- I've started sixth-form college properly
- I've changed from A-Levels to the IB
- I've eaten sushi recently
- I've seen Swan Lake
- I've tried a cheese layered salad - and enjoyed it
- I've become ill for the first time in five months (that must be a record!)
- I've made vanilla and Nutella cupcakes
- I've been walking 15-20 minutes, not 2 minutes, to school
- I've talked to boys(!)
- I've missed my secondary school in ways I never imagined I would
- I've discovered the Starbucks five minutes away from school (thanks, Sara!)
- I've seen 'Sweet Lovers' Plums' - and plan to buy some
- I've completed a practical in Chemistry without screaming/jumping/standing a metre away from the bunsen burner
- I've seen the boy at school who wears a suit everyday
- I've introduced myself to dozens of different people
- I've developed a penchant for the Drench drinks sold at school
- I haven't stopped calling my 'college' a school - if I'm learning, it's a school!
Showing posts with label walk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label walk. Show all posts
Friday, September 24, 2010
Things that have changed since the last post:
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
So, Barcelona...
It was highly enjoyable, however:
Sorry Sara - there was no chocolate turron! It must be a Christmas thing...
- The room at the hostel housed six people and was incredibly small with only one bathroom, making the whole living experience unpleasant
- We walked almost everywhere, taking the Metro only occasionally, so I spent 6-8 hours a day on foot and consequently I'm now limping
- I felt a bit isolated for part of the trip, but I went to join a different group of friends and then it all got so much better
Sorry Sara - there was no chocolate turron! It must be a Christmas thing...
Friday, July 31, 2009
Apparently I'm 30
Tick all that apply...
[x] I know how to make a pot of coffee.
[x] I keep track of dates using a calender.
[ ] I own more than one credit card.
[ ] I know how to change the oil in my mum's car.
[ ] I do my own laundry.
[ ] I vote every election.
[ ] I can cook for myself.
[x] I think politics are exciting.
[ ] I balance my checkbook.
[ ] My parents have better things to say than my friends.
Total : 3
[x] I always carry a pen in my pocket/purse.
[x] I've never gotten a detention.
[x] I have never smoked a cigarette.
[x] I have never gotten completely trashed.
[ ] I have forgotten my own birthday at least once.
[ ] I like to take walks by myself.
[x] I've watched talk shows.
[x] I know what 'credibility' means without looking it up.
[x] I drink coffee at least once a week.
Total : 10
[x] I know how to do the dishes.
[x] I can count to 10 in another language.
[x] When I say I'm going to do something, I do it.
[x] My parents trust me.
[ ] I can mow the lawn.
[x] I can make adults laugh without being stupid.
[x] I remember to water the plants.
[x] I study when I have to.
[x] I pay attention at school/college.
[x] I remember to feed my pets.
Total : 19
[x] I can spell 'experience' without looking it up.
[ ] I work out on a regular basis.
[x] I clean up my own mess.
[ ] The people at Starbucks know me by name.
[ ] My favorite kind of food is take out.
[ ] I have gained weight since middle/high school.
[ ] The first thing I do when I wake up is get caffeine.
[x] I can go to the store without getting something I don't need.
[x] I understand political jokes the first time they are said.
[x] I can type quickly.
Total : 24
[x] I have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour.
[ ] My only friends are from my place of employment.
[ ] I have been to a tupperware party.
[x] I have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.
[ ] I have more bills than I can pay.
[ ] All my friends are older than I am.
[x] I can say no to staying out all night.
[x] I use the internet every day.
[x] My wardrobe hasn't changed in a while.
[x] I can read a book and actually finish it.
Total : 30
Add up all the ticks.
My real age is: 30
It does sound kind of right, actually. 30 seems like a good age. It's strange to think that I'm 15 and in 15 years I'll be 30.
In other news, Adie came round today. We walked around a local park and back at home ate pizza and looked up some funny things on the internet to do with Hannibal and Freddy Krueger. They're the kind of things that only a few people will understand. It was fun :)
I think tomorrow I'm going to a local event thing with two friends, Laura and Shannon.
[x] I know how to make a pot of coffee.
[x] I keep track of dates using a calender.
[ ] I own more than one credit card.
[ ] I know how to change the oil in my mum's car.
[ ] I do my own laundry.
[ ] I vote every election.
[ ] I can cook for myself.
[x] I think politics are exciting.
[ ] I balance my checkbook.
[ ] My parents have better things to say than my friends.
Total : 3
[x] I always carry a pen in my pocket/purse.
[x] I've never gotten a detention.
[x] I have never smoked a cigarette.
[x] I have never gotten completely trashed.
[ ] I have forgotten my own birthday at least once.
[ ] I like to take walks by myself.
[x] I've watched talk shows.
[x] I know what 'credibility' means without looking it up.
[x] I drink coffee at least once a week.
Total : 10
[x] I know how to do the dishes.
[x] I can count to 10 in another language.
[x] When I say I'm going to do something, I do it.
[x] My parents trust me.
[ ] I can mow the lawn.
[x] I can make adults laugh without being stupid.
[x] I remember to water the plants.
[x] I study when I have to.
[x] I pay attention at school/college.
[x] I remember to feed my pets.
Total : 19
[x] I can spell 'experience' without looking it up.
[ ] I work out on a regular basis.
[x] I clean up my own mess.
[ ] The people at Starbucks know me by name.
[ ] My favorite kind of food is take out.
[ ] I have gained weight since middle/high school.
[ ] The first thing I do when I wake up is get caffeine.
[x] I can go to the store without getting something I don't need.
[x] I understand political jokes the first time they are said.
[x] I can type quickly.
Total : 24
[x] I have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour.
[ ] My only friends are from my place of employment.
[ ] I have been to a tupperware party.
[x] I have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.
[ ] I have more bills than I can pay.
[ ] All my friends are older than I am.
[x] I can say no to staying out all night.
[x] I use the internet every day.
[x] My wardrobe hasn't changed in a while.
[x] I can read a book and actually finish it.
Total : 30
Add up all the ticks.
My real age is: 30
It does sound kind of right, actually. 30 seems like a good age. It's strange to think that I'm 15 and in 15 years I'll be 30.
In other news, Adie came round today. We walked around a local park and back at home ate pizza and looked up some funny things on the internet to do with Hannibal and Freddy Krueger. They're the kind of things that only a few people will understand. It was fun :)
I think tomorrow I'm going to a local event thing with two friends, Laura and Shannon.
Monday, June 22, 2009
True story
Considering my house is a mere two minutes walk from my school with only two roads to cross, I never really gave two thoughts to the possible dangers lurking on the journey. That is, until now.
As I ambled along, optimistic at what the day had to offer, I reached the crossing road of my walk. Anxiously I pressed the button at the traffic lights, keeping my eye on the intimidating gang of boys also on their way to school. Before I had time to shift away from them the crossing man flashed a vibrant green that meant it was time to stride across the road and escape from the raucous boys. My foot touched the road and I began my second step, hurrying to my destination.
However, this was clearly not going to be a smooth journey as I felt a mysterious object ploughing forcefully into my left thigh at a ridiculously high speed. Before I could even think or let out a squeak of pain I was splattered on the floor, my limbs a flailing mess and my right school shoe strewn into the middle of the road. That was when I felt the cruel taunts of hilarity from those formerly imposing boys. Now I wasn't frightened, just humiliated.
At that point I gaged that I had to drag myself up and somehow transport my aching body to school as I was already close to being late. Heaving my head up in shame, I caught a glimpse of the culprit of this heinous crime. The boy responsible for the accident wore a silver-black jacket, contrasting with his tanned skin and gently waving hair. He hoisted the hazardous bike up and his face shrouded with what I would have loved to be guilt. My teeth ground in frustration as I realised that this emotion was instead rage. I gave him the type of glance a disappointed teacher might give to a misbehaving student in an effort to prompt him to apologise. But rather than this he simply uttered a profanity and stormed off wheeling the bike away with him.
The pain in my left thigh now returned but on a level that could only be described as agonising. The only option was to gather my belongings including my runaway shoe and hobble along to school, desperately trying to conceal my anger.
I spent the next lessons fretting that a nerve had been damaged or that my leg had been torn open barbarically, but thankfully the only presents I received from that unfortunate accident were a few scratches and a mammoth technicolour bruise varying in shade from the initial navy to the more developed regal purple and terminating with a lovely chartreuse. Fortunately, I could still walk perfectly a few days later so it all turned out well in the end.
As I ambled along, optimistic at what the day had to offer, I reached the crossing road of my walk. Anxiously I pressed the button at the traffic lights, keeping my eye on the intimidating gang of boys also on their way to school. Before I had time to shift away from them the crossing man flashed a vibrant green that meant it was time to stride across the road and escape from the raucous boys. My foot touched the road and I began my second step, hurrying to my destination.
However, this was clearly not going to be a smooth journey as I felt a mysterious object ploughing forcefully into my left thigh at a ridiculously high speed. Before I could even think or let out a squeak of pain I was splattered on the floor, my limbs a flailing mess and my right school shoe strewn into the middle of the road. That was when I felt the cruel taunts of hilarity from those formerly imposing boys. Now I wasn't frightened, just humiliated.
At that point I gaged that I had to drag myself up and somehow transport my aching body to school as I was already close to being late. Heaving my head up in shame, I caught a glimpse of the culprit of this heinous crime. The boy responsible for the accident wore a silver-black jacket, contrasting with his tanned skin and gently waving hair. He hoisted the hazardous bike up and his face shrouded with what I would have loved to be guilt. My teeth ground in frustration as I realised that this emotion was instead rage. I gave him the type of glance a disappointed teacher might give to a misbehaving student in an effort to prompt him to apologise. But rather than this he simply uttered a profanity and stormed off wheeling the bike away with him.
The pain in my left thigh now returned but on a level that could only be described as agonising. The only option was to gather my belongings including my runaway shoe and hobble along to school, desperately trying to conceal my anger.
I spent the next lessons fretting that a nerve had been damaged or that my leg had been torn open barbarically, but thankfully the only presents I received from that unfortunate accident were a few scratches and a mammoth technicolour bruise varying in shade from the initial navy to the more developed regal purple and terminating with a lovely chartreuse. Fortunately, I could still walk perfectly a few days later so it all turned out well in the end.
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