Uh Oh!

EEEK!! I haven't posted anything since the 5th. My poor wee blog has been neglected, this coupled with the fact that I should be revising has climaxed in a new post. Since the last time I posted I've been to a police station, I've been the Queen of Hearts, I've finished school and booked my driving test. It's been a busy 12 days apparently. 

First the police station. As I'm in my final year at school I'm expected - along with the rest of my year - to go completely berserk and destroy the place on my final day. Since my first day at school I've been looking forward to the huge water fight and mess that gets made. Attacking the head boy and head girl is also compulsory. However, as we have a new headmaster and he had his first experience of an Upper Sixth Extravaganza last year, he wasn't too keen on it happening again. So, this year he decided that to try and stop us ruining his beloved school, he'd take us to a local police station for a 'FUN DAY'. As soon as we heard this we were, needless to say, ambivalent. Would it actually be fun? BOUNCY CASTLE? Well, it wasn't fun. We were dragged to the police station to find two minuscule bouncy castle - one of which was wet - a climbing wall, laser shooting and numerous 'safe cars'. Not fun at all. 

Now, the fancy dress. Following in the footsteps of many glorious Upper Sixths before us, we had the annual fancy dress social at the White Horse Hotel. The general idea of this party is to get everyone in the year together for one last time and get absolutely hammered, while dressed as some random character of course. After a lot of consideration about my costume I finally got one from my cousin. I was the Queen of Hearts! Unlike the majority of people there I did not get wasted, I had 2 drinks for the entire night, quite good for me :D

Alex, me, Bradley, Damo and Eva at the beginning of the night.

So, after the social was done, as far as I'm concerned that's it. School's out. (feel free to sing some Alice Cooper) I only have to go back into school to do exams (3 in total) and then I'm finished with that place forever. I will admit that I am quite sad to be leaving some of the most amazing people behind, other than them though, I'm glad to see the back of the place.

Now, the driving test. I turned 17 in January 2010, it is now May 2011. I should've passed this fucking thing already!! However, it took me 6 attempts to pass my theory. I eventually got that and now I'm hoping that it'll only take one go at passing the actual test. That would mean that I could drive for a few months before I have to head off to Uni in London where it's incredibly stupid to own a car. I'll keep you updated.

Görögdinnye

If that isn't child cruelty what is?

I was reading through some of the older posts at http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/ when I came across one detailing incredibly stupid things the writer had done as a child. Of course, after reading this I began to think of all the stupid things that I got up to when I was young.

The thing that really seems to stick out in my mind is the day I couldn't find my brother and went on an adventure. To fully understand this story you need a bit of background. When I started primary school, my eldest brother Thomas had just started first year, my other brother, Sammy had just started primary 5 and was allocated the task of looking after me. As we lived in the middle of somewhere we had to get a bus to and from school. Getting there was easy as we all left at the same time and got the same bus, coming home was harder. As I was only supposed to be in school until 2:00 and Sammy got out at 3:00, Thomas didn't finish school until 3:30 and was at a different school so he couldn't do much.This meant I had an hour to sit in the classroom with my teacher and do homework, play about and drink milk.  Usually at about 2:55 I'd gather my stuff together and walk from my class at one end of school to Sammy's class at the other end. There was never any risk with this because all I had to do was walk through a few corridors and down some stairs and there I was. I'd wait outside the classroom until everyone came out and then Sammy and I would walk to the shop, buy some sweeties, wait for the Thomas to get out of school and then wait on the bus.

However, one day I walked from my room to Sammy's and he was gone :O I panicked a little bit because the bell hadn't gone yet, so I hadn't missed him and even if I had been late he would've waited for me. It's just what we did. I went into the class to ask where Sammy had gone but the teacher wasn't there either. There was no one. I went back to my room to tell my teacher that Sammy had gone, but she wasn't there either. I couldn't find anyone. I was stranded in my primary school with no one to help me :'(  So, thinking that I was being smart (and brave might I add) I began to walk from school to the little shop we always went to. It's not a long walk, it took about 15 minutes if you dawdled. I did not dawdle, I was petrified that someone was going to kidnap me or that I was going to miss the bus and mummy would get angry at me so I ran as fast as my legs could carry me and got to the bus stop in about 3 minutes - no joke!

As was my custom, I went into the shop, bought my sweeties and had a wee chat with the shopkeepers who were always more than friendly and weren't scared of giving us some free sweeties.Being responsible adults they asked where my brother was. Finally it hit me that the man that might have kidnapped me had kidnapped Sammy and I conveniently burst into tears. I had no idea what to do. How could I go home and try to tell my mummy that my brother had been kidnapped? It didn't even register that Thomas might be able to tell me where he was. If I just waited a few minutes all would be well. I proceeded to wail in the middle of the shop and panic about my brother's safety. After calming down I went to wait on the bus. No, changed my mind. I should go back to school and get help for Sammy. Off I went all the way back to school worrying that I was next.

I got back to school and was met with the extremely confused faces of teachers. Why was I still there? Had my lift not arrived? Where was Sammy? CRY CRY BLOODY CRY! Some teacher decided that they needed to ring my mother and off she went. While she was gone I realised that they weren't going to help me or Sammy and I went back to get the bus. Even though I'd been worried that I would miss the bus the first time I left school, this time I didn't care. This time I wanted help to save my brother. I went back into the shop and by this time I was distraught. I was then informed that my brother had been at the shop about half an hour after me and was looking for me. He'd come in with a man with a moustache and was holding his hand. My father does not have a moustache and I concluded that this was his kidnapper. I was told to wait at the shop and they'd phone the man who was with my brother. I know thought that the shopkeepers were in on the crime and were phoning the man so he could come and get me. That set me off crying again.

By the time Sammy and the man showed up I was in no fit state and truly believed I was never going to see any of my family, except Sammy again. Sammy came into the shop took me by the hand and began consolling me whereas the man with the moustache began to shout at me! Now, I don't know about you, but shouting at a small child who thinks her brother has been kidnapped and that it's now her turn has to be some form of child abuse! I was led to a big fancy car, put in the back seat with a carton of juice and asked to calm down. As we began driving away I thought I was being taken to my doom! After some time I looked out the window and recognised the area, we were going back to my house!! What was happening? Why was the kidnapper taking me home? Maybe he didn't want a whiny crying child in his dungeon, but I was thankful. When we got home, the man, Sammy and myself went into the kitchen where my mother sat looking as if someone had died. I took a seat in the corner with my juice and listened while the kidnapper and my mummy talked for a while. she eventually thanked him and showed him out.

It transpired that while I was wondering around town looking for my family, Sammy was in the school assembly hall at choir practise. This seems to be where all the confusion began. No one informed me that he was in a choir, I didn't even know what a choir was! And no one told me that I was supposed to wait at the back of the hall until he was done and that Mummy was coming to get us at 4. When the practice was over and they realised I was gone, apparently all hell broke loose and a search party broke out. When I arrived back at school searching for help they had gone to call my mother to tell her they found me and to phone the kidnapper to tell him. The kidnapper turned out to be the school's vice principal and also a neighbour of ours. He drove us home to save my mother having to come back into the town. Needless to say, after that I was carefully watched for a few weeks.

Moral of this story. Carefully explain to small children that their rountine has changed!!!

My reward

Following on in the same thread as Alex over at http://rafmanmagee.blogspot.com/  I thought I'd write a little bit about my impending exams. If you read Alex's latest blog post you'll see that he has done what a devoted pupil should when on holidays before important exams - revise. However! I have not. For the past two weeks I haven't opened a single one of my school books, infact, I only dared to go near my schoolbag in order to empty it so I would have a bag to take with me to the rugby math the Alex mentions. After the rugby match, my bag lay in a corner of my room unnoticed and unloved. :(

Now, considering I have A level exams coming up - the first of which is in 17 days you'd expect me to have spent a reasonable amount of time with my head stuck in notes and textbooks I had planned to do this, but after a while I though I deserved a holiday. I thought that since I've spent the entire school year with my head in a book, making copious amounts of notes and slideshows, annotating poems and novels and finishing 15 pieces of coursework to an amazing standard (if I do say so myself) I should be allowed a wee break.  Perhaps I should be worrying more about these exams, but I have a nice little revision plan all worked out. From the 3rd May until the 26th May I will focus on pretty much notihing except RS. After the 26th I have 28 days in which to revise for my one and only English exam. I think I've got it all covered.

I think that with all the things that I've been stressing over for the past four months, no one could deny me a little break. And if you say I should have worked for the past 2 weeks, well, maybe you're right. We'll see in August when I get my results!!