Sixth Form has been such a great time in my life. Probably the best - which is quite strange as most teenagers don't realise that until they are struggling to balance work, money and a family. But I know it has been great, but I couldn't wait to finish also.
Our Head had been nagging us all year, so we thought what way could we punish him.......him being Welsh, it didn't take long. We hired out a sheep and placed it in his office after covering it in grass. He wasn't too impressed, but he did see the funny side of it. He was more offended by the England flag hung up covering his door. I'm not sure who took the sheep home. It might still be there! What a surprise for the cleaners anyway.
We went out with the teachers last night, had a meal and everything. We were drunk before the bloody meal, my mate couldn't cut his beef. I won a few prises, 'biggest chip on his shoulder' and 'Mr. Perfect'. So it is quite obvious that I am a love/hate character. The night went so quickly, but I do remember my mate and I beating my Maths teacher and Head at table football. I'm not quite sure how, by that time we were too drunk to see the ball. We went into town after Amy gave an emotional speech on the previous two years. It made us all appreciate what the teachers had done for us, the things they did to cause us moan, panic and resent them was all going to pay off in the end.
Sometimes you really don't realise what you've got until you look back in hindsight. Lucky for me I realise what I have and love every minute of it. I have a beautiful girlfriend and friends that are never going to be replaced. But others will look back in a few years and smile, maybe cry, at what they had compared to the difficulties of living in the real world. For a students life is the best life, no matter how broke you are or bogged down in work you are, you always find time for the things and people you love most.
Jack
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Tuesday, 1 February 2011
The Band Has begun.....
I know college is meant to be a place of education, the same as school and university, they just alter at the standard of difficulty; but as me and my friends realise, it is far more than that. It is a time period where discovering your passions and skills are, turns out I play guitar, my best mate sings and my other mate is a drummer. So, PERFECT!!! We are now Rock-Stars! Almost....
I brought a guitar into the common room, planning on killing some time during free periods. Just a cheapo from the guitar store in town. I start playing Wonderwall - I don't even know why because I hate Oasis - then my mate came in singing, and my other tapping on an upturned bin. Completely spontaneous. The crowd just flooded in (Amy, another lad and a teacher trying to get us to be quiet). We play a few more tracks, which I have already forgotten, and turns out we are not too bad. We are going to try and take it serious, as serious as three teenagers could be. The type of teenagers who recently angled four tables in order to create what perfectly replicated a Table Tennis table. Me and my friend turned out to be champs at that too.......are there no end to our teams talents? (Other than the fact we manage to play two simpletons from the village who have no idea of the rules, so we fix them to guarantee victory).
Turns out Amy and I have been together for a while now. Its been a while since I posted a blog, and it wasn't long after the last one. Its been around two years. She has guided me onto the straight and narrow, I am on target for top grades at A level, and my Head of Sixth Form recently said the most amazing thing to me.....
"Jack, it has been one heck of a roller-coaster ride for me and you. Our relationship has had its highs and lows, clashes and gels. But I believe we have benefited from each-other, I know I think I have improved as a person because of you, I think the same applies visa versa. I have taught you for four years now and have never come across such a pleasantly funny, joyful and intelligent boy. I have had three daughters, but no son. But, Jack, if I had ever had a son I would want him to be just like you."
The words are engraved in my mind. I just wanted to shed a tear. I also wanted to laugh!
Jack
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I brought a guitar into the common room, planning on killing some time during free periods. Just a cheapo from the guitar store in town. I start playing Wonderwall - I don't even know why because I hate Oasis - then my mate came in singing, and my other tapping on an upturned bin. Completely spontaneous. The crowd just flooded in (Amy, another lad and a teacher trying to get us to be quiet). We play a few more tracks, which I have already forgotten, and turns out we are not too bad. We are going to try and take it serious, as serious as three teenagers could be. The type of teenagers who recently angled four tables in order to create what perfectly replicated a Table Tennis table. Me and my friend turned out to be champs at that too.......are there no end to our teams talents? (Other than the fact we manage to play two simpletons from the village who have no idea of the rules, so we fix them to guarantee victory).
Turns out Amy and I have been together for a while now. Its been a while since I posted a blog, and it wasn't long after the last one. Its been around two years. She has guided me onto the straight and narrow, I am on target for top grades at A level, and my Head of Sixth Form recently said the most amazing thing to me.....
"Jack, it has been one heck of a roller-coaster ride for me and you. Our relationship has had its highs and lows, clashes and gels. But I believe we have benefited from each-other, I know I think I have improved as a person because of you, I think the same applies visa versa. I have taught you for four years now and have never come across such a pleasantly funny, joyful and intelligent boy. I have had three daughters, but no son. But, Jack, if I had ever had a son I would want him to be just like you."
The words are engraved in my mind. I just wanted to shed a tear. I also wanted to laugh!
Jack
X
Monday, 31 January 2011
First Day of College....
Today was my first day of college where I saw Amy again. We have progressed since I last posted, I have invited her around, watched a few films. Its going very smoothly. Not like my entrance to college, every time I went through the doors I pulled the push door and pushed the pull. Why do they put handles on both sides?! Just to fool me I reckon, as the people the other side of the cameras laugh at their deceiving trick.
It was a very eventful day. To top off the door experience, the French students were huddled in the way. My shouting and cursing soon moved them. It gave my friends plenty of amusement anyway. But it did not please a very angry and stressed head of sixth form, Mr. Webb (or Webbo as we very creatively call him). He already has an understandable distaste towards me, but I see this year as a new start, and I will impress him by the end.
So I decided to miss my lessons and play pool and table football as declaration of my new start. Or maybe I will just begin tomorrow. Turns out we are pretty good at both pool and table football. Boys will be boys and we got pretty competitive. We have a league set up and me and a friend are top after the first day. I'm sure you are sitting reading this thinking that we are all very sad. But don't knock it till you try it, and yes, we do have a lot of time to kill in a common room that is so ugly that it is above hell on the 'worst places to call home list'. We also found that plants should never be fed energy drink instead of water. Listen to my advice, please, it gives off the most awful stench. In one day we had to evacuate the common room as it was considered hazardous! We are all so proud.
I walked home with Amy and we held hands for a bit. We are getting there as a couple. I feel on top of the world. For there is no feeling like those butterflies that flutter in your stomach as you look at that girl you fancy, you kiss her and her hold her hand. It is just beautiful.
I shall finish on such a wonderful note.
Jack
X
It was a very eventful day. To top off the door experience, the French students were huddled in the way. My shouting and cursing soon moved them. It gave my friends plenty of amusement anyway. But it did not please a very angry and stressed head of sixth form, Mr. Webb (or Webbo as we very creatively call him). He already has an understandable distaste towards me, but I see this year as a new start, and I will impress him by the end.
So I decided to miss my lessons and play pool and table football as declaration of my new start. Or maybe I will just begin tomorrow. Turns out we are pretty good at both pool and table football. Boys will be boys and we got pretty competitive. We have a league set up and me and a friend are top after the first day. I'm sure you are sitting reading this thinking that we are all very sad. But don't knock it till you try it, and yes, we do have a lot of time to kill in a common room that is so ugly that it is above hell on the 'worst places to call home list'. We also found that plants should never be fed energy drink instead of water. Listen to my advice, please, it gives off the most awful stench. In one day we had to evacuate the common room as it was considered hazardous! We are all so proud.
I walked home with Amy and we held hands for a bit. We are getting there as a couple. I feel on top of the world. For there is no feeling like those butterflies that flutter in your stomach as you look at that girl you fancy, you kiss her and her hold her hand. It is just beautiful.
I shall finish on such a wonderful note.
Jack
X
Results day....
After confirming my History teachers predictions - who happens to be the ugliest man in the world - that I am an underachiever, plagued by my relaxed nature and a very unstable life personally, I was invited to a party. I said yes, with great immediacy, trying to sound excited whilst hoping to avoid the look of me being sad and lonely.
It was Amy Babington's party, a long-time friend of mine (Amy actually completed most of my coursework for me as deadlines passed), what a great night! I am still currently hung-over. I arrived with a few mates, around twelve turned up, six males and six females. Balance of sex; I am a lover of even numbers, anything odd I think my world is going to come to an end. This is especially the case when it comes to volume on the TV or Radio. I started drinking cider - as always - and before I knew it I had drunk four litres and a few of my mates cans. I wasn't in a good way. But my one mate was worse. He fell asleep at about 10 o'clock, and the woke at 12 managing to projectile vomit across to the other side of the room. It was astonishing. I'm sure a world record was broken. To make things worse, on his second gag he covered his mouth and it sprayed all in his face and on my trousers. It slowly seeped through his fingers as he shamefully walked to the toilet. I apologise for being graphic, it was the only way to explain the amazing amount of vomit he produced.
Later in the night, Amy and I kissed. She already has a boyfriend. I have text her today apologising, but she confirmed that she has broken up with the boyfriend, a somewhat friend of mine. Supposedly there is a code that you don't see a friends ex; but if this was the case in my town you wouldn't be able to see anyone. She confirmed that this break-up was because 'she didn't want to be in a relationship anymore'. Do I take this as a sign that she is interested in me? After all, she didn't have to tell me.
So, overlooking the issue, I am very happy that I kissed her. She is an amazing girl, and we interact with each other with great fluency, humour and we have that 'click'. As humans we always have that problem between what your brain tells and what your heart says. It is the underlying issue of knowing what is right, but it is the opposite to how you feel. What we have to do is make the choice and never look back, because you never know where that choice will take you. As we all just live in hope that our choices will always lead to happiness; hope that the girl you are hoping to be with will ultimately be the one!
Jack
X
It was Amy Babington's party, a long-time friend of mine (Amy actually completed most of my coursework for me as deadlines passed), what a great night! I am still currently hung-over. I arrived with a few mates, around twelve turned up, six males and six females. Balance of sex; I am a lover of even numbers, anything odd I think my world is going to come to an end. This is especially the case when it comes to volume on the TV or Radio. I started drinking cider - as always - and before I knew it I had drunk four litres and a few of my mates cans. I wasn't in a good way. But my one mate was worse. He fell asleep at about 10 o'clock, and the woke at 12 managing to projectile vomit across to the other side of the room. It was astonishing. I'm sure a world record was broken. To make things worse, on his second gag he covered his mouth and it sprayed all in his face and on my trousers. It slowly seeped through his fingers as he shamefully walked to the toilet. I apologise for being graphic, it was the only way to explain the amazing amount of vomit he produced.
Later in the night, Amy and I kissed. She already has a boyfriend. I have text her today apologising, but she confirmed that she has broken up with the boyfriend, a somewhat friend of mine. Supposedly there is a code that you don't see a friends ex; but if this was the case in my town you wouldn't be able to see anyone. She confirmed that this break-up was because 'she didn't want to be in a relationship anymore'. Do I take this as a sign that she is interested in me? After all, she didn't have to tell me.
So, overlooking the issue, I am very happy that I kissed her. She is an amazing girl, and we interact with each other with great fluency, humour and we have that 'click'. As humans we always have that problem between what your brain tells and what your heart says. It is the underlying issue of knowing what is right, but it is the opposite to how you feel. What we have to do is make the choice and never look back, because you never know where that choice will take you. As we all just live in hope that our choices will always lead to happiness; hope that the girl you are hoping to be with will ultimately be the one!
Jack
X
A troublesome day at school....
Today I got into a lot of trouble. My parents split up last night after Mum finding text messages from another women on my Fathers phone.....you don't need me to go into the details of what followed. A summary is that I walked away with a possible broken hand with Dad having a definite broken nose. He left within an hour or so.
So today - I'm sure you can imagine - I went to school upset and enraged. Mum is a walking wreck. So, it didn't take long for me to get myself into trouble. It was first period - Science - Great!! My teacher has no ability in controlling the class, so we spend most of the time talking over her pathetic attempt at raising her voice. I sit next to a rugby player who thinks he owns the Universe, so we always have a bit of banter, furthering our resentment for each other every time. I don't believe he said anything worse than the norm today, but I just couldn't stop myself from threatening him; he laughed at me, so I thought it would be a great idea to take threat to reality. During our lunch hour I drew a crowed for witnesses and encouragement; I broke his eye-socket, temporarily blinding his left eye. I have now broken my hand!
I have been put forward for anger-management lessons, which is a joke. I explained the situation I am in, but it didn't help anything. I saw the counsellor in isolation - isolation is possibly the most exciting experience of my life by the way, snow balls have been spotted in hell too - she is a very nice lady, but what a pointless exercise it is going to be. I know my troubles. I know that in time it will pass.
So, I sit here with a broken hand - miserable and hungry - explaining what has been an awful few days, not regretting a single action I made. My mother has always told me never to regret choices you make because, at the time, they felt right. I would, and never will promote violence to solve problems, or conquer feelings. But in this case I beat a cheater, which will be forgiven in time and is understandable in response to the situation I was put in. I also beat a bully, hopefully it will make him think twice in the future, as I'm sure he did not like being on the receiving end of what he dishes out daily.
Many people may believe that I have done wrong today. But before your judge I ask you to think back to whenever you have thought about what you would do if put into a certain situation. If someone killed a family member, would you react within the law or look for revenge. You grew up in a deprived area, would you look to drugs and gangs or would you ignore your surroundings and carry on with a normal suburban lifestyle. What I am trying to say is that you never really know what you will do until you are experience the situation yourself, for emotions are a powerful thing. Especially emotions in response to betrayal.
Jack
X
So today - I'm sure you can imagine - I went to school upset and enraged. Mum is a walking wreck. So, it didn't take long for me to get myself into trouble. It was first period - Science - Great!! My teacher has no ability in controlling the class, so we spend most of the time talking over her pathetic attempt at raising her voice. I sit next to a rugby player who thinks he owns the Universe, so we always have a bit of banter, furthering our resentment for each other every time. I don't believe he said anything worse than the norm today, but I just couldn't stop myself from threatening him; he laughed at me, so I thought it would be a great idea to take threat to reality. During our lunch hour I drew a crowed for witnesses and encouragement; I broke his eye-socket, temporarily blinding his left eye. I have now broken my hand!
I have been put forward for anger-management lessons, which is a joke. I explained the situation I am in, but it didn't help anything. I saw the counsellor in isolation - isolation is possibly the most exciting experience of my life by the way, snow balls have been spotted in hell too - she is a very nice lady, but what a pointless exercise it is going to be. I know my troubles. I know that in time it will pass.
So, I sit here with a broken hand - miserable and hungry - explaining what has been an awful few days, not regretting a single action I made. My mother has always told me never to regret choices you make because, at the time, they felt right. I would, and never will promote violence to solve problems, or conquer feelings. But in this case I beat a cheater, which will be forgiven in time and is understandable in response to the situation I was put in. I also beat a bully, hopefully it will make him think twice in the future, as I'm sure he did not like being on the receiving end of what he dishes out daily.
Many people may believe that I have done wrong today. But before your judge I ask you to think back to whenever you have thought about what you would do if put into a certain situation. If someone killed a family member, would you react within the law or look for revenge. You grew up in a deprived area, would you look to drugs and gangs or would you ignore your surroundings and carry on with a normal suburban lifestyle. What I am trying to say is that you never really know what you will do until you are experience the situation yourself, for emotions are a powerful thing. Especially emotions in response to betrayal.
Jack
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