Getting up this morning was so hard. It's officially Autumn, which means that the nights are slowly beginning to get longer, darker, more unpleasant. I was roused by the sound of my phone's alarm at a wonderful 6 o'clock in the morning today, and sat, shivering in my bed, for a good 15 minutes before finally dragging myself downstairs.
First obstacle of the week: a concerning lack of coffee in the house. I emptied what little granules were left and tried to compensate by using a smaller mug. Didn't work. I was briefly roused by a brisk walk to the bus stop, although the strange warmth and wet weather didn't particularly help, especially as the bus heaters were blazing and the traffic was slow. Seriously. We crawled along at an agonising pace through Monday morning traffic today. I've never seen it that bad before. I suppose the wet weather didn't really help - but seriously.
It started to rain during my first lessons of the day - double Psychology, aka two hours of it. After one hour, I briefly left the classroom with my friend to grab a cappuccino from the common room, which helped me feel a little better. After another hour of learning about Bowlby's evolutionary theory of attachment, it was break time, so I topped up my sugar levels, now feeling a little more ready for the day. My friend and I always have such a great laugh during Psychology, so I approached Pre-U with enthusiasm. Unfortunately, there's very little ways in which Pre-U can be considered to be fun - and by this point, it was tipping it down outside. The sound of the rain pounding the roof above us was a little comforting, but the general murk of the day leaked into the classroom, dampening everybody's moods slightly. This was worsened when we were set an essay on whether we could say that the sporting ethos of the Olympics was fair. Everybody else seemed to have an opinion on this, but as one of those maverick teenagers who avoids anything and everything popular or mainstream, I realised I had no opinion or fact to base my essay off of. So yeah, that was a great essay in the end.
Thankfully after this, I had a free, which I spent with two of my guy friends in the common room. Insert more caffeine here, this time in the place of a diet pepsi, as well as a chicken sandwich from the canteen, seeing as it's about 12:30 by this point. I have to say, I do love these two guy friends in question. One of them is just so easy to talk to it's unbelievable, whereas the other one, like me, loves YouTube and actually makes videos himself. They're both guys who can really keep the conversation going, which is certainly refreshing to see, compared to my old school, where any conversation with any boy went straight to sexsexsexsex. We ended up talking about a whole load of things, including the moment when they tried to give me career advice. After a while, however, we drew the conclusion that I probably shouldn't become a Politican or a Diplomat, despite the fact that the only thing I'm really good at is Languages and English. Our other friends joined us at lunch time, where of course, we all became extremely hyper, and in true teenage style, ended up twisting each other's words into crude sexual innuendo. I'm not going to repeat some of the things we said. Most of the time, I consider myself to be above that sort of stuff, but it was a good laugh to have, especially when my friend started waving his Tango around without the lid on, and got my other friend covered in the stuff.
After lunch, I had one final struggle through French to survive through. I have to say, I love French, so I'd most probably be described as what a lot of teenagers would say was 'keen'. As in, I'm always putting my hand up, waiting for the difficult question, getting annoyed when somebody says something I want to say, etc. I think I sort of overdid it this lesson, still fired up from the excitement at lunch - a pair of girls opposite me, one of which I used to know at secondary school and don't particularly like due to the fact that she smokes weed and drinks excessively - started bitching about me. I could hear all their wonderful comments, and turned to look at them. One of them was glaring at me. A few seconds passed before I did something which was probably quite irrational, but I don't particularly regret: I crossed my eyes and opened my mouth in a huge wide grin. That ceased the poisonous insults, let me tell you. :P I can't help but laugh a little bit about it. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, right?
One final struggle to the bus stop and then home, and here I am. Lessons from today? Don't throw away somebody's bottle cap for a joke unless you want you and your friend to get completely Tango'ed.
Peace!
Rach
Monday, 24 September 2012
Sunday, 23 September 2012
I ran 2 miles!
I'm going to give you guys some advice today. Don't eat craploads of cake and bad carbs and then go for a run. Why?
Because junk food makes you feel like shit. Simple.
I've been running for about two months now - not intensely, just something that helps me think and makes me feel a little less guilty if I've eaten a lot of crap that day. Anyway, I wasn't really looking where I was going until I found myself turning up an incredibly steep hill in the middle of town. I was like, well okay. I don't normally go this way but I'll see how I do up the hill. It was hard work, but I made it, and kept running. Only when I got to the edge of town did I realise that I'd run a whole mile in one direction. Normally I only go half a mile and then stop and turn around, but this time, I'd been so lost in my thoughts that I ran twice my distance. I turned around and headed back home - but as I hit the home straight, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my stomach. I bent over a little and slowed to a walk, and then bam, a strange feeling of mental fuzziness hit me. I started seeing flashing lights and the world started spinning. I think it's because I increased my distance too much - I haven't run since the beginning of September or so. Add that to the fact that I made and then ate a crapload of cake before my workout, and you get one unhappy body! When I made it home, I didn't know what I wanted. I had some water, but it didn't make me feel any better. I took off my hoodie - no help. I went and lay down - made me feel even worse. I started shivering uncontrollably, but it helped when I took my mind off my imminent circumstances. Slowly, I've started feeling better, and now I feel incredibly proud of myself for running so far. I've worked out I could probably have run 3 miles without that steep hill in between - which means that I'm now going to be taking part in some 5K runs in the area. Really looking forward to it!! I think my first one is in mid-October :D
The rest of today was really nice. We went to visit my brother at university, and so far, I'm so impressed at how much he's already matured, having been there only a week. He's made loads of friends, when normally he's the outcast, and spent the last two years at college alone. Already he's been to loads of parties, tried different foods, danced, had alcohol and even has 'Fresher's Flu' - the true sign of a week well spent!! I'm happy for him :') and it makes me feel a little better about him being there, too :)
The weather's been terrible though. We went into town and found a pharmacy so that I could find the right products to get my brother while he's ill and get some strepsils for myself (I feel a cold lingering at the corners of my consciousness), and rain tumbled from the sky in thick torrents. After just 100 metres of walking down the road we were already drenched to the bone, and I've been shivering ever since, despite having the heating on full blast and getting changed into some dry clothes.
I should go. I still have a Lit essay to do for homework, and I promised people that I'd have another chapter of a fanfiction I'm writing on deviantART up by the end of today. Peace out!! :)
Rach
Because junk food makes you feel like shit. Simple.
I've been running for about two months now - not intensely, just something that helps me think and makes me feel a little less guilty if I've eaten a lot of crap that day. Anyway, I wasn't really looking where I was going until I found myself turning up an incredibly steep hill in the middle of town. I was like, well okay. I don't normally go this way but I'll see how I do up the hill. It was hard work, but I made it, and kept running. Only when I got to the edge of town did I realise that I'd run a whole mile in one direction. Normally I only go half a mile and then stop and turn around, but this time, I'd been so lost in my thoughts that I ran twice my distance. I turned around and headed back home - but as I hit the home straight, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my stomach. I bent over a little and slowed to a walk, and then bam, a strange feeling of mental fuzziness hit me. I started seeing flashing lights and the world started spinning. I think it's because I increased my distance too much - I haven't run since the beginning of September or so. Add that to the fact that I made and then ate a crapload of cake before my workout, and you get one unhappy body! When I made it home, I didn't know what I wanted. I had some water, but it didn't make me feel any better. I took off my hoodie - no help. I went and lay down - made me feel even worse. I started shivering uncontrollably, but it helped when I took my mind off my imminent circumstances. Slowly, I've started feeling better, and now I feel incredibly proud of myself for running so far. I've worked out I could probably have run 3 miles without that steep hill in between - which means that I'm now going to be taking part in some 5K runs in the area. Really looking forward to it!! I think my first one is in mid-October :D
The rest of today was really nice. We went to visit my brother at university, and so far, I'm so impressed at how much he's already matured, having been there only a week. He's made loads of friends, when normally he's the outcast, and spent the last two years at college alone. Already he's been to loads of parties, tried different foods, danced, had alcohol and even has 'Fresher's Flu' - the true sign of a week well spent!! I'm happy for him :') and it makes me feel a little better about him being there, too :)
The weather's been terrible though. We went into town and found a pharmacy so that I could find the right products to get my brother while he's ill and get some strepsils for myself (I feel a cold lingering at the corners of my consciousness), and rain tumbled from the sky in thick torrents. After just 100 metres of walking down the road we were already drenched to the bone, and I've been shivering ever since, despite having the heating on full blast and getting changed into some dry clothes.
I should go. I still have a Lit essay to do for homework, and I promised people that I'd have another chapter of a fanfiction I'm writing on deviantART up by the end of today. Peace out!! :)
Rach
Saturday, 22 September 2012
Of drunk workmates and kidnapped rabbits
I had work today. I work in my local pharmacy every Saturday from 9 till 5. At first I hated it - there was so much to remember, and it's not a kind of job where you can afford to make mistakes, from fetching the right prescriptions to giving the right advice and charging the right amount of money for medication - but now, I actually really enjoy it. In a time where my life is brimming with change, from starting a new school to making new friends, it's a breath of familiarity in a very unfamiliar world. I like helping people out too :) it gives me a really satisfied feeling when I figure out what product will be best for a customer, and they give me that wonderful, thankful smile :)
So today I went to work at the usual time. However, when I got there, I noticed that my coworker seemed very tired and unlike herself - it was only a matter of time before I found out that she'd been partying hard last night, and as a result had come to work half drunk, half hung over. This was quite an awkward position to be in. Didn't help that not many people came in so the morning dragged, and also one of our coworkers was away so there was only four of us: two dispensing, two dealing with customers. I thought she was going to go home at one point, but thankfully she stuck it out :D
We also found a secret compartment below the counter that we'd never seen before. When we opened it, we found a toy rabbit lying inside, with a post-it note saying "please rescue me" sitting on top. All my coworkers thought this both slightly disturbing, but overall completely hilarious. We decided to take this joke even further, sticking a piece of paper with a tally chart written on it next to the toy and strapping its arms up to the side. There weren't many customers all day so we had a lot of time to kill haha :P
There was one slightly weird moment though - I was walking back to work after lunch when I saw two butterflies, playing and dancing in midair. They pirhouetted towards the road, and I watched them as I passed, smiling slightly. I love watching animal nature in such a raw, untouched way - it proves love exists, even in the tiniest of creatures. Natural energy is all around us; we just have to know where to look. Anyway, they fluttered into the road, where of course, the inevitable happened. Unfortunately the car knocked both of them out of the air. One of them was able to get up, but the other was on its side, flapping its wings fearfully. The strange instinct to rush into the world and save it gripped me - but unfortunately, fate ran its course and another car went by. I turned away after that. The worst part was watching the other butterfly flutter round its mate until it too realised it was too late.
Since then I've been home alone; my parents are in London somewhere and so I've been left dogsitting. It's been pretty good though - I heated up some leftovers and I'm curled up on the sofa with the dog watching Doctor Who. After this I'm gonna make coffee and either watch the Avengers or maybe do some homework :) I have a Linguistic analysis and then an essay on Tennyson's Lady of Shallot poem for Lit. :)
Going to visit my brother at university tomorrow, should be nice!! :D
Peace!
Rach
So today I went to work at the usual time. However, when I got there, I noticed that my coworker seemed very tired and unlike herself - it was only a matter of time before I found out that she'd been partying hard last night, and as a result had come to work half drunk, half hung over. This was quite an awkward position to be in. Didn't help that not many people came in so the morning dragged, and also one of our coworkers was away so there was only four of us: two dispensing, two dealing with customers. I thought she was going to go home at one point, but thankfully she stuck it out :D
We also found a secret compartment below the counter that we'd never seen before. When we opened it, we found a toy rabbit lying inside, with a post-it note saying "please rescue me" sitting on top. All my coworkers thought this both slightly disturbing, but overall completely hilarious. We decided to take this joke even further, sticking a piece of paper with a tally chart written on it next to the toy and strapping its arms up to the side. There weren't many customers all day so we had a lot of time to kill haha :P
There was one slightly weird moment though - I was walking back to work after lunch when I saw two butterflies, playing and dancing in midair. They pirhouetted towards the road, and I watched them as I passed, smiling slightly. I love watching animal nature in such a raw, untouched way - it proves love exists, even in the tiniest of creatures. Natural energy is all around us; we just have to know where to look. Anyway, they fluttered into the road, where of course, the inevitable happened. Unfortunately the car knocked both of them out of the air. One of them was able to get up, but the other was on its side, flapping its wings fearfully. The strange instinct to rush into the world and save it gripped me - but unfortunately, fate ran its course and another car went by. I turned away after that. The worst part was watching the other butterfly flutter round its mate until it too realised it was too late.
Since then I've been home alone; my parents are in London somewhere and so I've been left dogsitting. It's been pretty good though - I heated up some leftovers and I'm curled up on the sofa with the dog watching Doctor Who. After this I'm gonna make coffee and either watch the Avengers or maybe do some homework :) I have a Linguistic analysis and then an essay on Tennyson's Lady of Shallot poem for Lit. :)
Going to visit my brother at university tomorrow, should be nice!! :D
Peace!
Rach
Friday, 21 September 2012
And thus it begins.
I've been sitting on the idea for starting a blog on my experiences with A levels for a while, although it's only now that I've actually sat down at my computer and logged onto Blogger.
I've done it. I've actually started a Blog.
Well, to be fair, I did blog my experiences of Year 11 for a while last year, but I sort of... forgot... to tell the truth. I also started writing a book at the same time, and there's only so many hours a day one can spend typing away on a computer. This time, however, I vow to keep my promise. As well as all those other promises to do my homework when I say I'm going to, instead of logging onto Tumblr and spending the night wallowing in a pit of feels and everything else. I figured I'd have a go though.
So, I guess we should start with the basics. If you haven't read the large text at the top of this blog, my name is Rach. I'm currently 16 years old, and I'm in Year 12. I started the joy that can be known as A levels approximately two weeks ago, and I'm studying English Literature, English Language, French, Psychology and Cambridge Pre-U: Global Perspectives at my local college. I used to go to a private school, and I absolutely detested everything about it - from the teaching, to the pupils, and especially the work ethic and ethos of the school. For my GCSEs I got 4A*s, 4As and 2Bs in English Literature, English Language, French, Maths, Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Music, Drama and History. I got 100% in both Lit and French.
My hobbies include reading, writing, making YouTube videos, meeting up and talking with my friends, playing the guitar (I'm in a rock band with some friends), running, wandering round and exploring places and listening to music.
I'm 50% introverted, 50% extroverted. Which is a total pain. It basically means that I don't really like to be around people much, but I hate being by myself at the same time. But also, it means that I can have fun both by myself and with other people, it just depends on my mood.
I absolutely love the Avengers, Doctor Who, Sherlock and all those other nerdy things I'm sure you're sick to death of if you use Tumblr. I spend most of my time on the internet or playing Xbox with my friends.
I have no idea what I want to be when I'm older: I change my mind every five minutes. Despite the fact that I got pretty good results for GCSE and I'm expected to go to a Russell Group university, I've never been that keen on doing something especially academic. I'm probably going to do either Modern Languages, English, Psychology or Creative Writing at University though.
So yeah, that's just some information about me. The official blogging will start tomorrow, so I hope whoever reads this (if anybody) will stick around and enjoy my other entries!!
Rach
Friday, 11 November 2011
In which I undertake NaNoWriMo
I originally wrote half of this blog post about a week ago now, but for some reason I never finished it. I'm doing NaNoWriMo. Yup, that's right. I'm writing 50,000 words in 30 days, to help me with my book. So far I've written 27k words. Life is good.
As for school... well, it's the same old, same old Apart from the fact that I'm now doing my French GCSE in January. Also I had a Drama assessment a few days ago. It went pretty well.
We did the play 'Top Girls' by Carol Churchill. There's an adaptation on at the moment in the West End, and it was so freaking difficult to do. I actually didn't think we were going to pass it. None of us could do the whole thing through without a line prompt. So when it came to the performance... well, we skipped a few pages, but apart from that we managed to get through without a problem. Thank goodness for that, that's all I have to say!
I have a Biology retake next Tuesday for B1a. I got a very high B on it but I'm expected to get an A* or something ridiculous so I have to redo. I'm not alone though, something like 60 people in the year are doing it with me. I'm just going to put it down to the fact that it was a stupid paper and leave it at that. I've done pretty much one revision session so far. God help me. I just haven't had the time!
Anyways, I better go and write some more of my book. Mocks on the 28th, aaahhh! Peace out y'all!
As for school... well, it's the same old, same old Apart from the fact that I'm now doing my French GCSE in January. Also I had a Drama assessment a few days ago. It went pretty well.
We did the play 'Top Girls' by Carol Churchill. There's an adaptation on at the moment in the West End, and it was so freaking difficult to do. I actually didn't think we were going to pass it. None of us could do the whole thing through without a line prompt. So when it came to the performance... well, we skipped a few pages, but apart from that we managed to get through without a problem. Thank goodness for that, that's all I have to say!
I have a Biology retake next Tuesday for B1a. I got a very high B on it but I'm expected to get an A* or something ridiculous so I have to redo. I'm not alone though, something like 60 people in the year are doing it with me. I'm just going to put it down to the fact that it was a stupid paper and leave it at that. I've done pretty much one revision session so far. God help me. I just haven't had the time!
Anyways, I better go and write some more of my book. Mocks on the 28th, aaahhh! Peace out y'all!
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
In which I am enjoying myself way too much.
I'm here on half term now, just got back after a few wonderful days on holiday in Italy with my friends. First of all, I am attempting to do some form of revision, but I keep getting distracted by things, or I find something I've been meaning to do for ages, or something. For example, I spent all of yesterday with my best friends when I should have been recapping all the stuff I've forgotten after the holiday. On Saturday I watched a film and read a whole book. These things aren't going to get me my GCSEs, I know. I have done some things today, and writing to you is part of my 'free' period. (Which ends in about 40 minutes, I gave myself an hour for lunch when theoretically it only takes me 10 minutes to eat!)
I've also found a winning idea for my book, and I've just started writing it. I'm really enjoying it so far, so I hope I'll be able to complete it and get it published. Obviously even if it did get famous I'd probably have to do my GCSEs first, but still! At least it wouldn't matter if I totally failed.
Ugh. Additional Science is easily the most annoying thing in the world, as is History. (Why am I doing it for A-Level again?!) I just did some revision on cell anatomy this morning, and I think I'm gonna start on enzymes soon, as well as whatever topic 3 is in Physics *vomits*
Glad to have a small rest from the stress that is school though!
I've also found a winning idea for my book, and I've just started writing it. I'm really enjoying it so far, so I hope I'll be able to complete it and get it published. Obviously even if it did get famous I'd probably have to do my GCSEs first, but still! At least it wouldn't matter if I totally failed.
Ugh. Additional Science is easily the most annoying thing in the world, as is History. (Why am I doing it for A-Level again?!) I just did some revision on cell anatomy this morning, and I think I'm gonna start on enzymes soon, as well as whatever topic 3 is in Physics *vomits*
Glad to have a small rest from the stress that is school though!
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
In Which I fail.
It's been about two weeks since I've last written. I often make excuses for being busy and I'm going to have to do the same now. Year 11 is... wow. I didn't expect it to be such a step up from Year 10 to 11. I prepared myself for that last year; when it didn't happen I let my guard down and now it's a struggle to get on top of things. But I'm managing somehow.
We're coming to the end of the first half term now. Thoughts? Well, it's gone by so quickly, and I've already had a heap of exams, and even more in the next half term. I had my French oral BTW, and it went pretty well, even if I did mess up a little in the middle. I got an A for it, half a mark off an A* as well xD damn! As for my English exam that went pretty well as well, although I don't think the persuasive speech I had to write was quite as good as my essay :L
Next term I have my Drama play pretty much the first week into half term. I'll post more about that near the time but I have so many lines that it's not even funny. Trying to learn them is so difficult, what with everything else we have going on, but now that we have half term coming up hopefully I'll have some time to learn them then.
I've started sending off application forms to colleges and going to open evenings as well. For A-Level I want to do English, History, French and Psychology. I wanted to do Classical Civilisation as well, but I was advised by one of my brother's friends just to do four instead and get a part time job. Speaking of which, I have another form that I need to try and complete, as well as a song I need to finish writing and composing for my band, so I should probably go. See you guys soon! I'm going on holiday on Friday so it'll probably be the Saturday when I next talk to you!
We're coming to the end of the first half term now. Thoughts? Well, it's gone by so quickly, and I've already had a heap of exams, and even more in the next half term. I had my French oral BTW, and it went pretty well, even if I did mess up a little in the middle. I got an A for it, half a mark off an A* as well xD damn! As for my English exam that went pretty well as well, although I don't think the persuasive speech I had to write was quite as good as my essay :L
Next term I have my Drama play pretty much the first week into half term. I'll post more about that near the time but I have so many lines that it's not even funny. Trying to learn them is so difficult, what with everything else we have going on, but now that we have half term coming up hopefully I'll have some time to learn them then.
I've started sending off application forms to colleges and going to open evenings as well. For A-Level I want to do English, History, French and Psychology. I wanted to do Classical Civilisation as well, but I was advised by one of my brother's friends just to do four instead and get a part time job. Speaking of which, I have another form that I need to try and complete, as well as a song I need to finish writing and composing for my band, so I should probably go. See you guys soon! I'm going on holiday on Friday so it'll probably be the Saturday when I next talk to you!
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