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PART 1 - Backstage at the Sixth form show rehearsal! PART 2 - THE SHOW! EVERYBODY SAY, YES I CAN! THE TROUBLED RELATIONSHIPS OF TODAY'S TEENS Ohhh the pain! You don't half get some nutters round here. February Ranting & Raving Mobiles, hotter than ever, especially against your head.... Newspapers, fact or fiction? How was your Halloween? Oh How I Miss....! Gordon's Cafeteria Weekends versus homework |
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PART 1 - Backstage at the Sixth Form Show rehearsal! 10.00 AM - It is Friday morning, everyone is dog-tired and ready to go back to bed. A certain pair of sixth formers are nursing hangovers. And I’m one of them. Whilst the upper sixth look on in distaste at the 'babies' in the lower sixth running around like screaming animals, they decide to forget their higher status and join in the rushing and screaming, including me and a certain friend who are pretending to be absolutely fresh faced and wide awake. HA! After a heavy night out, the last thing we needed was a full day rehearsal on our one day off. But hey, I can’t complain, let’s just try and forget the banging head and throw ourselves into the rehearsal as tomorrow is the BIG NIGHT! ARGHH! 11.00 AM - Well all I can say is I am relieved as hell that I remembered my costume! Other unfortunate souls are getting an ear bashing from Mrs Lawrence and the rest of us are examining the running order. Thank god I’m not on till the second act, couldn’t face the bright lights this early. Meanwhile, some little prima donna is whinging about her place in the show. Listen love, you’re in one thing, TOUGH! The girls are changing in the chemistry lab and the boys in the biology but a certain few (AHEM, Daniel) keep appearing in the girls changing room, either confused about their gender or just perverted. 12.00 PM - Nearly through the first run through, oops, there’s tears from a few of the girls who have fluffed up. Never mind girls, there’s still time! I’ve taken a few paracetamol in the hope that my head will stop banging and I’m trying to drink lots of water to soothe my throat. Somehow I don’t think last night’s karaoke did much good! Whoops. 1.00 PM - Ahhh, lunch time. A few complimentary and uncomplimentary comments from the teachers go down before everyone sneaks off to the kiosk and for cigarettes. The latest gossip of the day is a who’s-snogged-who challenge, so far it looks like the year twelve boys are the most talked about! And for some reason, Johnny has appeared on roller blades, possibly in an attempt to impress everyone. Erm, no. Kimberley and I attempt to annoy Katie as much as possible, being in one of those moods (i.e., as childish as possible) until we feel sick and eat crisps in a hole by the side of the road. 5.00 PM - It’s the end of the day, we’re all really wound up, ready to kill one another and dreading the show tomorrow. Someone’s nicked Katie’s shoes, although admittedly they are so incredibly foul, someone’s probably just hidden them for her sake. The backstage crew are officially declared useless by the performers, whilst the backstage crew declares the performers a cast of complete muppets. Keith in particular is determined to overcome the no-whispering rule by making conversation with EVERYONE that’s about to go onstage, whilst someone else holds up a lighter behind the curtain, probably trying to be told off. Anyway, I need some aspirin and a good night’s sleep, alongside everyone else but for another reason. Cross your fingers for tomorrow night! Holz |
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PART 2 - THE SHOW! (Sixth Form Show - Dec 2002) It's panic time at EIC, or at least, it is for those of us about to hit the stage. We're all about to smack one another to release those pre-show jitters, when Mrs Lawrence and co. appear in the changing room to psyche us up and get us a bit more excited. It's worked, because all of a sudden the air is thick with cheers and clapping that the audience can surely hear through the 'well constructed' walls of the labs. So the clock rolls around to 8pm, and John and Andy - I mean, David and Lee - strut their stuff for the audience and are greeted by laughter and applause. The 'stay away from the stage' rule appears to have been forgotten as we all congregate around, hearts beating less fast at the sound of a responsive audience. Thank god for that then! After being shooed into the changing room, its time to roar with laughter at the the year 12 boys in their Mambo No.5 get-up; Especially George in THAT mini-skirt! A few other highlights backstage included all the boy's makeup, but I think the best by far had to be Welby. Oh dear. Whilst Stephanie Ghanem used her expert skills dolling everyone up, Welby decided it was every man for himself, and turned himself into a red-cheeked panda. A couple of the girls forgot about getting ready and talked lovingly of some of the male teachers they fancied in the audience. Meanwhile a select few boys continued to run through the girl's changing room in an attempt to glimpse nudity, complaining that the girls were doing exactly the same to them and not getting chucked out! The first act was finally over, and there was time for a well-deserved break for everyone, especially poor Leigh, who had about ten costume changes in each act. We all went outside and collapsed, some greeting friends who had come a long way to see the show, some going to the front of house for a drink and some just sitting around having a cigarette. One filthbag in Year 13 in a desperate bid for the toilet ran towards the nearest bushes and relieved himself as it was time to go back inside. Once the parents had taken their seats, drinks and crisps in tow, it was time for the show to go on. Lee made everyone feel better by announcing that we had a "good" audience, however, knowing that the audience comprised mainly parents and teachers, there were still a lot of nerves on edge! As the walls of the labs are so well made, we could hear and feel the energy of the show in the changing rooms which should have made everyone even more excited. However! At this point, tension was building, what with the bottom boys having a bit of a bust up over their lines and a few accusations over missing make-up. Alayne, doing her best to get in the way rushed about like a headless chicken and generally caused more mischief than help but it was nearly the finale, and we were determined to go out with a bang! After climbing into my cleaner's outfit alongside Katie, Kimberley and Alayne for my last act before the finale, we went to wait backstage for Karima to finish singing. Whilst Keith and Martin drooled from backstage, us girls stood there with our mouths hanging open at this amazing voice. Feeling rather stupid after this unbelieveable performance, I grabbed a mike and attempted to sweep the floor, singing (or attempting to, anyway!) whilst the other girls danced (Well, tried to dance!) Everything went smoothly, except when I FORGOT A LINE!!! CRINGE! Oh well, nobody noticed hopefully. It was rush hour now, as Rosie showed off her fantastic and unique fire throwing skills (who'da known?!) and the rest of us threw off our wigs, slippers, etc. There was no time to fix the hair, so with a bush-whacker on the old bonce and cleaner's clothes on, I raced out with everyone else to perform the finale; Grease! It went really well, lots of happy faces and some nifty dancing and singing. (We won't mention mine and david's actions in the finale!) After the final bows and hurried thanks to various people, we stampeded backstage to grab our stuff, cheering. In the foyer of the hall, everyone gave out words of congratuations, and remarked how much they had enjoyed the show. Feeling satisfied with our performances, everyone drifted off to their various friends and family members to go celebrate. In total style, me and my 'people' (!!!) hit the local chinese, where we stuffed our faces and re-lived the best parts of the show. THE END! Holz |
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EVERYBODY SAY, YES I CAN! "I have a dream". How often have you heard that famous quote? I believe that most people have only really heard those words spoken jokingly. But think about it, those four words are powerful. They are inspirational, they’re straight from the soul and they bring a gleam to a person’s eye that can really make a difference. If you have a dream, don’t just let it be a dream. Make it a reality. Of course, when following a dream, everyone experiences set backs, ask Madonna! But don’t let a few obstacles get in your way. Think, I can do this. Normally when I start with the "I have a dream" speech, everyone runs for cover and starts saying "here we go again...". But the truth is, these are the people who can’t believe in themselves, who don’t have the ability to believe their own dreams can become reality and it is THESE SAME PEOPLE that try and make your dreams look stupid and try to make YOU feel small when you believe in yourself and try and reach the "dream" you desire. But hey. If you dream of becoming the next president, a top lawyer, or shelf filler at tesco, if you dream of passing all your exams fabulously or daring to be different, don’t think of it as impossible. Think positively, think determination, and think YES I CAN. You may think, why is Holly on this mad inspiration kick? Well, maybe it’s because exam time is here and it’s that time when you have to reflect on the future and how you will get to the future you want. And maybe now I’m old enough to look ahead and KNOW that whatever I want in life, I’m going to get. All you need is determination and belief in yourself. After all, I have a dream... Holz Visit our message board it only takes a moment to register, give us your opinion tell us your troubles, whatever you want. |
THE TROUBLED RELATIONSHIPS OF TODAY’S TEENS. ( * - names have been changed because I don't want to get beaten up by my friends) A little while ago I went out for the night with a bunch of friends, male and female. When we got out, me and two of the girls went over to the bar and ordered drinks. While we were ordering, Sandy* told me she REALLY liked Justin* and had liked him for ages. I sort of squealed and said, you go girl, go chat him up! So we get back over to the rest of the group and instead of going over to him, Sandy sits with me and just SMILES stupidly at Justin for about an hour. Well. I was NOT impressed. And the only one still sober. So really I was quite annoyed at the whole friend-crap-at-flirting-thing. I got REALLY fed up of Sandy fluttering over Justin, so I excused myself and invited Justin for a drink at the bar. We went over to the bar and I bluntly told Justin that Sandy fancied the PANTS off him. He was quite pleased but DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE SAID?! He said "She’s nice but I can’t get together with her". Well! after I had put my eyes back in their sockets, I choked out a WHY?! WHY WHY WHY WHY?! I still can’t believe this rubbish! He said, "I can’t because my friends will take the mickey out of me, we’ve only come out for a one-nite thing." I have never been more annoyed with a bloke. I mean REALLY! So I asked him to give me an explanation unless he wanted to WEAR my drink. And this is the information he passed on to me, which I am printing so as all girls know where they stand when they meet dear Justin*. "Well, the thing is, if I get with her then my friends will all take the mick. Not only that but for the same reason I don’t want to have to call her cos I’ll be too embarrassed and sound like a loser. I mean, I’d rather she feels bad when I don’t call than I feel bad when I sound like an idiot and get teased for calling. And also, we only came out to find a one night woman kinda thing, I can’t be bothered with a relationship where I have to actually pay attention." Just so you know, Sandy got with a much nicer guy that night and Justin got NOBODY. Holly is absolutely raving mad with Justin and has vowed to stay away from all men forever. Well, until next weekend. LOL! I’ll keep you posted regularly on the troubled relationship world around us! . . . Holz |
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Ohhh the pain! No, don’t worry, I haven’t broken any bones or tripped over the cat. In fact, this pain is inevitable, the type that comes every year to everyone. So what am I bloomin moaning about? TOO MANY EASTER EGGS! Yes, apart from the obesity of the situation, I have spent desperate hours lying in bed trying to attract sympathy from all around me. Apart from the quick glance asking "oh you’re still there are you?". I have received NOTHING! No caring words, no passing of the remote control or bowl of soup even! Maybe it’s because I secretly ate all the family Easter eggs this year. But I thought, surely they don’t think it’s me after that fab “dog-ate-them” excuse, right? After three days of wasting time being ignored I called my mum into my pit and asked for a crane to lift me back into the world. A simple no would have been fair enough but the hysterical laughter and hoover she passed me were a little too much to take! I climbed out of bed (slowly, very slowly), slowly trudged to the lounge…and there it was. Surrounded by a golden glow, wrapped in the pinkest of pink wrappings and tied with the biggest of bows, it was positively a heaven sent MAMA of an Easter egg! Sitting on the table and staring straight at me! In the far distance I heard a familiar voice call out “We’re going out! See you later!” I mumbled something along the lines of goodbye and edged closer to the egg. It wanted me and I wanted it. It was calling my name. “Stop!” cried a voice inside me, “it’s not yours!” There were a thousand reasons not to eat the egg but my hands were uncontrollable. Suddenly the wrapping was gone and the chocolate was melting in my mouth! I couldn’t stop until the last little bite. I felt awful. What had I done? I felt like the grinch who stole Christmas! No longer able to stand, I rolled to the bin to hide the evidence. The key in the door startled me and I jumped up quickly to find my whole family laughing at me. Supporting myself against the table I shouted angrily “What are you laughing at?” They continued to shriek and point until I realised. It was a trap! “So Holly,” they crowed, “you feeling hungry?” I laughed too when I realised they had left the egg to see if I would eat it and then prove me to be the phantom egg eater. Although my laughter was more, “haha the jokes on you cos I still got to eat them all” than their “haha we caught you, oinker” it has taught me a valuable lesson. One, I will never go near another Easter egg again. Two, prepare for post-Easter with extra large clothes. Believe me, in my experience, YOU’LL NEED THEM! Holly Visit the Holly-Wood message board. |
You don’t half get some nutters round here. But sometimes they turn out to be quite interesting… April the first, a good day to do some shopping for my cousin’s birthday present I thought. Well! After a STRESSFUL day out shopping, I was surprised to encounter a little old lady sitting at a table by the bus stop. “Whatever takes your fancy!” I thought as I attempted to pass her. “Excuse me!” she called in a feeble voice, “Young lady!” Seeing the twinkling eyes in her wrinkled face, I stopped and turned to face her. “Would you like me to read your fortune?” she asked. “Oh great”, I thought, just what I need. Even so, she looked ever so old and humble that I felt sorry for her and sat at the table. “How much does this cost then?” I asked. “Well,” she said, “actually I don’t want you to pay me unless I get it right.” I nodded; this seemed very sensible coming from a loon at the bus stop! She proceeded to tell me things that shocked and astounded me about my past and present, until I was falling off my seat with wonder. I had never seen anything like it! She went on to tell me about how the rest of my day would be. “Something you are unsure of will be made clear to you in the form of a messenger” she claimed. After an hour or so I was still ready to hear more but the woman had other plans. “Wait here my dear” she said as she got up, lifting her long dark skirts from the dirty ground. She picked up her bag and shuffled off in the direction of the shopping centre from which I had just left. Time passed and I began to get cross; where was she? As it got dark I realised she wasn’t coming back. I walked slowly to the bus stop. I was unsure how on earth the woman had known all my secrets and what was going on in my life and in fact, my personality traits! I got on the bus and dropped in at a friend’s house where I relayed the story. “That’s funny,” she said, “because strangely enough I have a message for you about something you’re unsure of.” My eyes opened wide, what could it be? She smiled slyly. “Well actually my aunt wanted me to give you this.” She handed me a business card. As I read it in horror she spoke again. “She said she just loves all the details on your website by the way. And she was especially interested in my stories about what we’ve been up to in the last few months.” I got up, shocked, and made my way towards the door. Over my shoulder I heard her last few words. “She says you should go to that place written on the card ‘Wendy’s Witchy Wardrobe Shop’, they have some great costumes” My face got redder as her laughter got louder. She called out as I was leaving. “Oh and Hols? April fool….” Holly Visit the Holly-Wood message board. |
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| February Ranting & Raving Welcome to another fun-filled half term at the EIC, where every day is an sclub7 day whoops, I think that means I've been watching waaaayyy too much MTV. Still, better than those people who spend way too long on the net and can't resist adding '@hotmail.com' when someone asks them their name. Hang on, been there, done that. But I swear it was a genuine mistake, I thought they asked for my email address. Who was to know they wanted my name first? Then again, I suppose if you're chatting someone up, you should ask their name rather than their email address first. Holly, shut up. Okay. Oh dear, did you see that? signs of madness. I've started talking to myself which is bad enough, now I've begun to answer myself too. Back to mistakes! I've noticed lots of them recently. You know when you feel really pleased with yourself and then you go and make a big SPLAT mess of it? Like last week. New pair of shoes (girls, take note). Put them on and made everyone admire them, then showed everyone just how gracefully I could fall down the stairs and flash my knickers at the pensioner's tour bus (If any of them are reading, I'M SORRY!). So anyway, with cheeks flaming, ankle sprained and shoes BROKEN, the lesson learned here is either 1. don't bother buying new shoes orAnother really great plan went SPLAT last week in London when a friend of mine began to nibble on his one day CHILD travel card (despite the fact he's seventeen hehe). Now, as most people will know, if you try and eat your card, it won't go through the machine at the tube station and a ticket man will have to take you through the manual gates. After screeching for help when finding his chewed card wouldn't go through the machine, the ticket man came over to help this poor, hungry child. Unfortunately the man checked the card out and suspiciously asked how old this boy was. "Fifteen" he replied confidently. "And when's your date of birth?" asked the evil ticket collector at which point my friend is thinking 'noooooooooooooooooooooooo'. Being unable to think of a suitable date of birth, he said "I DON'T KNOW!" The lesson to be learned here is either 1. Tell the truth orHolly |
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Mobiles, hotter than ever, especially against your head....They’re cool, they’re groovy, everybody’s got one but everyone’s just dying to have a newer one. What on EARTH am I on about? Well, mobile phones actually. What is it about these little devices that makes us all want one? I remember, glancing through the window of the telephone shop and that particular nokia calling my name, “buy me, Holly, buy me”. It was then that I was hooked. A new phone was followed by new covers (currently 32 at the moment), a hands free gadget (never actually got around to using it), three more chargers (one for home, one for friends and one spare) and of course, the BIGGEST WHOPPING PHONE BILL EVER. Whoops.One question. WHY? Why can’t I stop phoning people? Why can’t I be happy with the cover I bought the damn phone with? Why on earth do I need so many accessories? In a word, or rather, two, it’s MOBILE MANIA. Once you pop, you can’t stop. And I know it’s not just me. Having a mobile telephone has become like a cult. Using it has become an addiction. Sometimes I think to myself, HEY, I’m not the one with the problem. I’m not using the phone THAT much, or complaining about the phone bill, I feel happy when I buy a new cover and I WILL use the chargers and hands free one day. Then there are the sensible days. The days I think, I’ve used the “mob” so much today my head is throbbing with radiation. The days I realise, Mum and Dad are going to FLIP when they see this bill and have to help me pay it. When I can’t find anything under the mountainous piles of mobile accessories. So what do we do? Using a mobile phone is unsociable and as for texting, HELLO! That is just rude. I was recently talking to a friend when her mobile started beeping. “Carry on talking,” she goes. So I do. Five minutes later when I ask her what she thinks of what I said (very juicy gossip it was too), she says “Oh sorry. I wasn’t listening, I had to answer so-and-so’s text message.” Well! thankyou! how nice to know my conversation is being replaced by someone elses who isnt EVEN THERE. Thing is, I know I do it myself and no matter how hard I try, I can’t resist answering the msg. See? That’s another thing. Normal words have been turned into text talk - LOL (laughing out loud), txt msg, Cm (seem), ur, OMG! (oh my gawd) etc. Unfortunately, I don’t see a cure in the future for us mobile freaks. Unless anyone has the number of a good psychiatrist, it would seem I’m doomed to a lifetime of mobile addiction. Of course, having and using a mobile has got to be better than smoking hasn’t it? Then again, considering generally that mobile users start younger than smokers, shouldn’t we be a little more concerned about the effects of radiation? I know it’s a serious issue, I only wish I would remember that the next time I get out my phone. . . Holly your opinion |
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Newspapers, fact or fiction?I am absolutely sick to death of opening up the newspaper, only to be greeted by the sight of one slightly famous person after the other, sharing their personal lives with the rest of the world. NEWSFLASH! We don’t care! We don’t want to know! Sure, it can sometimes be entertaining when we read so called ‘celebrity’ news, but when it graces the cover of trashy papers every single week, we get...bored. I mean, how are we supposed to take proper news articles seriously when they’re not considered as juicy as a story about Victoria Beckham’s most recent purchase? I’m not saying I don’t enjoy reading this rubbish because it’s a good way to waste some time on a Sunday afternoon, but I am trying to point out that the significance of important news is being somewhat belittled by some tabloid newspapers. Not only are the proper world news stories ‘second best’ in the eyes of the editors, they are often exaggerated to make better reading. A snappy headline is one thing, but incorrect facts and propaganda is another. Some time ago there was a case in England where a man smacked his little girl in a dentist’s waiting room for refusing to go in. In reliable papers the story was brought across truthfully, in some papers the story screamed ‘CHILD ABUSED BY FATHER IN PUBLIC DISPLAY’, which helped sway public opinion into believing this loving father was a child beater. Is it right that newspapers make a hurting impact on peoples lives for a better story? . . . . Holly your opinion |
How was your Halloween?I think that as a holiday that doesn't really symbolise religion, Halloween is for everyone and we should all celebrate it. Saying that however, last Halloween I stayed at home, carved a pumpkin (and my fingers), scared small trick-or-treaters, watched a horror film and scared myself silly. Pretty boring, right? This year I decided to go out, but I was worried nobody would be dressed up and I would look like a complete idiot (a half dressed complete idiot at that!). Nevertheless, I put on my costume and went down to Puerto Banus for the evening.Well! It was truly great. Nearly everyone was wearing a costume, all the bars were decorated and there were loads of free hats, capes and candles being given out to everyone! In true party spirit, the majority of years 11, 12 and 13 danced the night away to Michael Jackson's 'Thriller' and other similar songs. I think the singing along (screeching actually) was a bit loud (whoops), but the full moon definitely had something to do with that! Some of us jumped up on tables to do a Halloween version of 'YMCA' (don't ask!) and everyone was in a great mood. So next year for Halloween, I won't be staying in, I shall be back up on that table, dancing away like a mad thing. And the best part? Hey, it's Halloween, I can get away with it! Holly | ||
Oh How I Miss....!Do you know what makes me growl? My know-all friends in England who go on about how primitive Spain is. If I hear, "Wow! You mean there are shops / the internet / McDonalds in Spain?" ONE more time, I'm going to scream! In fact, more than ever now, we have most of the things we want here and sure, there are things from England or from our 'home lands' that we miss. But, gradually they are coming to Spain and funnily enough, shops like Mango are becoming big hits back in the UK!The best part? Prices in shops such as these are cheaper over here. Laughing? Moi? Of course! Here are some places / brands to look for stuff you want. Clothes. Mango, Zara, Bershka - check the price tags and compare the Spanish and English prices For clothes from Miss Selfridge, Topshop, Morgan and other high street shops, check out the factory shop in Fuengirola (near the bus stop). If you like clothes from Miss Sixty, go to the Church Square in Fuengirola (near Salon Varietes). Pull and Bear have some great stuff.in Fuengirola or Marina Banus El Corte Ingles (Puerto Banus) always has quite a large range of Morgan, Ralf Lauren and DKNY clothes Intersport, has huge chain stores with huge selections of sports gear. Look in La Canada and Malaga's shopping centres, La Rosaleda and Centro Larios. Food. If you are a bagel fan, you HAVE to go to Terrasanna where they do fresh bagels with anything and everything on them (Near Puerto Banus). Most English products, especially chocolates can be found in Iceland (Calahonda, Fuengirola and Carretera de Mijas). Come on, Mum! El Corte Ingles (Hipercor) offers loads of foreign food. They also have a number of Arabic and Jewish choices. Make-up. Maybelline - El Corte Ingles, most supermarkets Bobbi Brown - El Corte Ingles Bourgeois - Gala, Corte Ingles, most perfume shops, Larios centre (Malaga) Rimmel - La Rosaleda has a huge range, La Canada's supermarket also. Miners & Street Wear - I've only seen it in one place - Fuengirola, a shop on the beach front in the Los Boliches area. Happy hunting! Holly Visit the Holly-Wood message board. |
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Gordon's Cafeteriamouth watering munchies and sinful snacks?It can't honestly just be me. Surely someone else has noticed that every week there is something new and exciting behind the bar in the cafeteria. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining! Being a bigger oinker than most, it gives me great pleasure to waltz into the cafeteria and sample many of the treats that I love but aside from noticing all the new sweets, I've noticed something else. I am getting very FAT!!! Yes, something must be done. I'm sure that Mr Griffin has paid Gordon to fatten us up in true Hansel and Gretel style. Admittedly, everyone who knows EIC says that one of it's best features is the extensive cafeteria and I do agree, the only real problem is 1. getting obese, 2. choosing what to buy!!! Okay, so I have skipped over the fact that the cafeteria has lots of other things to eat that are savoury but it it's hard to remember them when your eyes immediately land on those new cadburys....! In future I think will be opting to go for a yummy healthy sandwich and a fruit juice instead of the usual milkshake, crisps, donuts, etcetera, to overcome problem #1, mentioned above, but it will be hard to forget those beckoning chocolates that are calling my name...! How do you cope with the cafeteria? Ten things worth listing this month... 1. American Pie 2 and Moulin Rouge hit the cinema - yey! 2. Use of internet at school - research, here we come! 3. Halloween! (some of us celebrated early, didn't we year 12 and 13?!) 4. Air conditioning in the classrooms - ahhh, breezy..(isn't it winter?) 5. NO MORE SWIMMING!!!! HOORAY!!! 6. Basketball tournament coming up Friday, wickeed 7. HALF TERM!!!! 8. Sixth form show SOON! SOON! SOON! 9. Some great books hidden in the library (get over there in your frees) 10.being able to help out in the primary Ten things to sulk about this month... 1. The weather. WHAT is up with that?? 2. Lots more work as we get further into our courses, boo. 3. The rain. I know it counts as weather, but it's so annoying I have to mention it twice I decided. 4. School photos! cringe, I am not very photogenic. 5. Not being in classes with everyone from your year (still feels strange, I remember when there were only about ten people in my year) 6. friends going away for half term 7. Knowing summer is AGES away 8. Winner of 'Is she MTV' being an absolutely USELESS presenter. 9. Lack of a stage in the hall. Hmmm. Could it be elves? 10. Not having enough clothes to get through a lifetime of not wearing uniform (although I'm NOT going back to uniform!) How does your list go? |
Weekends versus homeworkwhat to do, what to do?It's Friday. Yes, we have established this, Mother dearest. No, I am not going to get up from the sofa. No I don't intend to do my homework tonight. Yes, that's right, I'm spending the weekend being a lazy so and so. Grounded?! That's not fair, do you not understand the immense stress I've suffered this week? I need the weekend to relax! Ha, well if that's your attitude then I'm never doing my homework ever EVER again. So there. Does this scene sound familiar? Hmm, well for me it was like a programme on repeat every week, where you just want to scream, SHOW US NEW EPISODES!! My parents and I had the regular screaming match every single Friday night. I would be all, it's MY weekend and the homework can wait until (eleven o' clock) Sunday night. They would be like, get the homework out of the way Friday, then you don't have to worry about it for the rest of the weekend. NOPE! Thing is, I've finally realised a way around the whole "homework vs. a fun weekend" situation, and it's not by doing it on a Friday after school (so there mum!). Neither is it by doing it Sunday night (damn, I hate it when I'm wrong!). For a start, when you get to about year ten, you are told that you should only be going out one night at the weekend and that night should be Friday. Not strictly true. The key is balance and before I get a bunch of angry parents and teachers running towards me brandishing this article, remember this is only an opinion (foot in mouth! Foot in mouth!). If you are intending to go out on Friday night, fine, great. The next morning you are bound to feel tired but you'll probably get invited to do something on Saturday night. Before you rush off, DO SOME WORK! The best thing to do is plan in advance. Make a schedule and stick to it!! Say to your parents, okay I want to go out Friday night, Saturday afternoon shopping and Saturday evening to my mate's house. I'll be home all of Sunday. Before they cut in with that evil glare that screams, YOU WISH, quickly jump in with when you will actually do some work. Say, Friday for two hours before you go out. Saturday lunchtime for two hours before you head off. Sunday afternoon for an hour. The worst thing to do is say you are going to do it and then not, or say you HAVE done your homework when you haven't. Even if it gets your parents off your case, the homework will be on your mind all weekend and then you will panic on Sunday. So what do you think? Am I right? Are you convinced? Oh well, it was worth a try! Holly Visit our message board it only takes a moment to register, give us your opinion tell us your troubles, whatever you want. |
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