Hello there...

So wow, long long times.....

Between all my interent connection problems, an extended stay in Italy and general coursework/exam revision this space here got neglected....not that it makes much difference to anyone but me...but atleast i'm back!

If we thought March was crazy, April and May were worse...i really don't have the time or the space probably to fit this all in so lets jsut say it was wild times.

Heres a short run through of the highlights.....(if you care)....

• Went to Itlay, got stuck there thanks to a volcano (in Iceland)
• Sprained my ankle....purely by falling down while walking....[well done Manisha, you just broke your clumsiness record]
• Had my real art exam and actually finished my painting! [shock for anyone who knows me]
• Had my final day of school ever.....it was really depressing and thanks to Cat Potter I cried....[she knows why]
• The ordeal to finish yearbook....involving 4am bedtimes during study leave and exams....I actually have every person's yearbook profile ingrained in my memory, right in the place where I'm meant to be storing maths and physics?

ahh yes exams....oh dear....anyone who takes maths...I feel your pain....those exams have got to be some of the worst of my life....just...no words to describe what I felt after C3, atleast C4 was slightly better?

Anyway the first week of exams is over thankfully and i'm taking a 'break'....so I thought I might aswell revamp this blog....what do we think?....Brownie Points for guessing the significance of the background....

So maybe in about two weeks, I can finally catch up properly, some photos I took will be uploaded (but as of yet are still in my camera) and you may be seeing./hearing/reading a lot more....

[Ps. good luck for exams!!]

March Madness

Wow, long time no see?




Sad times.



But anyway, it’s time to resume this blogging after numerous distractions and tragedies have separated me from my computer and worse...the internet.



Yes well it's been busy times and I have finally managed to find some time for this.

WARNING: this is going to be the longest post of your life, about four posts in one.

It all begins with deciding to head yearbook this year. DON'T DO IT. [Just some words of advice for those who still have this joy]. Yes well I finally realised why teachers make such a big deal over deadlines. Talk about unnecessary stress. I guess I did volunteer and in the end it's hopefully going to be a great book.

Also as everyone who is in the same position knows, UCAS is finally coming to an end in terms of offers and all that's left to do is press that shiny red 'reply' button and decide where you'll be next year. Currently still deciding between Nottingham and Sheffield...thoughts?

Also it's that time where teachers are manically trying to fit in the last bits of the syllabus to give us 'revision time' before we leave in a few short weeks. Four weeks to be precise. Four weeks of actually physically having to be on site. It’s kind of sad, kinda not, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there, there's so much left to do!

In the past two weeks or so I have been in music mode. I had my piano exam which I found out on Saturday I passed. I was so relieved considering my teacher has been unable to teach me for months and my violin teacher had bravely endured my efforts, only to honestly say he was glad he wasn't the one presenting me for exam.

Also Monday I had my flute exam, which was such an EPIC FAIL. If I could only ever use that term once in life, this would be the moment. I came out, only to listen to my accompanist sigh and advise me to retake next term. You know it’s bad when they say it to your face.

Also last ever concert....at school that is. It was one of the best ones we’ve done and it still hasn’t sunk in, but after seven years of rehearsals and run-throughs and manic stand-arranging we finally say farewell to such events.... [Well I will definitely be coming back next year to see Jewitt cope without all us Year 13s].

The day after saw me down in London [just about awake enough to remember my violin] playing with a proper orchestra....no offence to CCHS ...

It was part of a scheme which meant some of us string players from SMC got to perform with the London Symphony Orchestra [bows down: I <3 them]. It was actually really fun, we had this amazing conductor who was so nice and funny...well not funny, but he amused us....

And I made some new friends [WIN] and picked up some new vocabulary i.e. CHENGFAIL.

While most of CCHS slept in on the Friday, the beginning of was meant to be a four day do-nothing fest weekend , A level art and drama students had no rest and sure enough at 8.45 we could be found in school: I had a lovely 15 hour art mock.

Having missed a day to go to London for the concert, I was banished from the A2 room and had to sit at the back of room 19 with two year 12s...who were really nice, but still. I did however cram my painting into the A2 room only to be criticized for my slowness.

People are taking bets on how long it will take me to finish the painting. But hey, the Mona Lisa wasn't completed in 15 hours...but I’m no Da Vinci so we'll just see. I currently have one and a half hours of painting left before I lose the bet and have to buy numerous pizzas to feed my art class tomorrow. A defeat I do not look forward to.

[ok so, it' sideways, but points for guessin what it is]

On other notes,...

It was one of my best friend's eighteenth last Monday [happy birthday!] so on the following Friday a group of us went out to Frankie and Benny’s, NOT Benny’s and Jerry’s as a fellow blogger most eloquently put [ahem IRENE].

Her mum made us this beautiful cake and it should be a crime to eat it...and we got gift bags! I haven't gotten one of those since i was like seven! ahh the memories....WIN definitely.

And....is it me or does no one ever come in anymore? I swear half of the year is missing....some mass conspiracy theory involving Chelmsford Library I believe.....

 

<---- 'where is everyone?'

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QUESTION FOR ART/LATIN PEOPLE...

...Rome? Who’s going? Anyone want to tell me what on earth is going on? I don't even know what time the flight out is. FAIL.

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And if you’re wondering where my a-levels went, I think this sums it up:

-[Clearly someone is on top of everything life wants to throw at her]-

Blue Paint FAIL

I finally moved onto a new art piece today.

I went up to the art rooms second lesson to wash my canvas....this really nice blue [such technical art terms] . I wore a painting shirt in the effort to keep my nice, clean white top [maybe not the best outfit choice in retrospect] from harm. After a couple of minutes, I got frustated with the overall and took it off, thinking that I wouldn't need it jsut to finish of the edges.

I was late to my next lesson so I rushed off to Maths and sat down to find a blue stain in the middle of my top. FAIL. I ran to the nearest toilet to use a sink to try and wet it slightly in the hope of removing the stain. no luck of course....as people know, acrylic is one of the worst things to get onto clothes....complicated to remove and may be permanent. As it dried throughout my lesson, I was able to pick bits off....its pretty much clear now, a good wash should do the trick.

I went back at the beginning of lunch just to check the paint was dry...it was, so I moved it onto my easel. I was then told the art rooms would be shut so I started packing up. I was about to put my coat on when I noticed a huge blue paint mark on my cardigan. no, not a mark...more like I had intentially taken a roller or large paintbrush and swept it along the right side of my cardigan. FAIL STRIKE 2. could this get more frustating. As this was/is my favourite cardigan, I was devestated, rushing to the sink and scrubbing on it. I then spent the whole lunch wetting my cardigan and scratching off all the paint on it, while my friends [who looked at me as if I was some crazy child] suggested the possibility of dyeing my cardigan if worst came to worst.

In the afternoon I went back up to the art rooms to actually start the painting, approaching the canvas very cautiously. I looked at the pristine blue coverage over the canvas and sighed. I will never be able to look/touch blue acrylic again [that is, after this piece is finished].

A family that Fails together, Stays together

Yes, well this all comes down to a very stupid moment....

Finding myself wanting a glass of orange juice, I reach into the fridge to find I have to open a new carton. No biggy right? Wrong. I spent a couple of minutes trying to twist the cap of the carton with all of my strength whilst both my mother and brother watched in pure amusement. I couldn't open it. FAIL...yes...

My brother, trying to act tough, snatches the carton away from me and looks at me with pure condescension and smugly makes his attempt. No result. He tryed again and again resulting in a face of pure agony as he struggled with this carton. FAIL. now who's laughing?

My mother who now looked on in pity, took the carton 'you both are weaklings' she said as she took the carton. She made her attempt and guess what? Nothing....does the word 'fail' even need to be repeated? 
Ohh this Tropicana carton waas sent to mock us.
My brother now frustated and angry got a knife out and started hacking at this cap. Frightened yet intrigued by his attempts I looked to see if anything would happen. Nothing. apparently the plastic was not going to surrender to the knife. Turns out the cap which is meant to be precut for an easy open had not been cut.

In the end, we used the knife to slice open the top edge of the carton.

[if you're wondering...my dad was sleeping on the sofa the whole time and only woke up right at the end to mock us.]