January 27   More Survival Is Key

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It’s finally the last day of the school year. The only reason children still have school holidays is to earn money. It is not compulsory but most families ask their children to do it for the extra cash. Sky has worked all her school holidays since she was 15. She wasn’t asked she just went out and found a job that required little thought but paid well enough for a 15 year old girl. We learnt in history that girls once were equal to boys. That is not the case although women are still aloud to work. There are small changes that make it difficult for us to be seen as anything besides baby makers and chore doers. All woman work if they want to live. The woman who can afford not to work are the type that are so high up with The Ruler that they were not worried about being disposed of as long as they keep him happy.  Girls get paid less for their incompetence. One day I asked Sky’s boss why she was paid less. He told me that she was incompetent. When I asked why I was not only banned from being in the shop but Sky got fired aswel. She wasn’t too upset because he paid badly even for most of the people now a day. She found another job in another shop. It sold only canned foods and packs of dried food that were supposed to last you 3 days in the wild. He was kinder and more involved with survival than what Sky was doing. So I would come down almost every day of the holiday. He’s a weirdo but was kind enough to teach me a bit of hand-to-hand combat. I had no idea why he’d ever seen the point in learning it. He kept saying, “Ya never know when you might use it” in his stupid accent. Which is ridiculous. Fighting is forbidden. Guns are forbidden aswel but every one knows where you can get a gun when you need one.

We live in a first world country but there is nothing glamorous about it. There are no beggars at traffic lights and no shacks cluttering up land. But first world doesn’t mean the same thing anymore. It means that everyone is getting a wage (which is good) and everyone has a house (which is good), which means everyone is paying taxes so the country can ‘develop more technology’ and The Ruler can be more powerful and rich but you will be paying for it. You’re only rich and happy if you’re close to the Ruler and even then you have to watch what you say and always have to flatter him.

(this is carrying on directly from the last Survival Is Key post).

January 26   i’m flattered but no!

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There is a boy who used to be in my class whom will remain nameless for his own dignity.

This boy has liked every girl there is. Mainly because everybody calls him gay. I am a firm believer of “You don’t need to be mean until someone is mean to you and then you can whip their BUTS!”. I do stand up for him because I believe he cannot look after himself in that way. Although if he has said something first I can very quickly change my side. The first time I ever spoke to him was when he first asked me out in grade 5 and THEN asked me my name… That should be an indicator of how ‘smooth’ he his. I politely declined due to the fact of I DON”T KNOW HIM AT ALL!!! In grade 6 he was in my class. He very tackily asked me out by putting a note on my desk. He followed me around like a puppy because I said maybe (MY mistake). I finally declined after wanting some PRIVACY! He was very pushy. He always asked ‘So?’ ‘Why not?’. Anyway… He is not in my class and appeared to like a new girl (that doesn’t know his reputation and nickname). I have been particularly nice to everyone this year. Maybe it’s my prefect badge; maybe it’s my all round lovely personality (hee hee). He was walking while I was walking and I had a very pleasant chat with him. A couple of days later (today) he asked Tamlin and I whether or not we have dates to the up coming social (Uh, ya right.). We told him that at the moment that it was each other (sobbing into each others shoulders). He pulled me aside and asked if I wanted to go with someone else (hint hint). I could’ve said “Uh yes! But not you!” or “NO!!! EWW!!” like all the girls instructed when I told them afterwards. Instead (being a lovely person and all) I said that it was very sweet of him and that I was flattered but I wanted to keep my options open because the social is far away. I thanked him for asking and left. See? How sweet was that?

I can’t help do the girly thing and go “I SO just got asked out to the social!”. Instead I do the geeky me thing and come blog about it. I LOVE MY LIFE :)

January 25   Sleepovers?

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Sleepovers are weird. They can reduce the smartest and most sophisticated girls to little girls with their pillows and talking about boys, makeup, boys, that girl they hate. Hollywood has made it a well know stereotype that girls do that. I of course have always thought that, that is ridiculous and all made up… It’s not…

I wonder what boys think about? Boobs, sex, boobs and that girls they hate. You don’t want to forget…  Megan Fox…Eeeeeewww!

It’s best not to think about it.

Today was okay.

My grades ones were completely insane and WINEY!!! I refuse to let my child wine.

January 19   Survival Is Key

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Survival is Key

CHAPTER 1- Life as we know it

It’s different but the same. We always hear stories of the past, of how good it used to be. We hear the stories of how our parents met, of how it is so romantic. They always remind us of how love can rule you. I really don’t pay attention. Romance is not fit for this era, maybe in the past love was part of it all. Maybe love was what they lived for. Now we live to stay alive. Our parents say that they met at an orphanage. An orphanage was a new concept to us that we’d never heard of. It seams so in the past that I don’t know why they tell the story still. When they met they fell madly in love with each other (They were about 17 and were able to leave the orphanage). Leaving the orphanage meant that my parents could go off and search for their families. “They were bound to be out there somewhere!”. I now know where Sky gets her optimistic spirit from. I am neither a pessimist nor an optimist. I don’t spend my time thinking about glasses of water. I do know that if you’re dieing of thirst that, that glass of water is going to save your life. Whether it’s half full or half empty. My parents say that they wanted to start a family together after years of trying to find any relatives. A few months later there was Sky. Then a few more years there was me.

 Life isn’t easy and it’s certainly not a happy place. You live to create money. When you stop making money you are disposed of…

To the Ruler we are only little matchsticks holding up his matchstick kingdom. As soon as you become of no need. And you are disposed of. It is not uncommon. Although I hear my parents rant on and on about it. Unfortunately it’s quite spoken of these days. Of course not in the classroom. The Ruler doesn’t want us to believe that he could do wrong. The only issue that I have with him disposing people-other than the obvious taking of the lives of the innocent and all- is the fact that he does it in peculiar ways. I’ve heard of sending them over seas with a bounty over their heads, a woman ‘tripped’ into a pool of hungry sharks and other odd ways to go. I remember a long time ago when I was very young my father was told to transfer jobs. He had one day to get all his things together and move to the office building across town. The message that got to the Ruler was that he had the day off. His boss was fired which probably means he didn’t live and my dad was sent a lovely letter in a black envelope that read:


You have won a free trip to destination of your choice.

It was wrong. He was going to be sent to be killed. He replied very sweetly with another envelope. That our mighty Ruler must of got it wrong because he would be working all of the next week and that he would have loved to but couldn‘t see himself able to get leave. 

The Ruler doesn’t like to be told anything let alone that he’s wrong. My mother always tells my dad that he really shouldn’t have done that. They bicker a lot but I know that they still love each other.  They never fight fight.  Only disagree a lot.

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Once apon a time I tried to write a book. I had only ever read about two books so my expirience was not on the good side. I wrote about 29 A4 pages but it got dapressing and it really wasn’t good. I am now writting the same story. It’s different and definetly better! I am breaking it down in to little bits becuase I can not always write everyday. Everyday I write I will post more but for the moment I will give you a little bit of it.

January 16   2nd break AND 1st break

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The list of duties was formally put up today. Which means I don’t have to go down everyday to the grade 1’s. Only Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s. Which meant not only did I get my first break of the school year but also it was a 1st break, which means it’s longer!! I also got a second break. The whole break I was in a good mood and had a smile on my face the whole time! I was goalie with Tamlin, which was AWESOME! I got to hang out with my friends one again. Second break was interesting…

There is a new girl in Mrs CF’s class. She has a strong accent, which I am currently working on. But I do need to shoot the person who said that she might be French or Australian. Both are very distinct accents neither of which even resembles her kind of American accent. I have a Jabulani ball which are the hardest, firmest balls in the market (not dodgy). I like this type because when it’s flying towards your leg it bounces off and doesn’t hurt much (despite what you might think) although the down side is that if it comes towards your face you might become unconscious. A boy was shooting at the goals. Not for points just for fun. He can kick freakishly hard. Because it wasn’t the game Tamlin and I just gave up and retreated out of the goals quickly. Seeing as that would bruise us internally and we like our lives. He kicked it and scored obviously. Everyone was amazed as this MISSILE entered the goals. Then this French/Australian/ American came to us and said “Oh I can be goalie if you like.” One of the boys was like “Oh dear”. We very sweetly told us that it was fine really. We asked about her and where she came from. Then I introduced Tamlin and me. But now I’m determined to show her that Tamlin and I are actually really good goalies and that we don’t flunk out every time. But other than that by day was pretty awesome! Except for the heat. It’s killing me!!!!

January 13   Today

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Today was an okay day school work wise. I’m finding it very difficult to concentrate when she speaks. It’s like when Wouter speaks sometimes. He talks but it doesn’t really register with me sometimes. So I’m starting to get head aches when she talks. I think it’s to do with the way she phrases things and because they don’t always make complete sense so my heads working on that confusing sentence and she then carries on talking so I think that’s why Grade 1 duty Today I had to read to them because it was Wet Weather Procedure. I was reading to them quite well if I say so myself. Half way through a sentence a girl near the front pokes me and says “You haven’t shown us any of the pictures!!!” So I did. This story was about a ferret. On the cover they had a crow. So all the children thought that a Ferret was that bird. Which I corrected.. Then they were aloud out because everyone decided that it had stopped raining and there was an announcement that we could go out.

January 12   It’s Been too long

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I am desperately trying to get my other blog post which I wrote in the holidays onto my blog but I wrote it on my mini laptop and when I copied it, it didn’t like the folder I’d used or something. But I will get back to my holiday news when that’s ready. For now I’ll tell you about my last three days.

10 Jan 2012

Was my last day of holiday. I, being a prefect, was asked to come down to the school for an hour the day before school (10 Jan). When I got there at exactly 12 ’o clock like the notice had requested I was told that Mrs CF was in a meeting and that she would fetch us few at the door. She did but when we came up EVERYONE was up here, which makes me mad because I was dead on time, and they made me look late, which is annoying.

We were congratulated and then told everything we needed to know about the duties. One of the most liked duties of all is Grade 1 duty. For the simple reason that the Grade 1’s are SUPER CUTE!!!!! Mrs CF said that not to scare the grade 1’s they choose girl prefects for the first term while they still miss they’re mommies. She asked who wanted, out of the girls, who wanted the duty for the first time. All of the girls, naturally, put up they’re hands. So she asked who desperately wanted to do it. All the girls, naturally, put they’re hands down. She called a few names that were going to do it. Then she asked which two girls would absolutely no questions asked want to do it together. Naturally, Tamlin and I put our hands up. We didn’t have to ask each other. There is always a lot of debate, angst and trauma because “so and so didn’t choose me” or “I BOOKED so in so”. We got Grade 1 duty. YAY! Grade 1 duty is where you go out with the grade 1’s during first break (the only break that they have) and look after them. Kind of. There are 2 prefects per a grade 1 class. We were told about all the new teachers and where they were located. That was basically orientation.
11 Jan 2012

The first day of school. On the first day of school you don’t really say hello, or hi. You wait until the very important question is said first. “Who’s class are you in”. Then you pick from the following answers

“OH! Shame!”

“No-WAY? I HATE you I wanted to be in that class!”

“I’m in that class too. HIGH 5!”

“Oh well that’s nice”

I waited as late as a I possibly could and then went to the front office where all the prefects were (if they could get to school early enough) would go to help new children find their way to their class. There were only 4 of us at first. 4 of us and 1 very unsubtle mom saying “I WONDER were ‘Mrs Linken’ is” we were all walking towards her to help her but didn’t want to be rude to each other so we all stopped and said “No YOU go” and “Oh it’s ok I’ll go next time”. By this time the mom was going “Oh we’ll NEVER find it! *Sigh*

I just said “Sorry guys” and went forward and said, like I hadn’t heard the 50 billion times before “Do you need any help”. I took her and her little girl to the class and asked which school she’d been at before. As it turned out the girl wasn’t new she was there in grade 1 and 2 but her mom wanted to know exactly which class her little darling was in. When I got back it was CAOS! There was a whole long line of prefects standing at the door. Then in a milli second there were all these new children and we were all busy. I did door duty and managed to take 3 people up to their classes until the bell rung.

First day of Big School-for the grade 1’s

First day Of Little School-for Tamsyn

Tamlin and I left after assembly and went to our grade 1 class where the teacher introduced us. This is how THAT went

“OK GRADE 1’S LISTEN UP!!!”-Teacher

“This is”-to the class “what’s your name”-quietly to me

“Uh Tamsyn” I said to her

“This is TASMAN!”-Teacher to the class

“Uh ha sorry, it’s TamSYN”-me

“Oh ok. CLASS THIS IS TAMSYN! Can you say TAM SYN?”

“TAMSYN”- Choir of little people

“Good say it again” Teacher

“TAMSYN!!!”-Little people

:Good and this is Tamlin” (Tamlin was in her class in grade 1)

“Can you say TAMLIN?”-Teacher

“TAMLIN”- Mighty Midgits

“Good, again”


It was a looong gruelling process when I could I‘ve just been like “Hi I’m TAMSYN.”
 We sat down and ate our lunch with them. They seemed pretty relaxed and calm… Famous last words. One they’d finished their lunch they were aloud out side to play on the play ground. So we went outside as well. It was going well until two of the prefects said “WHO WANTS TO PLAY STUCK IN THE MUD?” Now we had a mix of 4 grade 1 classes running around on tarmak and falling over left right and centre. I really wanted to hit those two girls (Just like a good leader, I didn’t). I left it because the bell had rung.

My teacher I am not keen on. I am hoping to learn to love her but at the moment it’s not looking good. I was given a bunch of colouring in. I’m pretty sure the grade ones learnt about letter land or something. NOT COLOURING IN!!! But no, that’s what the grade 7’s got.

12 Jan. 2012

I’ll skip straight to Grade 1 duty. We got their (thank goodness we didn’t have to go through the whole introducing ourselves again. What we did was make a circle and we ate. Two girls took a big liking to us. The one asked, “Are you staying the whole break?” We replied that we are and the cutest thing happened. She exclaimed in glee “YAY! Now you can help us look for fairies!”


So when they were aloud out Tamlin and I went out aswel. And told them we’d look in the pot plants (we cleverly distanced our self from them and put ourselves in a good spot to still see the jungle-jim). I thought that these girls were still in the “Wow can you see my pet bee” when there isn’t a bee anywhere type of thing. SO I called them over and said “Look! I think I saw a fairy. They inspected the bush very carefully and said with a lot of SASS “I don’t see any fairies”. So I said that they must’ve flown away. Then one said that she saw a lavender bush move so she said there was a fairy in there too. They were all checking but I stopped them from totally destroying the already dieing plant by reminding them that they shouldn’t mess up the fairies home. And that if the fairy wanted to come out that it would. The on e part of that plan that back fired and made me feel really bad was that they then stood staring at this bush until they found a dieing butterfly.