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

Survival Guide For Year 12 Students!

It’s the end of summer and back to school!

Whoop whoop! 🎉

 

And I’m in my last year of secondary school/sixth form, which a lot of people would be happy about, but I am sad about because I really do love my school and friends and my subjects. I enjoyed year 12, which is equivalent to 11th grade/junior year in America (and not sure about other countries). Therefore, having gone through the experience of year 12, I want to share little tips on what you should do to minimise stress and regret later in the academic year!

 

Consolidate Your Notes

After every single topic you’ve finished in your subject, go over your notes and textbook for that topic and write up revision notes/flashcards/whatever method you prefer to revise from. Do that after every topic!

I know it sounds like a lot and a faff but honestly, if you write up your notes after the topics, you will understand it more, which will be helpful because those topics will also be applicable to other topics, most likely. It also means that you would have finished writing your revision notes so come the summer term, you won’t have to make those revision notes. You can just start learning off them. Writing up and understanding notes in your own way and method will also make it easier for you to remember.

Trust me! You won’t regret doing this.

 

Organise Yourself, Child

This is something I really wish I did. It’s filing away your notes after each topic.

For example, after your subject teacher has officially finished going over a topic and has moved onto the next, write up your consolidation notes and then file away the notes you made in class into your subject folder. The mistake I made was leaving all my notes in my refill pad and slipping in loose sheets in the front until the whole notebook was full and hard to look at and I couldn’t use it. It’s horrible. It actually stresses me out, right now, thinking about it. It takes hours to sort through and organising it and filing it away.

Just start from day one and organise your damn self! Also, it might be a good idea to get a different notebook for each subject so you don’t get confused or things don’t get messy. And it will get messy. I’ve learnt the hard way.

 

Make A Revision Schedule

At GCSEs, I didn’t have a revision schedule. I just went with the flow and did whatever I wanted or thought I needed to revise that day. And truth is, it worked out because I got decent grades, which I’m happy with. That isn’t going to work for year 12. Nope. I tried to make it work but it didn’t.

You need to make sure you focus on each topic and make sure you learn every detail you need. I know this may not be helpful for all people but I made a calendar of each month and wrote in each day a chapter or topic I would read over and do questions on, taking into account days I couldn’t revise due to other commitments. You can even throw in a chill day but so long as you stick to the schedule and it has every chapter and topic you need to learn fit in, you’ll be absolutely fine.

I was getting really bad grades in the big psychology tests we did, like Es and Ds. I ended up getting the highest grades, like As and Bs, by the end because I stuck to a schedule and learnt and revised all the topics and evaluations. And that was only in about a month, which I can’t guarantee will happen for you but it shows that your grade can really go up!

 

Past Papers Are A Student’s Best Friend

Everyone had their own revision style and method and you should experiment at the beginning of the year to find which one works best for you. If you want me to make a post on all the quirky and classic methods I found, comment so!

However, every student should do past papers, no matter what revision method you do. Always do past papers on top of your chosen personalised method! Do as many as you can and look at the mark schemes and just keep doing them over and over again. Do the same ones a month later and see if you do better. Past paper will help you! I wish I did more!

 

Don’t Be Cocky

I found a lot of people thought that just because they got As at GCSEs, they were going to be fine at A Levels. That’s very wrong! A Levels are way harder and some people say that it’s the hardest stage of your education, even more than University. So sorry to scare you but it’s going to get hard. You can’t just sit back and relax and hope that your A*s and As at GCSEs will help you.

And don’t boast or be arrogant. No one will like you and it’s annoying. 😂

 

Talk To And Make Friends

Year 12 is one of your last years in secondary school/sixth form/college/high school. I’m not sure how it is in other countries but for all I know, in year 13, it’s mainly work and spending your free periods revising. That means year 12 is the year to have a bit of fun, while still maintaining or reaching for good grades. Make a balance of fun and work. I made a lot of friends in year 12 and it was also one of my best years at school and I made a lot of good memories, which you should do too! It’s one of your last years so try and pluck up the courage and confidence to do things your wouldn’t normally do, that are legal and not stupid, of course!

And try to take advantage of the opportunities that come your way! Don’t be scared.

 

Reward Yourself

If you do work hard, you need to reward yourself every week or so. Go out with your friends, go see a film, go to a party on the weekend, do something fun! We’re like dogs. We need to be rewarded for a behaviour to be done frequently so if you want to feel motivated more, you need to reward yourself every now and again.

 

Mental Health Is More Important

Despite what I said, at the end of the day, your mental health is the most important thing. I understand that year 12 is pressurising, especially with students who are aiming really high e.g. applying for medicine, etc. If you find that your mental health and even physical health is suffering, stop for a sec and try to get help or find ways to calm yourself down, etc.

I got really stressed at one point because I was overthinking and the school was putting a lot of pressure on us. I ended up feeling really depressed and experiencing symptoms, which I hadn’t experienced in ages. My eye kept twitching at certain points and I even started struggling to breath – it was really weird, don’t ask. I ended up spending a day writing a list of all the things I was worried about and making me stressed and wrote solutions next to them. I also talked to people about it to get it off my chest.

I know you might not agree with this but your mental health should come first, for several reasons like stress can actually affect your memory badly, and doing badly in year 12 really isn’t the end of the world. Don’t try and put yourself in the position to end up doing badly but if you do, there are always ways to fix that in year 13.

Basically, make sure you’re a happy bean! 🙂


 

Hopefully you actually take my tips into account. They will be really helpful if you take action on them. A lot of students told me the same advice at the beginning of year 12, which I ignored, because I’m stupid and stubborn. You’ll probably end up telling the next year 12’s the same advice.

Apart from that, enjoy year 12 and good luck for all your exams!

 

I’d love to know what subjects you’re doing or any advice that has helped you before, no matter what year you’re in.

 

-Shay

 

P.S One last tip that you should really use even if you decide to ignore the rest, above. Don’t give your pens or pencils to anyone. They may say “I’ll give it back” but that just mean “I’m gonna keep this and hope you forget about it or are too nice to ask for it back.” TRUST NO ONE! (Apart from me and my advice, of course. 😀 )

Great Scale of the Universe!

It’s the end of exam season and I wanted to remind those of you, who are doing or did exams, about something important. (Even if you’re not doing exams, this is still applicable to you.)

 

In the grand scheme of things, we are dots. We are atoms, in terms of size, to the planets and the galaxy. We’re just tiny creatures that inhabit one small blue planet amongst billions.

There are literally giant rocks crashing and burning up in space. There are potential life forms, other than the ones on our planet, that could be figuring out, right at this very moment, how to survive. There are supernovas and planetary nebulas and black holes sucking in anything close by. There are little bots roaming around Mars and space stations hovering up in space.

There are probably crazy undiscovered animals deep in the massive part of the ocean, we haven’t even ventured to yet. There are forests being chopped down and species of animals dying more frequently than you think.

There are people popping out more people and people that don’t get to be people anymore. There are nuclear weapons that could destroy countries and lives. There are things being kept a secret from society.

There are mysteries and classified information we might never know about our world.

Your cells are diving every second and there cells within your blood, which are basically a union of heroes to your body. You have air passing in and out your lungs. You have hair growing out of your living, breathing body.

We’re just a small generation in the great history of Earth. There have been the beginning of this planet (however you believe the world was created), dinosaurs, king and queens, an era they thought smoking was good for you, ancient Egyptians, Greek mythology, wars, etc. In comparison to all that’s happened, we’re just a second that’s gone by.

 

That bad grade you got means nothing.

That being said, your education, or whatever it is you’re doing, is important for your life but a bad A level grade or a bad grade assignment you turned in, or even if it’s a bad day you’ve had (or bad week/month/year), it’s a very small inconvenience in the great scale of the universe. I know it doesn’t seem small because you are the centre of your universe; it’s your life, you’re the core of it all. But it really isn’t as big of a deal as you think it is.

There’s always a second route you can take, which isn’t all that bad. I can say from my own experiences and others’ experiences that when you get into a bad situation, that seems like your entire future is over, there is always a safe and good solution out, which turns out being for the best. And I’m not just saying that for the sake of being relatable and positive and inspiring, I’m saying it because I’ve been through rough difficult days and I’ve gotten out of it. Turn your bad situation into a success story! 😄

Don’t dwell on what’s happened, it’s not worth jeopardising your mental health for. Think rationally, and seek other options or ways to solve your problem. Sometimes that solution is time and just waiting and being patient.

 

Although, don’t brush off your situation as unimportant and something you shouldn’t address because it’s ‘silly’ or ‘stupid’ to you but revaluate your situation and understand it’s not the end of the world or of you. There’s ALWAYS a safe way out. There’s ALWAYS a solution.

It’s okay to have a melt down, just don’t stay in that meltdown forever. Cry and then refocus on what you need to do.

 

I’m stating this now since exam season is kind of over (I sympathise with those, who still or are now starting exams) as I didn’t want any of you to read this and think that means you don’t need to work hard or strive for good grades. However, I know some of you might be thinking and regretting decisions you made in the exams, which you can’t fix now. You might be upset or frustrated over an exam you did but it’s okay. It’s not the end of the world – a saying, which I hated to hear from people, but it really isn’t.

 

If anyone needs advice or someone to vent to, you can talk to me! Leave a comment or contact me here! Or stare at calming cat for a while. He’s calming.

 

-Shay

Say “No” to “No”s.

At a young age, we respond to the question, ‘what do you wanna be or do when you get older?’ with confidence and enthusasim, an attitude like you can conquer the world and anything contained within in.

And then when you do get older, you’re told no. No, you can’t get be a politician. No, you’re not good enough to play football. No, boys can’t be ballerinas. No, you just can’t. We’re told no.

Sometimes, those “No”s come from yourself. I always told myself that I couldn’t work in science because I wasn’t smart enough and it wasn’t  a low self esteem kind of thing, I just accepted and believed that was a border I couldn’t go past.

 

I’ve seen this advert by Samsung, several times, which inspired me to write this post. It’s really inspiring and it’s about people being told what they can’t and shouldn’t do, etc. It’s a great advert but I still refuse to ever get a Samsung phone.

 

I was told that I couldn’t get higher than a grade 4 in maths GCSE, by my teachers. I was at a level 3 at the time and instead of conforming to their No’s, I said yes. And I ended up going up three grades to a level 6 (equivalent to a B).

My psychology teacher  told me I could probably get a D/C and should be ‘realistic’ with my goals for my grades. I got an A.

 

And here’s the little cherry on top with whipped cream.

I requested my teacher to mark my chemistry mock paper in front of me, believing I’d be strong and brave enough to pull through and also thinking her judgmental and harsh criticism about my mistakes would scar me enough to force me not to make the same mistakes again. Pretty good logic, right?

As I stood beside her, awkwardly, while my two friends sat a few meters away at a lab table, she began flicking through the pages, shaking her head and scribbling down with her red pen. She kept writing little comments like “really?” next to my answers and scattered a ton of question marks everywhere. Everywhere.

I just stood there, using all my strength to restrain the freaking river about to pour out my eyeballs, popping with veins. I mean, I didn’t even know what was going on when I was doing the test, how am I supposed to suddenly realise what my thought processes were and answer those goddamn red question marks.

This younger boy (I think year 9/10) came in at one point and asked my teacher what he got in his test and she started discussing with him his grade. I zoned out at this point but I remember the end of their conversation where he pursed his lips and asked “so I got the highest in the class.” My teacher puckered her lips and said “yes.” They locked eyes and I’m pretty sure they were having a moment. I just looked back and forth at both of them.

I swear to god if that boy had longer hair, he would have strutted away whipping it to the side. I could have gagged.

Anyways, at the end of her marking, she looked at me and said, “Shay (well, my full first name), most students are bad at a few topics and good at others.” She paused. “You’re bad at everything.”

I was speechless. How the hell am I supposed to respond to that. 😂

 

In a one to one in the sun, the next day, she explained to me that “I need to stop going out.” Stop going out? What is out?

She even drew out a graph for me, on the front of my paper, comparing my over-achieving-goody-goody-A-student progress in. year. SEVEN to my progress now, in year TWELVE. I don’t think it takes rocket science to figure out that A levels are just a tad, just a smidge, JUST A TEEENY WEEENY bit harder than year seven. You have to remember words like squamous epithelium and nucleophile. She even told me I was going to pass chemistry but I was going to be disappointed.

At the end of marking my paper, I asked her what my grade was. She thought for a while, flicking through the paper, “not a good grade.”

Cool, I thought, “but what grade?”

“An E, maybe a D.”

I found out that my grade was actually a high C, which is actually really not bad at A levels. I mean, I wouldn’t want a final C for my AS grade but the way she made my mock grade out to be made it seem like I’d have to resort to working in the world’s oldest profession…if you know what I mean.

 

Those are small examples about school and grades and I know most people reading will be doing exams and are currently at school (whether that be high school, University, etc) so I feel like those experiences may be relatable to you and also motivating. You may feel limited and people may tell you that you are limited but that isn’t necessarily true and I hope my experiences can prove that to you. I’m not the highest achieving student at school. I’d say I’m about average, nothing extraordinary, but I could still get to where I wanted to be so trust me, you can too.

 

Other examples, besides school experiences, include times where I have been asked to be quiet because I’m “too opinionated”. I’ve been told, indirectly, that I can’t be funny because I’m a girl. I’ve been told I’m small and weak. I’ve been told a lot of things and a lot of “can’t”s and “no”s.

 

Use those “No”s as a way to motivate yourself, prove them wrong because trust me, it feels so good! It’s kind of like revenge but more morally right?  😂 And it feels really good to do things people say you can’t do. Even if that person is yourself.

It takes hard work to prove people wrong but in the long-term it’ll be worth it. It’s a few months of work and a little bit of pain and a hell of a lot of stress for achieving the things you want. And it’s true, some people have to work harder than others. People in developing countries have to work very hard to even get the chance to be at a point of achieving the ability to go on to do secondary education. We get that for free. In fact, we have to go through with it.

 

Whether it be a marathon you’ve been told you can’t do, a test you’ve been told you can’t pass, whether it’s a condition you’ve been told you won’t be able to cope or manage or get past, do what they say you can’t do.

Work and push hard, prove people wrong and make yourself happy. Sometimes it’s not even about doing things to change the now, it’s about proving to people you can deal with whatever is happening or comes your way and nothing will crush you. You know yourself better than anyone, you know what you’re capable of. Others don’t. Be strong.

Say “No” to “No”s.

 

-Shay

EVENTFUL MATHS LESSONS | Story Time

During my time in year nine and ten, Maths lessons were a time to really and truly reflect on how much of a failure I had become. I used to sit at the back of the class with a diligent friend, let’s call Celestia (inside joke), who sat to my right and a careless boy, H, who sat to my left.

It seemed pretty cool to sit in the middle of them, seeing as though I was already friends with them, right?

No, my friend. You and I both thought wrong.

 

Celestia and H were like oil and water. They fought all the time. I knew I had to be their emulsifier so I tried once. It was a time when H decided to steal Celestia’s ruler so he stretched over and grabbed it but Celestia snatched it by the end. They were pulling back and forth like tug of war, constantly forcing me to lean back against my chair so I wouldn’t be in the way. It got to a point where I couldn’t lean back anymore and this was no longer a game of Who-Can-Get-Celestia’s-Ruler-To-Themselves-First but it was war and potential death.

They were careless and tugging at this blue poor ruler, moving closer and closer to me, as I tried desperately to not get involved. And it was in that moment that I knew I. Had. Done. Goofed. by leaning back. I tried to grip onto the wall not far behind me and stop myself from falling back but the force between the two fighters were too strong and there I was, lying on my back, the chair’s legs horizontal, my legs vertical.

They both stopped and stared, laughing so hard. What made it worse was the fact that we were so cramped in that corner of the room that I couldn’t even find the space to get back up. I was stuck, possibly flashing people.

At that point, my dignity wasn’t a priority, getting up was.

To this day, however, I believe I was the emulsifier to the oil and water that was Celestia and H so call me Martin Luther King. But, like, don’t actually.

 

Later on, I migrated to the front of the class, sadly, for the sake of my education, along with H, and another girl, who I had pretty good banter with. There was a girl in front of us, who holy moly, was just wow. Wow not as in I’m-a-lesbian-and-I-think-she-was-hot kid of ‘Wow’. She was pretty but she was ‘Wow’ as in she was so desperate and overly flirtatious that I have nothing else to say but ‘Wow’ that doesn’t sound like I’m slut shaming. I remembered she dropped her pen on the floor behind her and as she picked it up, she did this sort of hair flip as she rose her head back up and made eye contact with H and then me. It was the sort of hair flip in L’Oréal adverts, where the girl says something like “My hair defines me” at the beginning and has this smoky eye thing going on to make her look more intriguing. Yeah, that hair flip.

Right behind me was a boy, the Andy Bernard of our class. He always sang and when Celestia’s new class next door couldn’t hear us laughing or screaming, they could hear him singing.

 

There were a lot of different personalities, that stood out, in that class. However, all these personalities in one room was nothing compared to Ebenezer Scrooge himself. My maths teacher was literally a tall, less slouched version of the old man from Monster House, except he never softened to us. He actually looked like him too. He was very closed book and had coffee breath and GIANT hands. He was strict and often unfair and a little sexist and racist, but it was all in good humour…(not really, actually. We had to make statements about witnessing his racist comments…)

One day, the teacher was teaching us (that’s what teachers do, Captain Obvious) but us students were so distracted by the buzzing of this fly as we traced it with our eyes, flying around the sadness of the room. We were like those cats, constantly looking back and forth.

Our teacher didn’t really care but then gradually, our eyes started to follow the fly closer and closer to the board and just like that, the fly landed on his freaking head! His shiny bald head! I couldn’t tell whether he knew it landed on his head or not (very close to his forehead, by the way, although I don’t know if his forehead would have an end).

We sat, eyes fixed on him and I swear, even though I know it lasted for about a second, the time we were in utter silence staring at this fly, plopped on his head, lasted forever. The tidal wave of laughter erupted and someone goes, “Sir, there’s a fly on your head.” And he doesn’t even care. He just carries on teaching like an automated robot. We’re too occupied gaining abs from laughing and alerting him that this disgusting, actual faeces eating, flying creature landed on his head, and he doesn’t even care. After a while, it gets to a point where he can’t teach any of us anymore so he decides to wave his hands about to scare the fly off, like you would do anyway when you felt it landing. On. Your. Bare. Head!

Not long after, the fly actually came back again to land on his head. His shiny egg head was like a landing pad for the fly.

 

Although, even with these stories put together, it’s definitely not as funny as the time he aggressively shoved my friend of a chair, to encage a huge rat, near her foot, in a transparent box, while we were in a maths test…

 

Please share your own funny class memories in the comments. 😀

And may the forth be with you.

 

-Shay

Memories We Make…

We make memories. All the time.

Very often do we stop and smile or cry or laugh at the present moment. The moment we’re living through the memories, we’ll look back on and wish either never happened or wish could happen over and over again.

memoriesI loved the way we ran down the forbidden stairs, shrieking with terror of getting caught. The way we stood out in the rain together, and walked on the narrow path in a horizontal line because we felt so fantastic.
And I will always remember how we scampered up the stairs and skipped into the dark, empty hall, feeling rebellious and free. And I will always remember how we danced and laughed and attempted to harmonise Christmas songs, even in the middle of November and with tired voices, in the darkness.

They may not remember it.
But I will.

Moments like these deserved to be cherished within the spur of the moment to the very end and beyond.
These are the memories we make.

-Shay