memories, they came and went, in light of all the time we spent, listening to everything our parents told us not to take in.
i’m not really sure how to do justice to the past two years but here goes.
sixthform has made me the person i am right now. for me, secondary school involved a lot of wishing - wishing i wasn’t at the bottom of the social hierarchy, wishing i was pretty, wishing i was skinny, wishing i was clever. as i got older, things started to bother me less but i honestly think it wasn’t until sixthform that everything completely fell into place for me. thursday night’s school prank antics made me realise just how much everything has changed, in general and for me in particular - if you’d told my younger self that one day i’d be running around school causing havoc with all these different people, i wouldn’t have believed a word. i’ll miss a million things about sixthform, but most of all i think i’ll miss walking into the common room, looking at the lovely group of friends i have and the general mix of people in my year i never thought i’d associate with, and feeling like i finally belonged.
these past two years have been filled with a lot of regrets and bad decisions, but i think it’s true that you really do learn from your mistakes, even if you have to make the same ones quite a few times before something gives. you can’t always undo the damage you cause, but you can apologise - so if i’ve ever done something fucking stupid affecting you (which i most probably have), i’m so sorry.
there have been a lot more good times than bad, so many that i couldn’t list them all but here are a few;
james’ garage gatherings - i’ve been to a few gatherings at playf’s and my fondest memories have to be the christmas party & the night we decided to have an impromptu drunken night, meaning the few over eighteens had about ten minutes to get to waitrose garage. both nights are a blur, but i know that on those occasions i looked around at my friends, dancing, laughing, etc and just thought ‘i am so lucky’.
under-age towning - didn’t think i’d ever have the balls to try to blag being an eighteen year old when i look about fourteen but i successfully managed to on several occasions and they were all pretty good. can’t say getting questioned in phats was too fun but that was always going to happen at some point. i’m still a lot more of a house party person but i’m glad i’ve gone and i’m hoping after prom celebrations are going to be as amazing as i’m expecting!
slapton - so good, yet it should have been so awful. several days of doing geography experiments, being in lessons all evening and eating disgusting food should have not been enjoyable, but it was pretty unforgetable. not only was the stuff i learnt there one of the few things i actually remembered for my geography exam, but it also brought me a closer to a few pikeys. :)
springhead - we were told springhead would be this relaxing retreat and to be honest, i for one was a little sceptical. how much fun can you really have writing poetry in fields for a few days with teachers around? a lot, as it turns out. i’m so glad i went - lazing around in the sunshine and sitting in the boys room while they jammed was the perfect solution to my stressing, and just like slapton, the trip brought me closer to a few lovely people too.
new years - lots of appreciations for glen, roydz, nev & charley for their hosting. both sixthform new years involved some pretty big fucking up on my part, but the nights were amazing regardless. new year has to be the one night of the year where everyone makes an effort to come out, and it’s completely acceptable to be really drunk without getting judged too much. the combination of both these things has made the past two new years absoutely brilliant, and i hope the next one is just as good (and hopefully spent with the same people!).
house partying - unfortunately everyone starting to turn eighteen has resulted in the gradual decline of house parties, but i’m hoping they might make a return over summer. my preference of them has a lot to do with the lack of need to wear heels, get taxis and pay for drinks, but it also largely to do with the exclusiveness of them - unlike town, there will be no randoms, it’s just simply just being intoxicated with your favourite people.
general pubbing - despite it’s reputation as a shit hole, you just have to love the plough. as with most public places in p’town, there are always a few weirdos, but i’m glad i ignored the warnings and decided to venture into the notorious establishment.
geography - i couldn’t not mention my geography class. how i have passed any geography exams is beyond me (although the D and the U are pretty representative of my geographical abilities) but geography lessons have involved so little work that my failure is to be expected. there has been far too much innuendo making, paper throwing, and trying to make smith/toogood go off at a tangent, but it was definitely worth it (even if i will now have to learn a fair chunk of the A2 course over the next two weeks). we’ve still got our class meal on friday, and i’m hoping that we all manage to stay in touch!
there so much more stuff that i haven’t covered, but i’d be surprised if anyone’s read this far so i’ll give up soon before i bore people too much. these past two years have been amazing and i hope this summer is an unforgettable one. you best all stay in touch. x
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- Me: This is a bad idea and will only make me sad.
- Me: Okay let's do it.
Not being assaulted is not a privilege to be earned through the judicious application of personal safety strategies. A woman should be able to walk down the street at 4 in the morning in nothing but her socks, blind drunk, without being assaulted, and I, for one, am not going to do anything to imply that she is in any way responsible for her own assault if she fails to Adequately Protect Herself. Men aren’t helpless dick-driven maniacs who can’t help raping a vulnerable woman. It disrespects EVERYONE.
+Emily Nagoski. (via rapeisnotajoke)
the maine - take me dancing.
oh a good man said, if you’re feeling dead,
you gotta try to find a way to be alive.
this is not a game that you have to play,
don’t need a reason to breathe just like you die.
give me thunder, give me lightening, & i will give you every part of me.
take me dancing, get me fucked up, play that old guitar & we will sing.
really need to learn to be less socially awkward. in the past few hours i’ve spilt tea on my neighbours cream shoes & shook someone’s hand when they were actually going in for a hug. cringe.
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