Primary School Memories!

It’s funny how fast I have grown up and how fast time has flown by. It feels like yesterday I was blowing out candles, wishing to be best friends with Selena Gomez. Now, I’m wishing for good credit score. Both of which will never come true.

I finally aged up last week, on the 16th of October, like I do every year. And now I’m big fat 19 years old! I literally don’t feel different! I don’t think I’ve felt different since I turned twelve. My face also hasn’t changed since I was twelve. Or my height. BUT, one thing that has changed are my experiences and memories.

I went out on Sunday with a few friends, one of which was my best friend in primary school, who I’ll name Fizz. Since we got to catch up, I went on a little journey down memory lane, which evidently gave me a stomach ache from laughing so hard. I thought it would be fun to share some of the crazy and wacky memories that I have of primary school.

 

Troublemakers on Bikes

Like in It, The Goonies, Super 8, Stranger Things, E.T, basically any 80s film where the kids ride bikes 70% of the time, me and my friends were the Kidz On Bikes in my area. And by ‘area’, I mean our road and the few roads that branched off it. We live in the city, it’s hard to go bike riding for fun when you’re nine.

Kool Kidz

There were five of us (including Fizz), who lived about a minute away from each other (basically on the same road). We would meet up after school and even on day offs and ride our bikes around. I remember brining out as little as £3 and having the time of our lives, negotiating with the corner shop man for lower prices. Business people in the making! I remember the corner shop man emptying Haribo’s onto a plate and selling each Haribo for 1p. We really manipulated him.

We used to play Knock Down Ginger, which is a game where you knock on someone’s door and then run away and hide. I feel like most kids have done this but we were way too brave. There were a few sketchy houses on my road and the roads near us, like this old man who lived in this really run down house. The windows were boarded off, the door was half blocked, the paint was peeling, garden overgrown. It was straight out of a horror film but we tried to knock on his door. We also knocked on the door of this house, which the police always came to. Not really sure why…

We honestly had the time of our lives. We would go out in the dark, in the pouring rain, in super cold temperatures. Now that I think about it, I’m wondering why my parents let me do all that.

 

The Man in the Bushes

In my primary school, there was this field that the big kids (year four and above) were allowed to play on. There were a bunch of bushes at the very back, right in front of the fence. And right behind the fence was a block of flats overlooking the field. One day, at lunch, all the kids were playing on the field and all of a sudden, there was a random man standing in the bushes. We were never allowed to play in the bushes again. There were theories that the man was the dad of a kid that went to the school, who lived in the flats, and he wasn’t allowed to be with his child. I don’t know. Once, he jumped over the fence into the school and we were all made to go and stay inside. After that incident, we all took the piss since we would stand in front of the flats and call out for the man to come back.

 

Cloakroom Ghost

The cloakroom was where we would keep out coats, bags and stuff. It was always dark in there and this one time, we went inside and saw a dark shadow move. Ever since it happened, we would always go into the cloakroom together or be really scared and we would claim to hear creepy sounds. Little did our dumbasses know the dark shadow was our shadow from the light coming in from the classroom. We were very silly.

 

Psychic

Another silly situation was something that happened between me and Fizz. I think it’s a fact that young people experience déjà vu more often than other people so me and Fizz were experiencing it A LOT. Because we were geniuses, we jumped to the conclusion that we were psychic. We wrote it secretly in our diaries. Fizz told me recently that she wrote ‘I am psychic’ backwards in her diary so no one would suspect it. I even remember going downstairs quietly and telling my mum privately about my secret. I genuinely believed that I had some sort of psychic ability.

 

Biggest Scams of my Childhood

In my lifetime, I have met a lot of pathological liars (they’re more common than you think) but I still can’t get over two lies that I was told in my childhood.

  1. Lie 1: In reception, when I was about five, this girl told me and this other girl she was going to the jungle after school. I asked her how she was going there and she told me she gets picked up and goes to stay the night. Even more curious, little me asked her how she could stay there since it was so dangerous and she responded by telling me that there’s a monkey, lion and some other animal that talk and take care of her. Excited, the other girl and I asked if we could come with her. Enthusiastic about the idea, jungle girl told us we could come but we had to ask our mums. I told the teacher I was going to be going with the girl to the jungle after school. I can’t imagine what the teacher must have thought. After school, I asked my mum if I could go to a freaking jungle with flipping Dora the lying explorer and my mum obviously said “no, she’s lying” and I don’t really know at what point in my life I actually accepted that there was no jungle and was no friendly talking animals and that it was all a lie.
  2. Lie 2: There was this boy, who I was fairly close friends with and so trusted, who came in with a little clump of ‘gold’. We asked the boy where he got it and he told us that he got it from the

    what I was expecting

    pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. So I stupidly asked where the end of the rainbow was and he told us by the reception of the school. To get to the reception, you could either take this narrow dark pathway outside or walk to it from the inside but when my dad came to pick me up, we had to take the dark pathway. I told my dad, who already looked fed-up, to take a detour to the reception to get the gold. Tired and done, he told me the boy was lying but I went to look anyway. Spoiler alert: there was no pot of gold. Fizz and I were annoyed so the next day, we asked the boy and he told us it moved to the alleyway near my house. I don’t know what I must have done to this boy but he was really trying to get me and my friend, two young weak girls, kidnapped or god knows what.

 

Top Table

I don’t know if this was just my primary school but we had this ‘top table’ thing where every week a child from each year would get picked to sit at the TOP TABLE for lunch, with the deputy head teacher. They made it seem like such a privilege but I don’t remember a single kid that yelled “YESS! IT’S MY TURN TO SIT AT THE TOP TABLE!” I used to dread the moment I would get picked. Sadly, I did and it was the most awkward thing in my life. You just sit with a bunch of children, you’ve never spoken to before, and with this teacher, and you just eat in front of the rest of the non-top table children, who get to sit with their friends for lunch.

 

Activity Club

this is exactly what the parachute looked like

After school, on Tuedays, we had Activity Club. It lasted until 5/5:30, which meant it was only two hours but it seemed like forever when I was a child. Activity club was just  where you could do whatever you wanted. You could paint, make masks, play sports, run around, etc. They always gave us drinks and sandwiches at the beginning and sometimes, they brought Gogos (these tiny plastic monster figures you could collect) for us. Anyway, for some reason, every week, me and my friends would play with the giant rainbow parachute on the field. Every week. I can confirm that my claustrophobia was initiated at this stupid club, or at least made it worse. We would throw the parachute up in the air and then run inside before it could hit the floor and then keep running around until we were all trapped and lost and wrapped up in the parachute. And then we had to find a way out of the parachute. There was very little air and everything was dark and smelt like sweat. I swear we were stuck for a good ten minutes at one point. I honestly felt like I was trapped in the Twin Towers on 9/11.

The same boy who told us about the pot of gold would sometimes come over and push us while we were trapped and trying to get out. There was also this really big boy, who was kinda violent, who would come over and bash into us.

We still did this every week, though, so I don’t think we ever learnt our lesson. We were not okay in the head.

 

Education? Where?

I don’t actually remember ever doing proper learning for most of the year. Of course, we were taught shapes, literacy, our times tables, etc, but for most of the year, we were practising and performing plays, doing art and D.T. (just making stuff) or just anything that wasn’t really to do with conventional school.

We had a supply teacher once called Mr. Stone, who wouldn’t teach us a thing but would just sing songs with us all day. He taught us this Boa Constrictor song about how the snake kills. Our usual teacher, who was quite new, came back the next day, asking what we learnt and we told her that we just learnt the Boa Constrictor song. Mr. Stone ended up getting fired and never came back. We’re pretty sure our teacher got him fired. Jokes on her cause I’m pretty sure we got her fired, too.

The school, education wise, was pretty bad. They re-did the whole place after I left and the head teacher even got replaced. The head teacher before honestly looked like modern Miss Havisham.

my head teacher

 

Those were just a few funny primary school memories I remembered with Fizz. Do you have any funny school/childhood stories?

 

-Shay

She’s A Lady!


I AM NO LONGER THE DANCING QUEEN! 😢

It was my eighteenth birthday yesterday. A day I wasn’t really looking forward to.

 

My helium balloon!

First of all, I had four tests (in the week) to prepare for, which is also the reason I’ve been MIA, and the stress of it all, although I don’t show it, was getting to me. However, that being said, I had the best day! Since it was a school day, I got a lot of ‘Happy Birthday’s and messages and birthday snapchat stories because that’s how our generation show love. And my friends made it such a great day.

 

But, as I promised from a previous post, I’m going to explain why I didn’t want to turn eighteen.

DISCLAIMER: I’m not saying any of the following is relatable and about all adults, I just felt like me, being eighteen, means I’m more prone to these things.

 

First of all, being an adult tends to be associated with maturity and responsibility. I, on the other hand, am a very weird, energetic person in real life. I do weird crazy things. Being an adult means I can no longer blame that behaviour on the fact I am a child. This is sad news. I still have the face of a twelve year old, though, so I might pass as a child.

 

Making friends is easier when you’re a child because you’re in school practically everyday. I still have another year in school but still! I have university either next year or the year after and although there will be people there to talk to, I feel like it might be harder to make friends. I am a social person and will take initiative in situations like that but it’s still daunting.

 

I used to get stuff for free. NOW I HAVE TO PAY. For example, I have to pay for eye care, dental care and probably a bunch of other stuff I don’t know about. That’s actually a little bit of a lie because I still get eye and dental care for free since I’m in full time education but my point is, being eighteen means I have to pay for stuff. My parents are making me pay for my phone bill. ☹ I do like to be in control, though, so maybe it’s a good thing.

 

I hate the idea of being grown up. I don’t want to grow up. This ties in with the acting weird point because I don’t want to be completely mature and ‘normal’. I also don’t want to worry constantly and get so involved in money issues.

 

I have to make big decisions and there’s not much leeway for my indecisive ways, right now. I can’t just change my mind tomorrow and decide I want to be an astronaut, like you can do when you’re a child. I know that it’s never too late to do what you want (unless you’re on the brink of death, then I’m so sorry) but the way society works and the school system works, I feel pressured to make sure my whole life plan starts now and isn’t a failure.

 

I can go to prison for a criminal offence. This one’s going to be really difficult for me. 😬

Despite all of the negativity that’s been most of this post (sorry), I wanted to add a little bit of positivity because on the majority of occasions, I try my hardest to look on the bright side of things. 😄

  • I can finally vote, which is important to me because I like to make my own decisions and have my say on things.
  • I can serve jury duty, which is always fun, amirite?!
  • I can get a tattoo. I actually want to get one of a semi colon!
  • Ya girl gets paid more! A whole two pounds more. 💸
  • I can make a will, which, again, is always fun!
  • I can buy fireworks.

The vegan Baileys ft. Willow, my cat

I can do a lot more important things but those are my top six.

 

 

Also, big announcement! I had my first legal alcoholic drink. It was dairy free almond milk Baileys. Dairy free because one of my best friends, who gave it to me, is vegan and is clearly respectful to the acne prone antichrist that is my skin. She also made me a vegan cake.

 

To end on a high note, eighteen isn’t that bad. AgE iS JuSt a NuMBeR…

 

-Shay

Spooktober!

Pinch punch, first of the best month!

 

I LOVE October. It’s the best month. Not debatable.

And the reasons as to why it’s my favourite month is nothing like those of a typical white girl, with their pumpkin spice lattes. No.

 

October is my birthday month. And although I don’t really get excited for my birthday anymore, it’s just fun waiting and building up towards it. Also I get money and my sister is forced to be nice to me. I’m turning 18 this year, which I am actually dreading but I’m looking forward to the birthday celebrations withy my friends and family and their presents. Presence, I mean.

 

I love Halloween. I know a lot of people and possibly a lot of you do not celebrate it, some with the belief it’s a celebration of the devil (which it wasn’t created for) but I love the vibe of it. I like the orange colours and pumpkins and the Halloween house parties and horror movies and dressing up. It’s fun. And it’s fun to be scared every once in a way. Get that adrenaline pumping. Keeps you alive!

 

October is also in Autumn and that means cosy dark evenings and nights, drinking tea (I’m so British) and watching Netflix films, feeling guilty about not doing more revision and schoolwork, which eventually leads to a mental breakdown. Its’ really all good fun. And I find that I light a lot of candles, too. And I like the feeling of coming from the cold inside into a warm house and shower. Basically, it’s a really cosy season.

 

October is before November. (Call me a genius.) But November is the lead up to Christmas, which I also love. And also Christmas things start popping up in shops around October, and that makes me happy even though I know it makes a lot of people annoyed. Seeing people annoyed is also kind of funny.

 

As much as I love October, I hate the spiders. October seemed too good to be true, and then there was a giant spider running around my doorway. Don’t even try to say “it’s more scared of you than you are of it” because they come to me. I don’t go looking for them. THEY. COME. TO. ME.

 

However, despite all these things, which are the general reasons as to why I love October so much, this month, particularly this year, I am:

  • Getting my life together. I’ve actually started revision early and almost finished all my biology revision posters. And I’m doing my homework the day I get it. I deserve a glittery sticker.
  • Catching up on The Flash. I stopped watching it sometime last year because I was so busy with school and felt too guilty to watch TV. Now that I’m on top of everything and actually not slacking, I feel like I can treat myself.
  • One of my work colleagues motivated me to continue to write my story, which I intend to do this autumn, especially with NaNoWriMo coming up. If I find the time, of course.
  • Planning on posting a lot of Halloween related posts as well as a depressing post on why I don’t want to turn 18.
  • Going to more science related lectures at Universities (I usually go during autumn/winter).

 

I also want to mention that I know I haven’t been so active lately and haven’t been going through my reader as much as I used to. I’m in my last year of sixth form and let me tell you, it’s hard. I have to stay on top of revision (AS and new A2 content) and stay on top of the mountains of homework I get a week and write my personal statement for Uni (which is so scary) and volunteering and work. It’s a lot and when I do have free time, I tend to be too tired to write or use my laptop. So I’m genuinely sorry but I have to prioritise those things for the sake of my education.

But I’m in a good mood because it’s finally October. XD

 

What’s your favourite month?

 

-Shay

Autumn is my Season!

I love Autumn for several reason, of which will be noted in this post.

Spring’s alright but in England, it pretty much rains throughout the whole of the season. Then squirrelquoteagain, it rains in every season. Winter is great because Christmas is in Winter but after Christmas, it just feels depressing, to me. And Summer can get really hot and I always feel lazy and I get a lot of head aches around Summer. However, Autumn feels really cosy and my birthday is in Autumn and I remember last year, there were loads of Autumn themed YouTube videos that made it just seem that extra bit special.

 

Things I love about Autumn:

  • Snuggling up in blankets
  • Drinking hot chocolate
  • My birthday
  • Halloween (I don’t know why. I don’t even celebrate it.)
  • Lighting candles
  • The changing of the leaves
  • Squirrels!!! (They come out a lot around Autumn)
  • Heating up the room
  • The early darkness at night and the late darkness in the morning (I used to hate it XD )
  • Sunlight streaming in through the trees
  • Wearing beanies
  • Watching horror films
  • Hot Lush baths
  • Wearing oversized jumpers and hoodies
  • More time to read
  • The crunchy leaves
  • Bonfire Night
  • Fireworks and sparklers
  • The big amount of red, orange, brown and Autumn colours around

 

I was looking forwards to Autumn since Autumn ended last year and I have so many post ideas for the next two months!!! I’ll be posting a couple Halloween posts and maybe photography and stuff Autumn related. XD

 

I know I didn’t complete all of my Summer Bucket List but I mean, who cares? …..XD

 

I hope I successfully showed you my deep love for Autumn!

I really love Autumn!!

 

-Shay

 

Milly! <3

Today is a special day because it’s my cat’s birthday. Well, it would’ve been. 🙂

And before you read any further, DO NOT pity me or don’t feel sorry because her death was a two year sadness. It’s over now. 🙂

 

She was a great cat! I used to think about how I could take her with me, when I’m older and imag0095   move out into a flat or house.

But there were so many things that made her death so devastating. For starters, thinking about moving her out with me when I’m older was one, because that clearly wasn’t going to happen.

Another thing was that, I was already going through a hard situation. I was moving into secondary school and I barely had any friends and everything seemed so gloomy, and I was image2 (4)brought into the harsh reality of rude, annoying, rumour-spreading idiots. And my best friend was basically my cat. I don’t care if that sounds sad because she was a better friend than anyone, even though she couldn’t speak and probably couldn’t understand me and maybe even secretly hated me…nah she loved me! XD

Also, people never understood how hard it felt to lose something so precious to you. I tried to tell my friends and obviously, they didn’t understand how I felt. One friend just kept telling me to get another cat. And another thought it was weird how I was mourning so much.milly xxx

 

I am not really a supersticious person but back then, I  really wanted magic to be a real thing, that I could witness myself. So, I was just looking through my very organised *sarcasm* draws and found this silver braclet with a small heart hanging from it. I had actually never seen it before and I have no idea where that freaking thing is. So I decided to pretend it was a ‘lucky’ charm bracelet. I wore it for days. Weeks, even. And when I had to go to school, I would take it off. (Because we weren’t allowed jewellery.) One day, I forgot to wear the bracelet for two days! (Gosh, that’s long! XD ) and told myself, “If I don’t wear it for another day, something bad will imag0587happen.” I don’t know why I said that. I was stupid. And ridiculous. I really wanted to believe it was magical, I guess. And guess what, I didn’t wear it for the third day. (Shocker!) About one to two weeks later, my cat died.

 

I don’t want to believe in superstitions but I mean, that was crazy!

I think I might be the one that is magical because the summer after that, I wished that this horrible girl in my class would just go away because she made me miserable. We never saw her again. I’m not even joking. Maybe it was mean of me to wish her away but she was a bully and she was horrible to imageme no matter what I did. Just to prove it: Once, I promised my friend that I would go get her violin with her from this instrument cupboard. The horrible “friend” got mad at me because I was going with the other friend and not her so she started talking crap about me to people.

I’m getting distracted! XD

 

So…HAPPY BIRTHDAY MILLY!!! Even though she can’t read and she’s dead! It’s still her birthday!

Funny story before I end this post: When Milly was turning two, I made this cake…it was bread, shaped as a star, with cat food on top. I turned my back for two minutes and she was on the table, licking her lips. She had eaten the cake. XD It was funny then…

 

I hope you have a cute attack over the pictures of her because I’ve never seen a cuter cat, myself, and I’ve seen a heck load of cats. =^._.^=

 

 

-Shay