As I'm sure a lot of you know, I'm seventeen (ah, alas, she has no experience nor knowledge of the ways and wiles of life!) and that means a number of things. Firstly, I can drive. Secondly, my next birthday should be a cracking one (LANDMARK BIRTHDAY! WHOOP!). Most importantly, I can do magic outside of school. That's been the best one by far.
Quite honestly the best thing has been doing A-Levels, because the amount of care and attention you get from teachers is amazing. They will mark a hundred of the same essay and still put their all in, and that's something I greatly admire. All my teachers have pushed me so hard this year, and I'm really happy they have. I'm pretty complacent with my learning until someone yells at me to do stuff. They're (metaphorically) yelling every lesson. And I'm learning.
Which is why, dear readers, I have some news which I hope will serve to at least make you happy (if not for the general situation then for me, pretty please?)...
I got a place at my chosen University! A conditional offer! Based on ABB in my A-Levels. I reckon I'll go for the A in Sociology and then the B and B in German and Law. Those are all minimums, obviously. They are the pass mark. But seriously, I sent off my application two months ago! Three, in fact! And I have been obsessively checking my inbox every day, waiting for an email telling me of any change. And now I'm happy. Having not had any previous relatives go to university, I am the first in my family and I'm very proud to be offered a place. Now I have something to work for! The little ideas in my head are all coming together to form this big picture of stuff to do and opportunities.
It also means I now have to absolutely hit those targets, and so I'm apologising in advance for the probable break in blog posts. believe me, I'm trying to keep them to about once a week! But it's difficult! There's a lot to be done, and all of it is essential. I'm not naturally particularly bright. I have to work very hard to maintain my grades, and it makes me proud when I can live up to the task and complete the challenge, and so I must say that from now on I will be throwing myself into my work in order to achieve the best I can. That's all I can do, really.
Happy reading, folks!
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Thursday, 9 February 2012
Sunday, 13 November 2011
Agony shan't
So, more dental treatment, I'm sure loads of you have been through it. Apologies for not poating for a while. I've had a truckload of work I wanted to get through (one more essay to do tonight, it's quarter to eleven and this one's due tomorrow) and I still have a bit more (okay LOADS but let's ignore it for the minute).
This little intro brings me to what I call the Golden Rule of Work (GROW). The GROW is, and this is not simplified or shortened or anything, because it's nice and simple already- "As long as the work is in on the deadline, completed to a satisfactory degree and quality, then it doesn't matter when you do it."
I live by this rule. Seriously. I'm the "night before the deadline" kind of person many of my friends despise. Not because I don't do the work, but because I work well under pressure, so leaving most of the application (which admittedly I do preplan in advance, because it gives me days to think of what I'll write into the longer essays) until the night before is fine by me. I can speed-type when I'm in the working mood. By speed type I mean seven pages in an hour. Size twelve font. But yeah, I have to be in a working mood. A productive mood, as it were. It does depend on the subject, though. Law and Sociology essays are a lot easier to complete than German ones, not least because I already know English grammar, syntax, cases, and verb agreement. I've just finished an essay titled "Das Verhältnis zwischen Martin und Clarissa ist gespannt. Wie ist das zu erklären und auf welche Weise wird das im Film vermittelt?". For those of you, I guess a majority, who don't speak German, this translates into "The relationship between Martin and Clarissa is strained. How is this explained and through what methods is it mediated (shown)?" so yes. Sometimes A-Level languages have some strange questions. We've just finished a seven-week long "Environmental resources" topic- believe it or not, I've learnt more about renewable resources in the last term than science taught me in the whole of Secondary School.
Anywhooo, I got braces put on my top teeth this past Friday (two days ago). I still can't chew anything, and they're cutting my mouth because the orthodontist didn't cut the ends of the wires off enough. So every time I smile or laugh or talk or eat or even brush my teeth, I cut the inside of my cheeks. Like an inside-out joker. Except even less funny. Agony shan't get the better of me, however.
One thing that gets rid of pain is hilarity- and hilarity did indeed present itself yesterday evening. Boy oh boy, it was a treat, I tell you! My mother and I, her boyfriend (Julian) and his daughter were all sat in the living room, me on the floor, the other three on chairs (I'm completely uncouth, I know). Suddenly, Julian jumped off the chair, and smacked a rather large spider onto the floor. It started jogging (not quite a run, not quite a walk, like it was hurrying, I suppose) towards the curtains. His daughter ran to get a glass and postcard [note: these should exist in every house at all times for moments such as this]. Right as she left the room, he put his foot in front of it, to stop it getting to the curtains. Now, I would have applauded this (admittedly ill-thought out) tactical move, if it were not for what happened next. The spider, seeing the shoe, sped up. It ran to the shoe, straight UP the side of the shoe (still on Julian's foot) and... Up his trouserleg. There was a moment of disbelief. He then started doing what I can only describe as a one-legged, three-times-normal-speed haka dance, stamping the foot over and over again. After four or so frenzied stamps (all four of us are scared of spiders, I should say), it fell to the floor. The damage, however, has been done. My mother and I pissed ourselves laughing, and there are now conversations underway to the effect of wearing bicycle clips at all times. A good idea, perhaps, but I think I prefer the more interesting outcome that results from the alternative.
Happy reading, folks!
This little intro brings me to what I call the Golden Rule of Work (GROW). The GROW is, and this is not simplified or shortened or anything, because it's nice and simple already- "As long as the work is in on the deadline, completed to a satisfactory degree and quality, then it doesn't matter when you do it."
I live by this rule. Seriously. I'm the "night before the deadline" kind of person many of my friends despise. Not because I don't do the work, but because I work well under pressure, so leaving most of the application (which admittedly I do preplan in advance, because it gives me days to think of what I'll write into the longer essays) until the night before is fine by me. I can speed-type when I'm in the working mood. By speed type I mean seven pages in an hour. Size twelve font. But yeah, I have to be in a working mood. A productive mood, as it were. It does depend on the subject, though. Law and Sociology essays are a lot easier to complete than German ones, not least because I already know English grammar, syntax, cases, and verb agreement. I've just finished an essay titled "Das Verhältnis zwischen Martin und Clarissa ist gespannt. Wie ist das zu erklären und auf welche Weise wird das im Film vermittelt?". For those of you, I guess a majority, who don't speak German, this translates into "The relationship between Martin and Clarissa is strained. How is this explained and through what methods is it mediated (shown)?" so yes. Sometimes A-Level languages have some strange questions. We've just finished a seven-week long "Environmental resources" topic- believe it or not, I've learnt more about renewable resources in the last term than science taught me in the whole of Secondary School.
Anywhooo, I got braces put on my top teeth this past Friday (two days ago). I still can't chew anything, and they're cutting my mouth because the orthodontist didn't cut the ends of the wires off enough. So every time I smile or laugh or talk or eat or even brush my teeth, I cut the inside of my cheeks. Like an inside-out joker. Except even less funny. Agony shan't get the better of me, however.
One thing that gets rid of pain is hilarity- and hilarity did indeed present itself yesterday evening. Boy oh boy, it was a treat, I tell you! My mother and I, her boyfriend (Julian) and his daughter were all sat in the living room, me on the floor, the other three on chairs (I'm completely uncouth, I know). Suddenly, Julian jumped off the chair, and smacked a rather large spider onto the floor. It started jogging (not quite a run, not quite a walk, like it was hurrying, I suppose) towards the curtains. His daughter ran to get a glass and postcard [note: these should exist in every house at all times for moments such as this]. Right as she left the room, he put his foot in front of it, to stop it getting to the curtains. Now, I would have applauded this (admittedly ill-thought out) tactical move, if it were not for what happened next. The spider, seeing the shoe, sped up. It ran to the shoe, straight UP the side of the shoe (still on Julian's foot) and... Up his trouserleg. There was a moment of disbelief. He then started doing what I can only describe as a one-legged, three-times-normal-speed haka dance, stamping the foot over and over again. After four or so frenzied stamps (all four of us are scared of spiders, I should say), it fell to the floor. The damage, however, has been done. My mother and I pissed ourselves laughing, and there are now conversations underway to the effect of wearing bicycle clips at all times. A good idea, perhaps, but I think I prefer the more interesting outcome that results from the alternative.
Happy reading, folks!
Sunday, 6 September 2009
NEW POST!!! aw crap, I just knocked over a can of pepsi raw. mann. Ooh, sugary desk, om nom nom...
Apologies for the longer title than most, it just seemed something weird. all the post titles are weird. Anyway, giving reference to what is obviously the best site in the world (it really is!!!!) :
www.everythingaboutvicky.weebly.com ...heehee all about me. tis great, I luvz it.
everybody who has never tried pepsi raw, get out there and buy a can. Om nom nom, no afrtificial colours falvours sweeteners or preservatives!
Much luck with tomorrow, the first full week back. Woooo!
www.everythingaboutvicky.weebly.com ...heehee all about me. tis great, I luvz it.
everybody who has never tried pepsi raw, get out there and buy a can. Om nom nom, no afrtificial colours falvours sweeteners or preservatives!
Much luck with tomorrow, the first full week back. Woooo!
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