In exactly 11hrs and 25mins I will be at the Brisbane International Airport waiting to check in.
I just want to say that,
I AM SO EXCITED!
I AM GOING OUT OF THE COUNTRY FOR 10 DAYS!
I AM GOING TO NEW ZEALAND!
This is the first time I am going overseas since I was two and a half. And that didn’t really count because I can hardly remember anything about it. Although I do still remember parts of it.. I remember going on the Eiffel Tower and I remember having a huge salad breadstick for lunch and I remember dad buying us a chocolate icecream and I remember Uncle Daniel’s wedding vaguely and I remember mum giving me a shell and I remember visiting a few churches.. so I remember a bit about our trip to France but not very much.
But this time when I go overseas I am going to remember all of it. I’m actually going to be old enough to appreciate what I’m seeing. I will be out of the country for ten days, without my parents and with only a few of my friends. Of course I’ll have the rest of the band for company but I don’t know that many of them yet. Although I’m sure that I will certainly get to know them pretty well on this tour!
It’s going to be odd to be in a totally different place, with people who speak with an accent, using different money and seeing totally different scenery. It’s going to be exciting! I don’t think I will get homesick; I never have before on any of my other tours. I’m not usually one to get homesick or even miss my family because I’m usually having too much fun. I know that sounds really bad that I don’t miss them, but it’s not like I don’t think about them.. I just don’t miss them because tours are usually so fun I never want to come home!
So far, after having half a day off school, it still doesn’t feel like I’m finally free. But I think that the moment I wake up at 4 o’clock tomorrow morning, it’s going to feel like I'm on holidays.
I’m not going to forget you; I've made you guys the wallpaper on my phone so that I can look at you every day.
So i’d just like to say,
So long, farewell,
Auf Wiedersehen Goodbye!
See you all in ten days!
Friday, November 27, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Suprise, suprise!
Stupid little horny fucking bastard.
Both of you actually.
No, come to think of it, all three of you!
Yes.
All three of you.
You wanna know something?
Believe it or not, but I’m not actually made of stone!
I know it’s hard for you to believe, but I do actually have feelings!
Really really!
And you are actually hurting them quite a lot!
So please stop.
Please?
Because like she said,
We’re not all as stupid as you are.
So just stop.
And as for you,
I hope you know what you’re doing.
Don’t come crying to me when you don’t like the consequences.
Because I blame you just as much as I blame the rest of them.
Both of you actually.
No, come to think of it, all three of you!
Yes.
All three of you.
You wanna know something?
Believe it or not, but I’m not actually made of stone!
I know it’s hard for you to believe, but I do actually have feelings!
Really really!
And you are actually hurting them quite a lot!
So please stop.
Please?
Because like she said,
We’re not all as stupid as you are.
So just stop.
And as for you,
I hope you know what you’re doing.
Don’t come crying to me when you don’t like the consequences.
Because I blame you just as much as I blame the rest of them.
It's Over. Done. Finished.
So it’s all over now.
Dry your eyes now, baby
‘Cuz its not worth crying over
Anymore
You can’t change it now.
Dry your eyes now, baby
‘Cuz its not worth crying over
Anymore
You can’t change it now.
Exams.
Are.
Over.
(For year eleven anyway)
For ten months we have all been slaving away, trying our best to get good marks, so we can end the year with a good report card.
Am I happy with how I’ve done?
Not really.
But then again, I’m the type of person who says that you can never put in 100%. Even if you come first in the Olympic games or whatever, is that you putting in 100%? If you could get that far, what’s stopping you from going further? In terms of effort I believe there is no such thing as doing 100%. Because its impossible to ever find out your full potential. Because in terms of effort, you have no boundaries. No limits.
So it’s impossible for me to say that I’ve put in 100% this year.
But I know that this term at least, ive put in the best possible effort that I could.
But what happens when your best effort just isn’t good enough?
What happens if your best effort only gets you a B+?
This term I’ve done the best I could possibly do.
And yet I still manage to walk out of two exams and burst into tears because I knew that I failed both of them. I’ve never had a worse exam block. Why is it that the exam block that I put the most effort in is the one that ends up being the worst? Every spare moment I have had, I have studied. No msn for me this term. No myspace. No reading. No bike rides on the weekends. No going out. Nothing. All I have done is worked and worked and worked my arse off to get good grades. Every spare moment.
For six weeks my entire life has consisted of: studying, working, school, band, sport, choir, presentation nights and family time which includes the basic living necessities.
Would you believe that in the past three weeks I have had six award presentation nights to attend? That two nights a week, totally gone, for the past three weeks. I’d have to say, fourth term is the hardest. Even though its only six weeks long, you still learn just as much as you do in the other 12 week long terms. Plus on top of that you have all of the end of year preparations to take away even more of your time. So you’re left with maybe a few hours a week to study?
Such is the story of my life.
Sometimes I wonder how much better my marks would be if I didn’t do all of the extra things. If I didn’t do choir or band. If I didn’t do training. If I didn’t have a job. Do you have any idea how much more time I would have if I didn’t do all of those things? If I could have that time to study instead? If I lived right next to the school and got home at 3:30 every afternoon. If I didn’t do anything extra except school work. If I didn’t spend eight hours a week working. If I didn’t have to practice my flute or take an hour and a half to get home from school every afternoon. That would give me roughly 18 more hours a week. To do whatever I wanted. To study.
Some people have that extra 18 hours on top of me. They don’t have a job and don’t do any extra activities. And yet I still manage to get far better marks than them. What would be my best potential then, if I just had the same amount of time that they do? Would I be getting A+ in all of my subjects? I know I probably have the potential to. But I just don’t have the time to achieve that potential. One day I would like to live a week with the normal person’s amount of time to do study. And see what I achieve with that.
But when I think about it I know that I could never give up all of the things that I do. Even though they take up so much of my time, and even though I sometimes don’t even enjoy doing them, I am a stubborn person and I refuse to give up.
So I just want you to know,
That for the amount of time that I have to do study,
I do bloody brilliantly.
I’d just like to see you get the marks that I get when the amount of time you have is cut in half.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
When dreams really do come true.
After years of wishing and dreaming, it finally came..
And I found that I didn’t want it.
How odd.
For over three years, it was all I could think about. The only person whose opinion really mattered to me, at least on that particular topic. And yet, when he finally told me what I had wanted to hear so badly, I found I couldn’t believe him.
I suppose I had heard the same thing before, from a few other people. Not in the same way, because I doubt it could ever be said in exactly the same way by several different people. The way he said it was.. straight to the point I guess. Quite unexpected. Formal almost. It wasn’t like I was saying things that were asking for it; he just said it, not quite out of the blue because we were sort of on that sort of topic, but still when I read it all I could think of was “Well I didn’t see that one coming.” And straight after that “I don’t believe him.” I knew he wasn’t joking. I could see that what he was saying was what he really thought. But it just didn’t make sense. It still doesn’t. I have spent my entire life thinking the opposite, and then someone just comes along and tells me what, sure, I want to hear, but it had always been a dream, so far out of reach that it was pointless to even contemplate it ever happening.
It’s not like his opinion doesn’t count. I would say that it actually counts for more than most does to me. But like I said, I didn’t see it coming because I knew that it would never happen in my wildest dreams. How wrong I was.
But more importantly, what he said was followed by a conversation. An important conversation, to me anyway, and no doubt him as well. And he offered me a dream. A dream that I thought was even more unlikely to happen that my first wish. He didn’t describe anything, guys don’t tend to do that kind of thing, but in my head I painted a vivid picture of what he was offering. Every little detail I paid attention to. The same picture I had painted in my head for years until I finally began to lose hope and the colours of the paint began to fade. And then, last night, it was like he suddenly revived that picture and put all of the colour and sparkle back into it.
But a restored painting is never the same as the fresh new original. And this time my heart wasn’t mixed up in amongst all of the colours. So I viewed this picture differently to when I first created it. And I realised that I didn’t want it. Not now. Maybe in a few years, to which he did promise me, then yes, that painting would be good. But now? I can’t. I really can’t. I’m going into my final year of school; I can’t have that sort of commitment, that sort of complication, if I want to do well in that important year of 2010. It’s funny how before, I could see it happen. I could justify any of the obstacles that were sitting in the way of what I wanted. But now, when it is here and when it is real, somehow those obstacles just got that little bit bigger. And just that little bit harder to justify.
I’m glad I guess. Because that last area of my personality was always the only one lagging behind the others in terms of maturity. It was always the only part where the stupid childish instincts would kick in, because I didn’t have any experience to help it mature along with the rest of me. But now, maybe I think it might be finally catching up. And I’ve learnt that the first lesson to maturity in that area is to realise that they aren’t just things to giggle over and whisper about to your best friend. Although I have always been of the opinion that, in reality, they are just the same as what I am, so why should I treat them any different? Some people don’t even have that.
So I’m glad that I'm entering my final senior year with those thoughts in my head. And I feel sorry for those who are just beginning on the journey.
And I found that I didn’t want it.
How odd.
For over three years, it was all I could think about. The only person whose opinion really mattered to me, at least on that particular topic. And yet, when he finally told me what I had wanted to hear so badly, I found I couldn’t believe him.
I suppose I had heard the same thing before, from a few other people. Not in the same way, because I doubt it could ever be said in exactly the same way by several different people. The way he said it was.. straight to the point I guess. Quite unexpected. Formal almost. It wasn’t like I was saying things that were asking for it; he just said it, not quite out of the blue because we were sort of on that sort of topic, but still when I read it all I could think of was “Well I didn’t see that one coming.” And straight after that “I don’t believe him.” I knew he wasn’t joking. I could see that what he was saying was what he really thought. But it just didn’t make sense. It still doesn’t. I have spent my entire life thinking the opposite, and then someone just comes along and tells me what, sure, I want to hear, but it had always been a dream, so far out of reach that it was pointless to even contemplate it ever happening.
It’s not like his opinion doesn’t count. I would say that it actually counts for more than most does to me. But like I said, I didn’t see it coming because I knew that it would never happen in my wildest dreams. How wrong I was.
But more importantly, what he said was followed by a conversation. An important conversation, to me anyway, and no doubt him as well. And he offered me a dream. A dream that I thought was even more unlikely to happen that my first wish. He didn’t describe anything, guys don’t tend to do that kind of thing, but in my head I painted a vivid picture of what he was offering. Every little detail I paid attention to. The same picture I had painted in my head for years until I finally began to lose hope and the colours of the paint began to fade. And then, last night, it was like he suddenly revived that picture and put all of the colour and sparkle back into it.
But a restored painting is never the same as the fresh new original. And this time my heart wasn’t mixed up in amongst all of the colours. So I viewed this picture differently to when I first created it. And I realised that I didn’t want it. Not now. Maybe in a few years, to which he did promise me, then yes, that painting would be good. But now? I can’t. I really can’t. I’m going into my final year of school; I can’t have that sort of commitment, that sort of complication, if I want to do well in that important year of 2010. It’s funny how before, I could see it happen. I could justify any of the obstacles that were sitting in the way of what I wanted. But now, when it is here and when it is real, somehow those obstacles just got that little bit bigger. And just that little bit harder to justify.
I’m glad I guess. Because that last area of my personality was always the only one lagging behind the others in terms of maturity. It was always the only part where the stupid childish instincts would kick in, because I didn’t have any experience to help it mature along with the rest of me. But now, maybe I think it might be finally catching up. And I’ve learnt that the first lesson to maturity in that area is to realise that they aren’t just things to giggle over and whisper about to your best friend. Although I have always been of the opinion that, in reality, they are just the same as what I am, so why should I treat them any different? Some people don’t even have that.
So I’m glad that I'm entering my final senior year with those thoughts in my head. And I feel sorry for those who are just beginning on the journey.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever,
So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.
Winnie the Pooh, Now We Are Six
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
The Complicated Hierarchy of the Teenage World
The other day a comment was made by one of my friends.
About me.
It implied that I hold a lot of importance on social status.
To be totally honest, I was hurt and insulted by this comment.
I thought that this friend knew me well enough to know my thoughts on this issue.
But maybe not.
So I want to get something straight.
I don’t know whether my friend reads this or not but I still want to get my thoughts out about social status.
I hate social status.
Not because I don’t have much of it. And I know I don't have much of it.
No, I hate social status because there are too many young people out there who place too much importance on it.
I can see it not ruining they’re lives exactly, but certainly making them harder. I can see them throwing away their school life, not putting the best effort in, because that’s “not cool”. It’s “not cool” to be a nerd or to do well at school. To have high social status these days you need to throw away the will to put in any effort at school.
That’s why I don’t like social status. I see many people who place too much importance on social status and it ruins them as young people. They fail school. They go out and get drunk every weekend. They sleep with god knows how many boys.
I know many people like this. My sister for one. She isn’t at the getting drunk stage yet, but if she keeps going the way she’s going, she certainly will get there quick smart. Some people may say that I’m jealous of Libby. Jealous of her that she has the high social status, that she is the hot one, that she has all the boyfriends, that she is known by everyone. But I’m not jealous of her.
If I wanted I could get high social status in a heartbeat. I could be the “cool” one who goes to all the parties and gets drunk and has all the boyfriends. It’s easy to stop trying at school and buy all of the fashionable clothes and get all the boys onto you. This gets you high social status in the teenage world. But I can’t do that.
Because to get high social status, you have to stop being who you are and start being who you’re not.
And I thought you of all people would know that.
Why would I become someone who I’m not? Why would I stop being Stephanie and start being like half the girls in my grade? If I became like them then I would become a nobody. It’s funny how appealing the thought of being a nobody sounds good to so many people. Why is that I wonder? That’s a question I can’t answer.
If I wanted to be a “popular”, one of those girls who isn’t actually popular with anyone, except for maybe the boys, I would stop doing what they don’t like. I would stop doing band, I would stop trying at school, I would stop trying to be individual, I would stop doing choir, I would stop wanting to be a doctor, I would stop wearing the clothes I wear, I would stop doing my hair in the way I do it now. All of those things are easy to stop doing, if I wanted. But I don’t want to stop doing those things. How can I just give up my goal of being a doctor and of being successful later on? I can’t. I just can’t do it. And for me, I would give up the opportunity to be popular a thousand times, a million times even, if it means keeping who I am.
So I’m not jealous of those people who are popular. They are stuck in the here and now. But I am way into the future, where I am successful. And that’s what I tell myself whenever I sometimes get down about “not being popular”. Because I’ll admit, sometimes it does get me down. But only for a moment. Because then I think of the future and I know that if I went the way that they all do, then I would lose that future. And I can’t give up my future. Not for being popular. Not for anything.
Sometimes I just wish that perhaps they could see into the future as well.
Especially Libby.
Because she is my sister, so of course I care about her.
Because she is my sister, so I will always give her what she wants, which isn't always what she should have.
About me.
It implied that I hold a lot of importance on social status.
To be totally honest, I was hurt and insulted by this comment.
I thought that this friend knew me well enough to know my thoughts on this issue.
But maybe not.
So I want to get something straight.
I don’t know whether my friend reads this or not but I still want to get my thoughts out about social status.
I hate social status.
Not because I don’t have much of it. And I know I don't have much of it.
No, I hate social status because there are too many young people out there who place too much importance on it.
I can see it not ruining they’re lives exactly, but certainly making them harder. I can see them throwing away their school life, not putting the best effort in, because that’s “not cool”. It’s “not cool” to be a nerd or to do well at school. To have high social status these days you need to throw away the will to put in any effort at school.
That’s why I don’t like social status. I see many people who place too much importance on social status and it ruins them as young people. They fail school. They go out and get drunk every weekend. They sleep with god knows how many boys.
I know many people like this. My sister for one. She isn’t at the getting drunk stage yet, but if she keeps going the way she’s going, she certainly will get there quick smart. Some people may say that I’m jealous of Libby. Jealous of her that she has the high social status, that she is the hot one, that she has all the boyfriends, that she is known by everyone. But I’m not jealous of her.
If I wanted I could get high social status in a heartbeat. I could be the “cool” one who goes to all the parties and gets drunk and has all the boyfriends. It’s easy to stop trying at school and buy all of the fashionable clothes and get all the boys onto you. This gets you high social status in the teenage world. But I can’t do that.
Because to get high social status, you have to stop being who you are and start being who you’re not.
And I thought you of all people would know that.
Why would I become someone who I’m not? Why would I stop being Stephanie and start being like half the girls in my grade? If I became like them then I would become a nobody. It’s funny how appealing the thought of being a nobody sounds good to so many people. Why is that I wonder? That’s a question I can’t answer.
If I wanted to be a “popular”, one of those girls who isn’t actually popular with anyone, except for maybe the boys, I would stop doing what they don’t like. I would stop doing band, I would stop trying at school, I would stop trying to be individual, I would stop doing choir, I would stop wanting to be a doctor, I would stop wearing the clothes I wear, I would stop doing my hair in the way I do it now. All of those things are easy to stop doing, if I wanted. But I don’t want to stop doing those things. How can I just give up my goal of being a doctor and of being successful later on? I can’t. I just can’t do it. And for me, I would give up the opportunity to be popular a thousand times, a million times even, if it means keeping who I am.
So I’m not jealous of those people who are popular. They are stuck in the here and now. But I am way into the future, where I am successful. And that’s what I tell myself whenever I sometimes get down about “not being popular”. Because I’ll admit, sometimes it does get me down. But only for a moment. Because then I think of the future and I know that if I went the way that they all do, then I would lose that future. And I can’t give up my future. Not for being popular. Not for anything.
Sometimes I just wish that perhaps they could see into the future as well.
Especially Libby.
Because she is my sister, so of course I care about her.
Because she is my sister, so I will always give her what she wants, which isn't always what she should have.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
A Reflection on our World
Last night I worked as usual. With Jamie and Kim as usual. We made our usual jokes and had our usual d&m conversations. At one point towards the end of the night we were talking about how much kids use their phones these days and how fast our world was changing. And then Kim said something that made me think.
She said,
“You know what I like about Steph? She gives me hope that there are still some decent kids left in this world.”
I was shocked. Firstly that someone would say that about me, but mostly because someone had to say that about me. What I mean by this is that these days the children and young adults in this world are so demanding and inconsiderate that it has become a rare occasion that you meet a genuinely kind person.
I’m not trying to big note myself here by saying that I am one of the rarities, because personally I don’t think that I am. But I still see kids in the world today that are, to be totally honest, horrible little brats.
They think that they have a right to everything. They have a right to defy their parents, who have given them everything. They have a right to not obey any order given to them from anyone. They have a right to do whatever they want, whenever they want, to whoever they want. They have the right to backchat any adult who pisses them off. They have the right to be totally selfish and not think about anyone else, either in their family or around them. They have the right to demand anything off their parents or teachers. They have the right.
What happened to respect?
What happened to manners?
What happened to decency?
What happened to politeness?
What happened to the world?
Back just fifty years ago, the most important people in your life were your family. You respected them and loved them and they were the people who you were closest to. Your siblings were your best friends, the people who you told everything to. What happened? I know that my family isn’t like that, and I don’t think that many other families are like that at all. All kids want these days is to go out with their friends and spend the least amount of time with their family. Back fifty years ago, you would never backchat your parents. If they told you to do something, you would do it. No questions asked. If you even opened your mouth you would get the belt. Nowadays, there are laws against hitting your children. That’s fair enough because too many people have been the victims of brutal abuse. But having a no harm policy against children has made them demanding. They ask for everything under the sun because they know that they won’t get in trouble for it. The amount of people whose parents give them money “just because they need it” is ridiculous. What does that teach them in life? That things will just be given to them, free of charge, no questions asked. They’re going to get quite a shock when they get out into the real world.
Back fifty years ago, you would never think of disobeying your teachers. They were giving you opportunity, they were giving you a chance to do well in life later on. To disobey them was the most ungrateful thing to do. And yet here we are, having to suspend a student for verbally abusing a teacher. What right does that girl think she has to attack a teacher like that? Every right of course!
That story goes further. See this girl who verbally abused a teacher is the very same girl who is on the news tonight for getting expelled for “shaving her head, which the principal found disgusting and suspended her because she didn’t want freaks in her school.”
What sickens me is the fact that this is a lie. This girl, Emily Pridham, has always been an attention seeker. She is one of those fickle sort of girls who place an awful lot of importance on social status. Anyone who doesn’t have a very high social status isn’t worth anything. And Emily Pridham has never had a very high social status. So she has always done things to draw attention to herself, probably in an attempt to gain a higher social status. In a nutshell, she’s a wannabe.
I do feel sorry for her. All her life she has had to struggle with her father who is dying of cancer. It could possibly be that the stress of this ordeal pushes her past the limits some times. But I don’t believe that there is any excuse for verbally abusing a teacher, using atrocious language. And it hasn’t been only one time either. This is the real reason that our principal suspended her. But to then turn around and go calling to the media telling them that she was suspended for shaving her head is disgusting.
If she wanted attention, she certainly got it. She’s been on several news programs as well as quite a few radio shows. And what she’s been telling them is this. That she came to school yesterday morning with a shaved head, to raise money for leukaemia, which is what her dad is suffering from. That Mrs Tuite called her to her office and told her that shaving her head was disgusting and that she was being suspended for it because Mrs Tuite didn’t want freaks in her school.
Does she realise what sort of complications she has caused for Mrs Tuite? Does she realise what a bad name she has put on our school? Why won’t she take responsibility for her actions of not respecting the teachers? Why is she lying to the media and taking this nationwide just to get attention? And why is she proud of all of this?
Some people astonish me with their selfishness. With their inability to care for other people’s feelings. With their rudeness and the little amount of respect they have for anyone.
What has happened to the world?
She said,
“You know what I like about Steph? She gives me hope that there are still some decent kids left in this world.”
I was shocked. Firstly that someone would say that about me, but mostly because someone had to say that about me. What I mean by this is that these days the children and young adults in this world are so demanding and inconsiderate that it has become a rare occasion that you meet a genuinely kind person.
I’m not trying to big note myself here by saying that I am one of the rarities, because personally I don’t think that I am. But I still see kids in the world today that are, to be totally honest, horrible little brats.
They think that they have a right to everything. They have a right to defy their parents, who have given them everything. They have a right to not obey any order given to them from anyone. They have a right to do whatever they want, whenever they want, to whoever they want. They have the right to backchat any adult who pisses them off. They have the right to be totally selfish and not think about anyone else, either in their family or around them. They have the right to demand anything off their parents or teachers. They have the right.
What happened to respect?
What happened to manners?
What happened to decency?
What happened to politeness?
What happened to the world?
Back just fifty years ago, the most important people in your life were your family. You respected them and loved them and they were the people who you were closest to. Your siblings were your best friends, the people who you told everything to. What happened? I know that my family isn’t like that, and I don’t think that many other families are like that at all. All kids want these days is to go out with their friends and spend the least amount of time with their family. Back fifty years ago, you would never backchat your parents. If they told you to do something, you would do it. No questions asked. If you even opened your mouth you would get the belt. Nowadays, there are laws against hitting your children. That’s fair enough because too many people have been the victims of brutal abuse. But having a no harm policy against children has made them demanding. They ask for everything under the sun because they know that they won’t get in trouble for it. The amount of people whose parents give them money “just because they need it” is ridiculous. What does that teach them in life? That things will just be given to them, free of charge, no questions asked. They’re going to get quite a shock when they get out into the real world.
Back fifty years ago, you would never think of disobeying your teachers. They were giving you opportunity, they were giving you a chance to do well in life later on. To disobey them was the most ungrateful thing to do. And yet here we are, having to suspend a student for verbally abusing a teacher. What right does that girl think she has to attack a teacher like that? Every right of course!
That story goes further. See this girl who verbally abused a teacher is the very same girl who is on the news tonight for getting expelled for “shaving her head, which the principal found disgusting and suspended her because she didn’t want freaks in her school.”
What sickens me is the fact that this is a lie. This girl, Emily Pridham, has always been an attention seeker. She is one of those fickle sort of girls who place an awful lot of importance on social status. Anyone who doesn’t have a very high social status isn’t worth anything. And Emily Pridham has never had a very high social status. So she has always done things to draw attention to herself, probably in an attempt to gain a higher social status. In a nutshell, she’s a wannabe.
I do feel sorry for her. All her life she has had to struggle with her father who is dying of cancer. It could possibly be that the stress of this ordeal pushes her past the limits some times. But I don’t believe that there is any excuse for verbally abusing a teacher, using atrocious language. And it hasn’t been only one time either. This is the real reason that our principal suspended her. But to then turn around and go calling to the media telling them that she was suspended for shaving her head is disgusting.
If she wanted attention, she certainly got it. She’s been on several news programs as well as quite a few radio shows. And what she’s been telling them is this. That she came to school yesterday morning with a shaved head, to raise money for leukaemia, which is what her dad is suffering from. That Mrs Tuite called her to her office and told her that shaving her head was disgusting and that she was being suspended for it because Mrs Tuite didn’t want freaks in her school.
Does she realise what sort of complications she has caused for Mrs Tuite? Does she realise what a bad name she has put on our school? Why won’t she take responsibility for her actions of not respecting the teachers? Why is she lying to the media and taking this nationwide just to get attention? And why is she proud of all of this?
Some people astonish me with their selfishness. With their inability to care for other people’s feelings. With their rudeness and the little amount of respect they have for anyone.
What has happened to the world?
Welcome back!
Ok ok so I know I haven’t blogged in a while. Two weeks to be exact. But I’ve just been so busy! With exams coming up and being drowned in SOR and not having the last three Fridays in a row no thanks to presentation nights of some sort and working a fair bit, I haven’t had too much spare time. And when I did have spare time I found that I didn’t want to be on the computer. I wanted to be out doing other things.
As a result, this blog has not been touched for two weeks.
It’s not as if I haven’t had things to write about. I’ve had plenty to say!
Here’s a recap on the last two weeks.
I had my party. And I must say, it was a success. Everything managed to go fine and there were no mishaps. I somehow managed to cook all the food in time and get the house clean by the time everyone came. I think everyone had a great time and I certainly enjoyed myself. Once again I was astounded by my friends’ generosity and kindness. The amount of effort and thought they all put in towards presents and whatnot was superhuman. And because I was (as usual) not very good with the soppy emotions I don’t think I thanked them enough. But thank-you, to everyone who came (including my brothers who I don’t think I talk to very much! Sorry!) for giving me such a wonderful day and left me flabbergasted with how much you guys love me. Thank-you
My birthday came and went. I got older once again. Arrghhh 16 now!! :S In answer to your question, yes I do feel different; I feel like I have more responsibility and more of a duty to set a good example for people younger than me. And yes, every time I remember that I’m 16 I cringe.
(The only good thing about being 16 is that now I can a) get my learners and b) do that other thing legally :P)
I’ve been planning to get my learners soon, possibly some time this week but I can’t see that happening. Maybe next week? After I’ve done a few goes of the practice test..
Done a few assignments, haven’t done too bad I hope, now just got lots of study left. At least I have no more assignments!
I’ve managed to stay off msn. And myspace. [and blogger!]. I’m glad about this because I felt that before I was depending too much on it. At last I'm finding that I just don’t want to go on anymore. I can now focus more on study and getting where I want to be in life. And I’m happy. I’ve realised that it doesn’t matter if I’m classified as a “nerd” or a “frigid wannabe who doesn’t talk to guys” because to be totally honest I don’t really value the opinions of people who think I’m like that. Not that I did anyway. So from now on I think I’m going to concentrate on school because what matters is not right now, but what happens in the future. And my future is determined by how well I do at school now.
p.s. sorry to anyone who may have missed talking to me on msn (Josh!) but msn really is very boring and timewasting! But I still love you very much joshieeeeeee!!! oxoxoxooxoxoxooxoxoxoxox
As a result, this blog has not been touched for two weeks.
It’s not as if I haven’t had things to write about. I’ve had plenty to say!
Here’s a recap on the last two weeks.
I had my party. And I must say, it was a success. Everything managed to go fine and there were no mishaps. I somehow managed to cook all the food in time and get the house clean by the time everyone came. I think everyone had a great time and I certainly enjoyed myself. Once again I was astounded by my friends’ generosity and kindness. The amount of effort and thought they all put in towards presents and whatnot was superhuman. And because I was (as usual) not very good with the soppy emotions I don’t think I thanked them enough. But thank-you, to everyone who came (including my brothers who I don’t think I talk to very much! Sorry!) for giving me such a wonderful day and left me flabbergasted with how much you guys love me. Thank-you
My birthday came and went. I got older once again. Arrghhh 16 now!! :S In answer to your question, yes I do feel different; I feel like I have more responsibility and more of a duty to set a good example for people younger than me. And yes, every time I remember that I’m 16 I cringe.
(The only good thing about being 16 is that now I can a) get my learners and b) do that other thing legally :P)
I’ve been planning to get my learners soon, possibly some time this week but I can’t see that happening. Maybe next week? After I’ve done a few goes of the practice test..
Done a few assignments, haven’t done too bad I hope, now just got lots of study left. At least I have no more assignments!
I’ve managed to stay off msn. And myspace. [and blogger!]. I’m glad about this because I felt that before I was depending too much on it. At last I'm finding that I just don’t want to go on anymore. I can now focus more on study and getting where I want to be in life. And I’m happy. I’ve realised that it doesn’t matter if I’m classified as a “nerd” or a “frigid wannabe who doesn’t talk to guys” because to be totally honest I don’t really value the opinions of people who think I’m like that. Not that I did anyway. So from now on I think I’m going to concentrate on school because what matters is not right now, but what happens in the future. And my future is determined by how well I do at school now.
p.s. sorry to anyone who may have missed talking to me on msn (Josh!) but msn really is very boring and timewasting! But I still love you very much joshieeeeeee!!! oxoxoxooxoxoxooxoxoxoxox
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