Weekly Photo Challenge: Everyday Life

Whew, it seems like eternity has passed since I last did a Weekly Photo Challenge! I have no excuse other than the challenges didn’t really go with the things I did, and it’s such a shame that I’ve been so busy that I rarely have time to actually look… which kinda explains why my picture for this week is the way it is.

Behold, ladies and gentlemen, what I see every day — and by every day, I just mean Mondays to Fridays.

It’s not much. There’s nothing profound or awe-inspiring about this. What can I say? My life is caged by this thing called school -_-‘


State of the Union: The Day of Thor

I’ve said this once and I’ll say it again:

Well, to be precise Arthur Dent (played by the gorgeous Martin Freeman), said the words for me… but it’s the same difference, isn’t it? Life can sometimes be such blahhh sometimes, it can bloody well infuriate you. I’ve had a horrible day, which is pretty easy to tell. Wanna know why?

Today was Results Day — yes, capital letters and everything. It means today is the day where students like me across the country are receiving their results from the exams we all took way back in April (correct me if I’m wrong, but I think it was in April). Anyway, my results left a lot to be desired.

Oh dear. I seem to have felt this unwanted emotion called shame.

So this school year will be very busy for me, consisting of STUDY STUDY STUDY times. Unfortunately, this would mean times spent online Tumbling, Twittering or Facebooking* will be restricted. Good thing I’ve got this for my Wall of Motivation!

And yes, I’ve printed enough pictures to cover an entire wall. It’s not *technically* proven since they’re scattered around the place, but take my word for it.

I understand that getting good grades in school does not equal a good life in the future — it all depends on the choices you make, but it sure does help to get into a respected university to help you along. Sigh. Here’s to hitting the books and succumbing to the life of a ‘hardworking’ student!

Over and out.

*I may not be able to reblog, tweet or Facebook as often as I would like to, but please humour a girl and check them out. Just follow the links and ta-da!

Feb29th Post: The Day in the Life of the One Called Me

You may or may not know, but apart from the fact that it’s an additional day to the month, February 29 is significant to a lot of people. Those who have access to the internet, particularly, and of those mostly are bloggers. (Here’s to hoping that Sherlock’s blogger, Dr. John Watson, will partake in this event as well.)

To read more about the Feb29th, follow this link. The passage below is my contribution. Please read it with the voice of a slightly sarcastic, dry and better-than-thou viewpoint — to be fair, I am in the middle of watching the first season of House M.D., so the doctor’s personality has seeped off to me.

I blame osmosis, and therefore science.

Technically it’s still the 28th, but seeing as I’m going to be busy the whole day tomorrow with school and various relating works therein (homework, projects, playing nice-nice with teachers and classmates), I might as well get this over with.

On the 29th, as I’ve stated above, I’m going to be in school. I’ll (hopefully, if I remember to set the alarm) wake up at 7, be ready to leave by 8 and start lessons properly by 9. I’ll have English class first and talk about Rossetti’s ‘Goblin Market’, then I’ll have Statistics class and learn about Regression, whatever that is.

Break time is when I’ll settle myself in the Common Room and sneakily eat some sort of snack while I check my Facebook messages, Twitter updates and blog stats — and my email, if I have enough time.

After break I will have to endure an hour’s worth of Media class, where I’ll be subjected to talking about zombies and how interesting it is to make a film about them. Yay me. Good thing after that I have a solid block of Private Study, where I can read to my heart’s content… oh wait, don’t I have an interview after 12?

Yes. Yes, I do.

I think I’ll have to skip the latter half of Private Study, gather my things and casually stroll out through the school gates (with permission from the Higher Authorities, of course). I’ll most probably buy something to-go for lunch, but after that it’s free reign.

With the interview done, homework somewhat attempted and a research data compilation put off for the next day, I’m ready to actually start my day: Tumblin’ my way through the Sherlock, Harry Potter and Doctor Who fandom.

This is the life of the average me. A teenager. Female. Likes to call herself a nerd, but really it’s just the current label she’s obsessed about. Three years ago it was emo. Now? She’s just obsessing over male protagonists with high cheekbones.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Down

Yes, I am alive. Life has just been so busy that I’ve found myself sprinting after it…

Anyway, this picture below — while not the best I’ve ever taken, seeing as I took it from my phone — is of the fountain found at my school. The first time I laid eyes on it, I was like wow. My old school never had anything like that in its grounds. And given that my school now is quite small, that’s saying something.

I pass by this fountain every time I leave the Common Room and go to form, my lessons or just — y’know — chillin’ around school. I don’t want to get into an entire explanation about the intricate foundation of this school, but the fountain is located an entire level lower than the main floors.

looking down into the fountain

You can totally see my reflection in the glass, but please ignore that. Focus on the nice fishies! M’kay?? Okay.

Third Edition of Hair-Pulling and Head-Banging

Every decision I do seems to put me into an even deeper hole. I do not like making adults go out of their way to accommodate me and my problems, because it seems they’re busy enough to begin with. And the only time I go to an adult for help — academic-wise, nothing life threatening or anything — I manage to get myself into deeper trouble. I have niggling feeling that this would all go topsy-turvy on me… but oh well, I can’t change the past.

I just want to ask a questions for you adults out there, because for some reason I believe that whenever there are no children or teens about, you all talk to yourselves about… younger people. Like senior citizens discussing “young people these days”, but only more discreet. Please educate me on this, because I’m sure this isn’t the case.

Damn, my imagination’s running amok.

Anyway, it might sound silly that I’m going crazy over a simple twenty minute discussion with two adults about my *academic career*, but since I seem to be wired to keep myself to myself, this is a pretty big step. It amazes me every day that my fellow peers are so easy in admitting they need help, I sometimes think it’s borderline laziness. Not that there’s anything wrong with asking for help, but wouldn’t it be more fulfilling if you achieve something yourself? Besides, talking to people in general scare me a little bit. I’m freaky like that.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Self Portrait

Me, all dressed up for school

Despite going through that phase in which I take the digital camera, place it at arm’s length at a certain degree above my face and take picture after picture (I was thirteen, can you blame me?!), I shy away from having my picture taken, preferring to take pictures of people than vice versa.

Also, contrary to popular belief (that is, no matter what my friends back in the Philippines say), I am not emo. Nor am I goth, rocker or punk. I’m just ME. It just so happens that ‘me’ likes the colour black.

Don’t get me wrong, I like the other colours in the rainbow (apart from pink and orange). It’s just that I find black to be easy to pair with other things. That, and I find it safe. Nothing can harm me when I’m wearing something black, even if it’s just a simple tee.

Anyway, I wouldn’t normally dress like ^that^ in public, but my school was having a non-uniform day for Children in Need and, in exchange for £2, we were allowed to forego our business suits and dress casually. Of course, the only condition was to wear something with spots. You might not see it, but my skirt is polka-dotty.

I took a picture of myself wearing that all-black ensemble because at the last minute, I changed my mind and instead chose to wear something less — I dunno — extreme. I literally had to turn around on the spot, go back into the house and change my clothes, I was that freaked out. It’s petty, I know. But again, can you blame me? I’m still new to the school. Safe to say, I’m entitled to be a bit shy.

So yeah. This is my self portrait

Busy, Busy, Busy…

I’ve been so swamped up with school work, I think a part of my molecular structure has morphed into a bee or something. Geddit? Busy bee? ^__^

School has pretty much taken over my life. I know I’ve complained about the lack of work I’ve had in the past, but honestly, I was not expecting this. I mean, I don’t mind waking up as early as seven am (not much, anyway). And I don’t mind the fifteen to twenty-minute walk (depending on speed) to school either, once I figured out which way to go. What I’m really worked up about is the school work.

the basic gist of my schedule

At the beginning of the school year — that is, just two weeks ago — I was taking four lessons: English Literature, ICT, Media Studies and Mathematics. However, after the first few lessons, I decided to quit ICT because it was not what I expected. Researching about the NHS and Britain’s dental health was not what I wanted to do after leaving school, so yeah…

As for English Lit, I had to read The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy and do essays — pretty easy, though it requires some time and effort. Media Studies is, to be honest, not what I expected. It’s a BTEC course, meaning there would be no exam and your grades will be based on the homework and projects in class. I’m trying my hardest here to get Distinctions.

And for Maths, well… (I can’t believe I’m saying this, but) I miss the Maths in the Philippines!! Back there, all you had to do was listen to the lesson and do the work your teacher assigned you, then pass it the next day. Here, the teacher has to go over points again and again, and then assign homework to be passed the next week! The suspense kills me. I am so not used to the British school system yet >_<

So it seems I’m a very hard-working student who does her work immediately and days before it’s due. But then, how come I feel to swamped all the time? Perhaps it’s because on top of the homework, I have to do house chores as well. Or maybe it’s the fifteen to twenty-minute walk (depending on speed) that eats my energy away.

I dunno, but either way, I’m as busy as a bee.

Things to do:

  1. For English Lit.
    • finish reading The God of Small Things
    • watch several versions of Hamlet
    • research on 1950s America (in preparation for The View Under the Bridge by Arthur Miller)
    • buy a copy of The View Under the Bridge by Arthur Miller
    • complete the first three grids on the Hamlet booklet
  2. For Media Studies
    • essay on “What is Media Studies?”
  3. Maths
    • complete the re-do of the unit test (don’t ask; I got a 62%)
    • check/mark exercises F, G, H and I
    • oh, and start writing more neatly (as if that is possible for me)

Friday the 13th

And no, I do not mean the movie.

I once did a presentation on the phenomenon that is Friday the 13th once, way back in Grade 9. It was one of the best assignments a teacher has given, seeing as it gave me an opportunity to research a topic and get something — in this case a  good grade — in return. The down side? I had to make a speech. And I hate public speaking.

On lighter notes, I learned a lot about Friday the 13th. There’s no concrete history behind it, but there sure are a lot of superstitions about it, such as the day Friday (and its history), and the number 13 (and it’s history.

The fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskevidekatriaphobia from the Greek word ‘paraskevi’ meaning Friday, ‘dekatria’ meaning thirteen, and we all know what ‘phobia’ means: fear. That’s straightforward enough, right? So why, you may ask, are people afraid of Fridays and the number thirteen? What’s so scary about them together?

That being asked… I don’t really care. Not anymore, anyway. Even though there are a lot of interesting facts and stuff concerning the day, it’s just any other day. I would like to state that there is nothing to be afraid if, all of a sudden, you face the fact that it’s the 13th of the month and yes, it’s Friday. (Like tomorrow!) It’s just another day in another week in another month.

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A Dose of Hair-Pulling and Head-Banging

Honestly, does anyone not know when school starts up again?! Yeah, I know, I know —  I’m probably the only one eager for school to get started again but please, please, please, I need to know! Being this far away from Leyte makes me wonder if I’m missing out on anything like, I dunno, the dates when the school opens up for the new school year?

I honestly don’t know how other people do it, going in vacation so far away from where your school is. I understand that with the advances in technology, you can just call the school office or check out its website for any updates. But therein lies the problem: I don’t know what the school number is as one (and we don’t have a landline); and two, there is no school website (as far as I know, anyway). For goodness’ sake, I’m pulling my hair here!

a way to relieve stress

Sigh… I bet I’m the only student out there waiting for school to start up again. Not that I have anything against school, or education for that matter, but to willingly go to an institution where they work your socks off? *eyes turns to slits* Really?

#9 – A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most

This is a tough one, mainly because the only person who has gotten me through the most is me. I might be selfish thinking that, but that’s true. I’m a relatively private person. If anything bad happens, I won’t tell anybody if I can help it. It’s like a shame to me if I need to ask for someone’s help. So yeah, I’m destined to be a loner… ^_^

in celebration of our Science teacher's birthday

Eating in the Science Lab