The Impossible Early Nights

It's my first day back at college today, after having a week off. If I'm honest I still don't feel right and am dreading the four hours of theory if I'm ill. I haven't once gone home from college and I don't plan to, the thought of seeing a nurse is horrifying. 

I know that today I'm going to be thinking about the blood test I may have to have tomorrow, I got out of it last week and now my Mum thinks I still should have one. My Mum has even booked me into a special ward for 'scared' people over the age of fourteen. Seven hours of college is going to be intolerable if I'm stressing out about other things as well. When I was at secondary school I used to have panic attacks, and I definitely don't plan on having any at college.

I even tried to have an early night last night, but that didn't work. It seems as though whenever I want an early night, I can't get to sleep and I'm so tired whenever I do want to stay up. Last night my head was pounding and I couldn't even watch the television, I hate feeling rough and wouldn't wish it on anyone. 

Is College Overrated?

When I was at secondary school they used to tell us week after week about how amazing and useful college is; but amazing it is not! College is overrated by schools and should be thought over carefully by students. If you are thinking of going to college in September, you really should think about what course you are thinking of doing. Once it's September and you've chosen your course, you can't change to another until the next September. 

I don't regret going to college, but I do think that the course they put me on isn't hard enough for me and that's when I start to get bored. Most of the students on my course are lazy or just simply behind. I like to plan what work I need to do and then finish it properly and in not too much time. 

In my eyes it all comes down to wasting time. Sometimes I feel as though I need to waste time in order to survive the long four hour theory lesson. Within the four hours the lecturer gives us one piece of work to complete and nothing else, usually I make work for myself! Look through the criteria sheet and see what I could write a witness statement about; but that list is becoming shorter and shorter and soon there won't be a lot left. 

Space out the amount of work you do and make it to a better standard. 

It's quality not quantity. 

Acceptance By The Family

Today I'm going to my Nan house, which is where I go every other Sunday. Although I like seeing my little cousin and the rest of the family, I can't help but feeling like an outcast. My little cousin was born nearly seven years ago and since then I've been the second best. I agree that she's adorable and should get everything she wants, but what about me as well?

I hate sounding ungrateful, but I think about my sixteenth birthday all the time. I went round to see them on the Sunday, expecting something special from them, seeing as it was my sixteenth and a big deal. I opened this present to find a bookmark that could have been bought from the 99p store. I was so disappointed with them for not thinking of something special, but I've decided that that is how they are. They don't understand the importance of a teenager growing up, not the importance of the teenager being me anyway. 

My Experience With Live Journal

Tried out Live Journal today to see if it was easier to use than this. It wasn't. It was complicated and you couldn't even customize the templates provided. After uploading a few of my posts from here I realized that Live Journal wasn't for me and deleted my account. Five minutes at the most I had that account and within that five minutes I decided that I am never going to use Live Journal again. I used to have an account about three years ago, when I was less logical and sad, which I think it was way better back then. Even though I spoke to all of one person from there, it was still a better experience.

I'd love to talk to fellow bloggers on here, by at the moment everyone seems shy. I'd love to take requests from followers/readers about what my next post should be. Speak up readers!

Our opportunity to choose

Choices. At the young of sixteen these choices don't seem to be your own, even though you're meant to be an adult in the eyes of the government. 'We're your parents, we know best!' is a constant reminder of the age we are and how we are lacking responsibility. Throughout school my parents would tell me about the responsibilities I would have once I had left school, and even though I should have many, none of them were decided by me. My parents helped me choose what college I went to and what course I chose, how I would get to college, even when I would learn to drive. When I got my grades back in August my Nan started to tell me that business isn't the right path for me and that she thought hairdressing would be, which turned out to be a complete disaster and ended up with them telling me to drop out of college, at the interview! 

In September I started my business course, like I chose, and am far ahead of the course than most of the people on it. I enjoy typing and writing about what I do at work, which I chose as my work experience placement. Even now I am choosing what courses to do for my next year at college

Choices should be your own and if anybody takes that opportunity away from you, snatch it back quickly! Life is about choices and responsibility so take control of your life by acting on your opportunities.

Searching Shells Banner!

Made a banner for the Searching Shells site, but unfortunately I don't know how to put it as a banner on my layout. Oh well. I guess this is going to be a short and pointless post, please comment your thoughts about the banner. Much appreciated! 

Going out with my Mum and then visiting my Nan later. Hope all your Saturdays are being good to you as well! X

Young Love

I was out with a few friends at the weekend, down the town having a lovely hot chocolate in Starbucks. Starbucks is an open shop, which is all windows and no walls, so we decided to people spot. We recognized some people that went by, but my mind was mostly drawn to the numerous couples hanging around in the middle of the shopping center. They were sitting on the floor opposite Starbucks, all loved up, and must have only been about thirteen years old. 

It made me think about when I was their age and what I had done then to pass time. I come to the conclusion that young teenagers now days are too open about their feelings. I used to go shopping or go round a friends house. If I was in a relationship I would definitely not sit around town with five other couples making a fool out of myself, I'd go to theirs or they'd come to mine and once in a while we'd take a stroll down the beach.

This sighting is just another reminder that romance is disappearing and in its place is lust. Most teenagers are unable to realize just how important love is in a relationship, it isn't just about sex and how good of a kisser they are. I think that is what the population is forgetting; mothers and fathers forgetting to tell their children about love and how they met, or older brothers and sisters not guiding them in the right direction.

I myself do not have anything brothers or sister, so I had to find out about relationships and lust on my own. Sure, my Mum told me about how her and my Dad met, but I know that it isn't going to happen that way for me. I had a boyfriend when I was fourteen and it wasn't about sex and kissing, we never had sex throughout the relationship, it was because we liked each other and liked being together. All relationships have their rough spots, but young teenagers today won't realize that, because they aren't in a relationship at all, they just like the thought of being in one.