worried that Megan has blocked me, PLEASE UNBLOCK ME PLUMCAKE! Also, I'm getting back to grips with my penfriends, all is good.
SARAH OUT!
Friday, January 12, 2007
Bitesized exams! Dellllish
So there's this book, it's called Twilight and it's so good. Seriously, I read like, three paragraphs and then have to close the book and hyperventilate for a while before I can calm down. Meagan reccomended it to me, tis fantastical.
I had two exams this week, chemistry and biology which went fairly well, I think. I don't think I'm going to repeat them unless I get a C or less.
Urrg, I've got nothing to say so I wont bore you, life is great, but not so great that I can write about it being great. Different kinds of great.
Uuurg got to do biology coursework.
xxx
I had two exams this week, chemistry and biology which went fairly well, I think. I don't think I'm going to repeat them unless I get a C or less.
Urrg, I've got nothing to say so I wont bore you, life is great, but not so great that I can write about it being great. Different kinds of great.
Uuurg got to do biology coursework.
xxx
Friday, January 05, 2007
Did I die?
Perchance no! I GOT HOME MY GOD HOME ROCKS SO HARD! Don't you just LOVE LOVE LOVE home? My god I love home. At home, right, you have like, your bed, and your shoes and your clothes and I am SO GODDAMN THRILLED ABOUT BEING HOME I THINK I MIGHT CRY. After I sleep for about three thousand years it's going to be great yayayayayyyyayay.
Megan, I am working on the assumption that you did not, in fact, get drunk alone this christmas holidays, so GO YOU YAYAYAY I was thinking about you lots and lots like jelly tots.
In saudi arabia, despite having kick ass hotels and cheap room service and nazguls, they don't really do christmas.
I was also living in a refugee camp for a week and I didn't get pregnant, I don't think. Go me!!!!
MEllissaaaah I looooove the stuff you sent me! Unfortunately if you take unsuitable literature to saudi arabia you can get arrested, so I have not read it yet. Olive is still at alex's so she has not got her toys yet.
The mail has been been sent to the post office cause we were away, but I CANNOT WAIT TO GET MY STUFF. Jess, you better have liked your gift, we went through PERIL. damn near got thrown out of a library. A library which has probably sent me a fine by now....
Urrrg, we got so badly ripped off. How can people rip you off on the hajj? I do not know, but it soooo happend. Man did we get ripped off.
Megan, I am working on the assumption that you did not, in fact, get drunk alone this christmas holidays, so GO YOU YAYAYAY I was thinking about you lots and lots like jelly tots.
In saudi arabia, despite having kick ass hotels and cheap room service and nazguls, they don't really do christmas.
I was also living in a refugee camp for a week and I didn't get pregnant, I don't think. Go me!!!!
MEllissaaaah I looooove the stuff you sent me! Unfortunately if you take unsuitable literature to saudi arabia you can get arrested, so I have not read it yet. Olive is still at alex's so she has not got her toys yet.
The mail has been been sent to the post office cause we were away, but I CANNOT WAIT TO GET MY STUFF. Jess, you better have liked your gift, we went through PERIL. damn near got thrown out of a library. A library which has probably sent me a fine by now....
Urrrg, we got so badly ripped off. How can people rip you off on the hajj? I do not know, but it soooo happend. Man did we get ripped off.
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