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croissantkatie) wrote2010-09-19 05:51 pm
croissantkatie) wrote2010-09-19 05:51 pm
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Long, rambly post today. My brain is a bit of a confuddly mess right now.
I am feeling considerably better than I did on, say, Thursday. Admittedly my brain feels like mush, but apparently that's what maths assessments do to me. I have been back at school for a week and a half now and I already feel like I am masively behind. This is mainly because of my ridiculously high number of psychiatrist/GP/orthodontist appointments at the moment, only one of which can ever give me times which don't involve me missing lessons. That combined with the day I couldn't go in at all last week and the two days I had to leave early. Well. My attendance is still better than it was at some points last year. I attended only half of my physics classes in the spring term last year. Physics. I do not miss you.
I have written an essay for history as part of my practice for my coursework on Spain. It is currently only 740 words and the limit is 1200. I am not looking at it anymore today though (re: brain now mush), but I may do tommorow. I actually don't think it's too bad though. It's alright. That's the most positive I've felt about a piece of school work in a very long time. So much homework at the moment, all of which seems to involve material covered in the lessons I missed. The people in my classes are fab though. They make such great notes. I wish my notes were that comprehensible to other people. At least they make sense to me most of the time.
In an effort to get involved with stuff at school, I went to a meeting about running an early modern history book club. This seems like a great idea to me! Reading around the subject made vaguely fun! Sadly, I was the only person to turn up to the planning meeting besides the teacher organising it. I am currently involved in trying to con my history class into helping me as I cannot do it on my own. Well, I could, but it would probably not go too well. If nothing else, I need about of reassurance and hand holding. Sadly, all my close friends do modern history, so I will spend time loitering around before my class starts tomorrow begging my history class. I plan to target the people I know who are applying for Oxbridge. Stuff to talk about at interview! Involvement in stuff! Fingers crossed something will work. I know loads of early modern students (all of whom are awesome) so hopefully someone will agree to help.
Also this week we had a fundraiser for Breast Cancer! I was involved in helping, which resulted in me spending my entire lunchtime dressed as a pink fairy outside the main entrance to school with another fairy and a table loaded with sweets. We had sponge the teacher, balloons and a cake stall, as well as a "spot the pink fairy game." If you bought a breast cancer ribbon, you got a token which at lunch you could exchange for a packet of sweets if you found a fairy. It was really good fun. Although we did have someone come up to us and say "I have a token, but I haven't found a fairy." We just turned round and pointed out the wings. You'd have thought that and the giant sign which said "Pink Fairy Station" would have given it away. None of us dress like that just for the sake of it. Especially not the guys in wigs, tutus and ponchos (they raised loads of money).
Yesterday was a very surreal day. I went to work and there was a fundraiser at the church over the road which my boss and his wife went to part way through. First of all, my Mum cam over and give me some pieces of cake which Ron (my boss) had bought for me. Ron had tried to bring them himself, but being the person he is, got waylaid talking to the many many people in the village he knows. Then Chris (Ron's wife) came back, asked me if I'd like and Indian Head Massage and then sent me over the road with three pounds to go have one. So I had a head massage from my next door neighbour who's daughter used to babysit me and ended up missing a good twenty minutes of my shift. It was all rather surreal. Apparently (or at least, according to my mum who had a long chat with Ron and Chris at the fundraiser), they'd noticed that I'd been a bit off and hadn't seen me walk past to go catch my school bus a couple of days during the week (I normally wave at Ron as I go past). I love my work and them so very much. And I got to see an interview with Haile Gebrselassie as part of the BBC coverage of the Great North City Games (we won! Yay!). He is the most smiley amazing athlete and I'm sad he didn't break the course record for the Great North Run. Under an hour though!
And that I think is a good note to end on. A nice cheery athletics based one.
I am feeling considerably better than I did on, say, Thursday. Admittedly my brain feels like mush, but apparently that's what maths assessments do to me. I have been back at school for a week and a half now and I already feel like I am masively behind. This is mainly because of my ridiculously high number of psychiatrist/GP/orthodontist appointments at the moment, only one of which can ever give me times which don't involve me missing lessons. That combined with the day I couldn't go in at all last week and the two days I had to leave early. Well. My attendance is still better than it was at some points last year. I attended only half of my physics classes in the spring term last year. Physics. I do not miss you.
I have written an essay for history as part of my practice for my coursework on Spain. It is currently only 740 words and the limit is 1200. I am not looking at it anymore today though (re: brain now mush), but I may do tommorow. I actually don't think it's too bad though. It's alright. That's the most positive I've felt about a piece of school work in a very long time. So much homework at the moment, all of which seems to involve material covered in the lessons I missed. The people in my classes are fab though. They make such great notes. I wish my notes were that comprehensible to other people. At least they make sense to me most of the time.
In an effort to get involved with stuff at school, I went to a meeting about running an early modern history book club. This seems like a great idea to me! Reading around the subject made vaguely fun! Sadly, I was the only person to turn up to the planning meeting besides the teacher organising it. I am currently involved in trying to con my history class into helping me as I cannot do it on my own. Well, I could, but it would probably not go too well. If nothing else, I need about of reassurance and hand holding. Sadly, all my close friends do modern history, so I will spend time loitering around before my class starts tomorrow begging my history class. I plan to target the people I know who are applying for Oxbridge. Stuff to talk about at interview! Involvement in stuff! Fingers crossed something will work. I know loads of early modern students (all of whom are awesome) so hopefully someone will agree to help.
Also this week we had a fundraiser for Breast Cancer! I was involved in helping, which resulted in me spending my entire lunchtime dressed as a pink fairy outside the main entrance to school with another fairy and a table loaded with sweets. We had sponge the teacher, balloons and a cake stall, as well as a "spot the pink fairy game." If you bought a breast cancer ribbon, you got a token which at lunch you could exchange for a packet of sweets if you found a fairy. It was really good fun. Although we did have someone come up to us and say "I have a token, but I haven't found a fairy." We just turned round and pointed out the wings. You'd have thought that and the giant sign which said "Pink Fairy Station" would have given it away. None of us dress like that just for the sake of it. Especially not the guys in wigs, tutus and ponchos (they raised loads of money).
Yesterday was a very surreal day. I went to work and there was a fundraiser at the church over the road which my boss and his wife went to part way through. First of all, my Mum cam over and give me some pieces of cake which Ron (my boss) had bought for me. Ron had tried to bring them himself, but being the person he is, got waylaid talking to the many many people in the village he knows. Then Chris (Ron's wife) came back, asked me if I'd like and Indian Head Massage and then sent me over the road with three pounds to go have one. So I had a head massage from my next door neighbour who's daughter used to babysit me and ended up missing a good twenty minutes of my shift. It was all rather surreal. Apparently (or at least, according to my mum who had a long chat with Ron and Chris at the fundraiser), they'd noticed that I'd been a bit off and hadn't seen me walk past to go catch my school bus a couple of days during the week (I normally wave at Ron as I go past). I love my work and them so very much. And I got to see an interview with Haile Gebrselassie as part of the BBC coverage of the Great North City Games (we won! Yay!). He is the most smiley amazing athlete and I'm sad he didn't break the course record for the Great North Run. Under an hour though!
And that I think is a good note to end on. A nice cheery athletics based one.