Admittedly, I'm thrilled to be out of uniform and free from the realms of black and white clothing. But this does mean that I must now start clothes shopping. Hmm...
I'm not a natural shopper. I enjoy looking at clothes, and I have no problem with spending money, but it's mainly the trying-on process that puts me off the idea. As a result, I haven't bought clothes (excluding pyjamas, school uniform and a few pieces that my mother got me when I had almost none left and was about to go to Spain) for two years and four months. Yes, really.
Whenever I venture into town (which was a rare occurrence this academic year), after eating I ususally head straight for the toiletry shops e.g. Lush, L'Occitane et al. When I do spend money, most goes on friends' birthday presents (which I really must buy soon), nice-smelling soaps, shower gels, bath products, cleansers etc. or books and magazines. Not that I'll have to fork out for clothes, anyway - I've saved my parents an awful lot of money due to my lack of clothes shopping, so I think they'll have to make up for it.
Most would surely be excited about a major clothes-shop. I, however, am not.
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Friday, June 25, 2010
Not 'je suis fini' - I'm not dead
Well, that's it - 11.5 GCSEs, plus many miscellaneous qualifications, done. But I've kind of gone into a state of shock. I watched TV for over an hour in one go today, even after I'd finished eating, and it felt so strange. It was almost as if I was having withdrawal symptoms due to a lack of revision. I really don't know what I'm going to do this summer.
Actually, I suppose I do, a bit. My father came up to me the other day and said 'Abby, we're going to Alton Towers whether you like it or not!' Well, luckily I do. I haven't been for five years and at that stage I was only brave enough to go on the mildly scary rides like Corkscrew and the Spinball Whizzer. But now I feel a little more valiant, so my father and I will face the queues and take on some of the theme park's more intense offerings. After all, what could be more fun than experiencing a force four and a half times your natural weight?
Other planned summer events include numerous trips to London, a visit to Frome and perhaps even a short break in Paris and/or Marseille (j'adorerais avoir une occasion de parler le français en France, bien sûr!) I'd also like to see Avenue Q again, for the fifth time! Actually, I happen to be listening to the soundtrack right now.
Actually, I suppose I do, a bit. My father came up to me the other day and said 'Abby, we're going to Alton Towers whether you like it or not!' Well, luckily I do. I haven't been for five years and at that stage I was only brave enough to go on the mildly scary rides like Corkscrew and the Spinball Whizzer. But now I feel a little more valiant, so my father and I will face the queues and take on some of the theme park's more intense offerings. After all, what could be more fun than experiencing a force four and a half times your natural weight?
Other planned summer events include numerous trips to London, a visit to Frome and perhaps even a short break in Paris and/or Marseille (j'adorerais avoir une occasion de parler le français en France, bien sûr!) I'd also like to see Avenue Q again, for the fifth time! Actually, I happen to be listening to the soundtrack right now.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Oh, is that an end in sight?
After an intensive week and a half of exams, I've now finished over half of my GCSEs - I'm getting there! Today was my final official day of secondary school before exam leave - an emotional whirlwind filled with signing autographs books, taking pictures, hugging and me pretending to be a dinosaur hatching out of an egg in RS. I really will miss so many people, quite a few teachers and some of the aspects of the school. I know I've outgrown it now, but it served me well for five years.
I've decided that today should be a break - no revision (what a novelty!), a bit of Facebook and music, and even arranging to see Sam for the first time in so long.
I didn't acknowledge that it was my birthday last Sunday and just persevered with revision. Of course, I will celebrate my birthday, and I'm going to do it properly during the summer. You know that phrase 'work hard play hard'? Well, perhaps I'll epitomise that during the summer - I've worked painstakingly during these past two years, so I really need to, er, 'play hard'. And by this, I mean that I'll maybe throw a birthday party, visit London, go on holiday, see friends, read for fun, learn a new skill and just partake in all the things that I've longed to do but have put off due to revision in GCSE years.
Never before has the phrase 'the end is in sight' been more relevant - it's exactly four weeks until my final exam. Four weeks from now, I will be rejoicing. It's not been an easy two years, but the time has had many fun points and was full of new experiences.
Oh yes, and I'm sixteen now. Okay, right, this is... exactly the same. Not that I expected to feel any different. When you don't celebrate your birthday, it's really just another day.
I've decided that today should be a break - no revision (what a novelty!), a bit of Facebook and music, and even arranging to see Sam for the first time in so long.
I didn't acknowledge that it was my birthday last Sunday and just persevered with revision. Of course, I will celebrate my birthday, and I'm going to do it properly during the summer. You know that phrase 'work hard play hard'? Well, perhaps I'll epitomise that during the summer - I've worked painstakingly during these past two years, so I really need to, er, 'play hard'. And by this, I mean that I'll maybe throw a birthday party, visit London, go on holiday, see friends, read for fun, learn a new skill and just partake in all the things that I've longed to do but have put off due to revision in GCSE years.
Never before has the phrase 'the end is in sight' been more relevant - it's exactly four weeks until my final exam. Four weeks from now, I will be rejoicing. It's not been an easy two years, but the time has had many fun points and was full of new experiences.
Oh yes, and I'm sixteen now. Okay, right, this is... exactly the same. Not that I expected to feel any different. When you don't celebrate your birthday, it's really just another day.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Provisions, projects, planning
A brief plan of the near future, without too much thinking involved.
March - Finish French and Spanish Oral Booklets, learn them, begin to make notes of other subjects to revise, perform final Drama exam piece.
April - Focus on revision for French and Spanish Orals, do the exams, build up revision of other subjects.
May - Continue to revise, do some of my GCSE exams, maybe think about the fact that I turn 16.
June - Finish revision, do the rest of my GCSE exams.
July - Get over the shock of (temporarily) having no more coursework/homework/revision to do, have fun, go to London and Glasgow.
August - More of the same, maybe go to Somerset, Bristol and Paris, receive my GCSE results and (hopefully) rejoice.
September - Start sixth-form, work very hard again, make some new friends (while keeping in touch with old ones), establish myself as a new person.
October - Continue to work hard, begin revision for any upcoming January exams, go to an expensive hotel.
December - Revise for my January exams, celebrate Christmas.
So, that might be my year, if things go to plan.
March - Finish French and Spanish Oral Booklets, learn them, begin to make notes of other subjects to revise, perform final Drama exam piece.
April - Focus on revision for French and Spanish Orals, do the exams, build up revision of other subjects.
May - Continue to revise, do some of my GCSE exams, maybe think about the fact that I turn 16.
June - Finish revision, do the rest of my GCSE exams.
July - Get over the shock of (temporarily) having no more coursework/homework/revision to do, have fun, go to London and Glasgow.
August - More of the same, maybe go to Somerset, Bristol and Paris, receive my GCSE results and (hopefully) rejoice.
September - Start sixth-form, work very hard again, make some new friends (while keeping in touch with old ones), establish myself as a new person.
October - Continue to work hard, begin revision for any upcoming January exams, go to an expensive hotel.
December - Revise for my January exams, celebrate Christmas.
So, that might be my year, if things go to plan.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
My laptop's ailing...
The cable went wrong again so the battery is running out fast. Thus, I'm on my parents' five-year-old computer at the moment. Fortunately, it has a shiny new widescreen monitor.
Friday was a joyous day for me. I spent the whole summer holiday (seven and a half weeks) worrying about something to find that it turned out more than okay - it turned out absolutely amazing. This has spurred me on and I'm looking forward to next summer. I'll finally maybe have a bit of wreckless fun and be carefree again.
Over the summer I had to write a monolgue for Drama based on the stimulus 'Blood, Sweat, Tears and Tantrums'. Horribly cliche, I know, but I managed in the end. I wrote four monologues and was only happy with the last one, which I wrote today while listening to Regina Spektor. It's amazing that no matter what her songs are about, at least one of them always manages to inspire me.
In around 31 or so weeks I will be free from my secondary school. I really, really, really can't wait for that day. Sixth form college and university will ensue. And so will happiness (hopefully).
Hmm, I'll make no apologies for this post even though I think it's slightly boring. It's a Sunday - what can I say?
Friday was a joyous day for me. I spent the whole summer holiday (seven and a half weeks) worrying about something to find that it turned out more than okay - it turned out absolutely amazing. This has spurred me on and I'm looking forward to next summer. I'll finally maybe have a bit of wreckless fun and be carefree again.
Over the summer I had to write a monolgue for Drama based on the stimulus 'Blood, Sweat, Tears and Tantrums'. Horribly cliche, I know, but I managed in the end. I wrote four monologues and was only happy with the last one, which I wrote today while listening to Regina Spektor. It's amazing that no matter what her songs are about, at least one of them always manages to inspire me.
In around 31 or so weeks I will be free from my secondary school. I really, really, really can't wait for that day. Sixth form college and university will ensue. And so will happiness (hopefully).
Hmm, I'll make no apologies for this post even though I think it's slightly boring. It's a Sunday - what can I say?
Friday, July 17, 2009
Everyone's going to Norway
Well, hyperbolically speaking. In reality, it's actually only 6 people that I know/know of. Still, quite a high concentration.
In other news, the summer school drama piece turned out amazing. It was particularly impressive seeing as they are 10-14 year olds, some of which have never done real drama before, who have a week to construct a play.
I was convincewd that it was going to be the least cohesive thing I'd ever seen on stage - it had pirates, sci-fi and an amalgamation of monologues, duologues and other little pieces set in the woods, at train stations and airports and in a tailor's shop - but incredibly it all worked in the end. Occasionally bits were forgotten but me, Amber and the two teachers were there at the back to remind them.
Overall, I was very proud.
In other news, the summer school drama piece turned out amazing. It was particularly impressive seeing as they are 10-14 year olds, some of which have never done real drama before, who have a week to construct a play.
I was convincewd that it was going to be the least cohesive thing I'd ever seen on stage - it had pirates, sci-fi and an amalgamation of monologues, duologues and other little pieces set in the woods, at train stations and airports and in a tailor's shop - but incredibly it all worked in the end. Occasionally bits were forgotten but me, Amber and the two teachers were there at the back to remind them.
Overall, I was very proud.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Music and miscellaneous...ities
I love this song at the moment. Probably always. Particularly the steel drums. It's incredibly hedonistic. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-wIvsZBFhQ
Originally I heard the song on the radio through the wall separating my bedroom and the office. I vividly remembered hearing the phrase 'Shock shock horror horror' and thankfully through that I found it.
Generally, I don't like 'old' music much. That previous song, from the 90s, is about as far back as it extends. Except for this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjsh2j7W6Bo
Today, just as I was savouring my ability to stay in bed at 9.30 am, my mum came into my room with a phonecall from my drama teacher. I'd signed up to help with a drama summer school for Gifted and Talented children and she needed my help today and tomorrow. I agreed and promptly got ready and rushed to my school, hair still rather wet. Thankfully, a friend from my drama class, Amber, was also there so I wasn't completely swamped by children aged between 10 and 13.
It was strange feeling different and having authority, but good. Everyone thought we were some kind of drama professionals... That is until I fulfilled my childhood dream of rolling down the sloping purple corridor at school.
I think we did help the performers with their pieces. I could tell they already had a lot of potential and will be good in further drama opportunities. One girl in particular, Bethany, seemed mature beyond her years and very independent. She knew hor to lead her group, however there were a few arguments when she was accused of being bossy.
It's their performance tomorrow and Amber and I may have to take some parts in it but that's fine. We're working on a Sci-fi voiceover thing so I better go and devise that now.
Originally I heard the song on the radio through the wall separating my bedroom and the office. I vividly remembered hearing the phrase 'Shock shock horror horror' and thankfully through that I found it.
Generally, I don't like 'old' music much. That previous song, from the 90s, is about as far back as it extends. Except for this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjsh2j7W6Bo
Today, just as I was savouring my ability to stay in bed at 9.30 am, my mum came into my room with a phonecall from my drama teacher. I'd signed up to help with a drama summer school for Gifted and Talented children and she needed my help today and tomorrow. I agreed and promptly got ready and rushed to my school, hair still rather wet. Thankfully, a friend from my drama class, Amber, was also there so I wasn't completely swamped by children aged between 10 and 13.
It was strange feeling different and having authority, but good. Everyone thought we were some kind of drama professionals... That is until I fulfilled my childhood dream of rolling down the sloping purple corridor at school.
I think we did help the performers with their pieces. I could tell they already had a lot of potential and will be good in further drama opportunities. One girl in particular, Bethany, seemed mature beyond her years and very independent. She knew hor to lead her group, however there were a few arguments when she was accused of being bossy.
It's their performance tomorrow and Amber and I may have to take some parts in it but that's fine. We're working on a Sci-fi voiceover thing so I better go and devise that now.
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