It's hard to say exactly when my anxieties began. I was always a fairly shy child; I was the oddball at school and my family always had less money than everyone else. I liked to sit alone with my Harry Potter books instead of running around and playing with the other kids. I wouldn't exactly say that this was me being anxious, I was just an introvert. As I got older, I became a little more confident, but I was still the strange one. Even now, as I am about to leave college, I'm the crazy weird one. I got used to the fact that I would never truly fit in.
Tinkerbell
![]() All I wanted to do was a have a little time on Tortimer Island, catch some bugs and fish for me to sell back in my town so that I can pay for the cafe. I was just going on some tours, trying to gain enough medals so that I could buy the Mermaid bed that would match my other Mermaid items. The along comes Lauria. She's this thing dressed all in pink, wobbly pink love hearts bouncing off her head, a pink rose held between her teeth. How pretentious. She says hi, so I say hi back and that's it. Or so I thought. Usually people just come and go, saying hi to each other, sometimes going on tours together. I s=went off on a tour and she followed, which is fine. We're running around looking for white tulips to fill Tortimer's garden when she tells me I'm HORRID. Yes, she did put it in capital letters. I thought maybe she was just being childish, because I didn't know what I had done to be called horrid. Once we finished the tour and got back to the island, she shouts "GO HOME!" and starts expressing the anger emotion. I realy didn't know what I'd done. I chose to just ignore it, went outside and started catching some bugs. What does she do next? She say "want to see something cool? 3... 2... 1... BANG!" Then suddenly, my screen goes blank and a picture of Resetti appears then I'm back in my town, stood on the docks next to the boat. What did this girl do? I'm in my late teens, officially an adult now, and I still can't understand why people are so mean. As it's coming to the end of April, I thought I would write a blog post about the movies I've seen this month. I'll include a bit of a opinion piece on each film, and I will hopefully continue this for each month Divergent
Little Shop Of Horrors
Thor: The Dark World
![]() I bought a handmade leather journal with home-made paper at the Robin Hood Festival as Sherwood Forest last summer when I visited with my family. I was a great day, nice weather, despite the hordes of people (particularly the beasts we call children) who attended. We managed to get a view of the jousting, I even got to flirt with the Sheriff of Nottingham a little. There were all these stall surrounding the Great Oak that were selling such cool stuff that i wanted to buy pretty much all of it. I fell in love with the notebook and I just had to but it. I'd been wanting one of the sort for a long time, but I always found them too expensive, but this was was only £8. Now I know that is quite a lot for a notebook, but ones like this are usually upwards of £20 so I couldn't say no. Up until recently, I hadn't used it. It was just too perfect to be ruined by something I would later scrap, but I've finally mustered up the courage to actually put pen to paper. I've spent the last few days gathering all the bits of scrap paper that I have lying around the house, filled with hastily scribbled notes of ideas that have just come to me. I've copied them all into this little notebook so I can finally start to manage my creativity. I can start to write the many novels without the permanent presence of the initial idea. I hope that this will be the start of many great stories for me because so far i have written the plans for 7 separate books and a 4 book series. I honestly do not know where to begin.
Or "Revision Opportunity", as my maths teacher called it. Everyone was looking forwards to a little time off college, but now that it's here, I'm starting to panic. The start of my A Level exams is just a few weeks away and this two weeks off is just going to be filled with revision. It all seems to have come around so quickly. Just a few minutes ago, I was nervously starting my fist year at college and now I'm almost done. I'm not someone who believes that I have to get the highest grade possible. As long as I get into university, I will be happy. Everyone has so much faith in me that I'm going to do really well, but honestly, I'm scared.
![]() As a mature, eighteen year old student, studying at one of the best colleges in the area, I am proud to say that today I spent an hour of my double maths lesson playing with lego. The picture at the side shows our marvellous creation. This may seem really strange, but it was actually very helpful. Decision mathematics is an applied module that teaches you the practical side of the subject, and building this truck helped us to understand an algorithm for carrying out tasks so that they are complete on time. I know that what I am saying will bore most f you, but I felt explaining the reason would justify a group of young adults having fun with lego. Lately, I have a new found drive in my education. My willingness was failing a little bit and I was very unhappy in college. I began to fail maths and left the room each lesson on the verge on crying. Luckily, with the support of my teacher, I am actually improving. I hate failing, I really do, and getting a U in a mock exam definitely spurred me to try harder. All I keep telling myself is that I just need to get through these next few months and then I am free to do what I love.
Sometimes, the hard work doesn't seem worth it. But trust me, it is. Get through the difficulties and at the end you will look back and be proud. When I was younger, I loved to draw. I quickly moved on from colouring books when I realised that the only control I had over the image in front of me was what colour to pick. Soon, I began to demand notebooks of plain paper and pencils rather than crayons. My uncle, being like a second father, and a much better one than my real dad, gave me what I wanted. Don't get me wrong, I was never spoilt, but he would buy me big pads of paper and pens so that I could do what I loved so much. I was so happy when he gave me an A3 pad, full of different coloured paper. It was just before easter, so the first thing I drew was a rather extravagantly patterned easter egg. You're probably wondering what this has to do with writing, but I'm getting to that.
Even at that age, I had a bit of an imagination. As simple drawing of an easter egg became a story in my head, and soon became my first memory of my own story. I began to write on the multicoloured paper, a story about a magical easter egg that with each bite took you on fantastic adventures, each one different from the last. The sad part is, when I was finished, I read over it. I hated it. I ripped the paper into pieces and threw them in the bin, but I still remember it to this day. I'm still very hard on myself and I'm always wanting to rip up my work, but I've learnt to work through it and improve my talents. Hopefully one day, I will be truly happy with what I can do. So this is my first ever blog post! And I do not know what to say....
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