I am profusely pleased with my new title: Emo. Not that I’m Emo in anyway. Emo people are (now please excuse my stereo-typing) very dark. They want to ‘feel’ something so they cut their wrists. They usually wear only black clothes with lots of heavy, dark make-up. There is one person who calls me Emo. I am the epitome of not Emo. I like bright colours although I do wear quite a bit of black. My hair is still totally natural and not died. I don’t have a single piercing on my whole body. My wrists are totally cut-free. I have lots of friends. I feel LOTS of things and will be the first to tell you when I do. So I pretty much cancel out most Emo traits. But I also cancel out other traits.
Geeky, popular, rock ‘n roll, classical, nerd… Those are only a few of the ‘pigeon holes’. My favourite part of being called Emo is it proves that this boy has no idea where to pigeon hole me!
So they can call me absolutely anything!!!!
Last year sometime (close to winter) I was walking in the shops, when I saw a rack of some of the most beautiful looking scarves. I obviously went over (like a moth to a flame) and looked through the selection. They had virtually every colour. I had just got birthday money or something but I knew it was my money. I was about to by the beautiful purple scarf when I noticed a white scarf. I reminded myself that I would most likely want to wear this to school. Purple or white. In the end white won. I could wear it with anything but mainly I could wear it to school, which was very important. The following Monday I wore the scarf to school and was gloating when I was very rudely interrupted by someone telling me that it was lovely, but I would have to take it off soon. BUMMER! I found out later that the reason was that our principal had banned white scarves because so many people wore white scarves with different colours in it (like purple or pink). This sucked! I did wear the scarf though with other outfits and Jessica made me a black scarf (once I paid R25 and bought my own wool but anyway).
The reason I was remembering this story was because our new school uniform is coming in. Lots of children have it. It’s a very preppy school uniform and it reminds me of a boarding school.
The colours: Mustard and blood. (We call it this. Obviously the school try something a little more up beat like Friendly Yellow and Cheery Red). Instead of our less obvious main colour grey, they’re using black.
Girls Old Uniform (Summer): Red and white checked dress.
Girls New Uniform (Summer): Pleated, plaid/tartan skirt (in our south westerly) and un-tucked golf shirt with plaid/ tartan around the collar and sleeves.
Girls Old Uniform (Winter): Grey skirt with tucked in long sleeved shirt with tie/ Grey skirt with short-sleeved shirt with no tie. Long grey socks.
Girls New Uniform (Winter): Pleated, plaid/tartan skirt (in our south westerly) and un-tucked golf shirt with plaid/ tartan around the collar and sleeves. Black stockings.
Boys Old Uniform (Summer/Winter): Grey long trousers/short grey trousers and tucked in shirt.
Boys New Uniform (Summer/ Winter): Long grey pants/short grey pants with un-tucked golf shit with plaid/tartan around the collar and sleeves.
Extras: Jersey (black with tartan around the collar. Loose and not very pretty with the shirt), Beanie (special FHPS school beanie), Scarf, rain jacket.
Sports Uniform: A new black and red unisex sports shirt (which just looks bad on boys. I’m sorry!), with unisex black shorts. Miranda pointed out very well that a 7 year old white boy does not have the same shape butt as a 12 year old black girl
Problems with the new uniform:
They said that the uniforms would be ready in So Many Months. Once that’d past it was Next term, then the next until it finally came out about 6 months AFTER it was said to.
It cost over R1000 to get the whole thing (not including the extras). I am yet to see a parent to buy an extra.
The school skirts are made in an odd fashion. If they fit you around the waist they don’t fit length wise and vice versa.- Someone went to the Echo and complained and the school then hastily replied that they were changing it.
Our skirts won’t stay down in the wind
Our skirts won’t stay down in the wind so they said girls may wear shorts of the appropriate colour under their skirts*
How come we have to buy a whole NEW set when the boys have to buy a shirt and a jersey???
We can’t go to Pep and buy a cheap shirt, we have to go to the ONLY supplier and get the custom-made school shirts…
Unisex sports uniforms- Miranda pointed out very well that a 7-year-old white boy does not have the same shape butt as a 12-year-old black girl.
There’s only one supplier- The board of governor’s shop…
I think they’ve stuffed this up royally.
*This is what made me think of it. It doesn’t matter it the shorts are hidden. I could have bright neon green shorts. Because I thought that it was of appropriate colour. Or I could wear black shorts with bright hot pink polka dots because the majority is black!!!
I might have offended someone or many people with this blog post so…
In my opinion I say all of the above.
Bin Envy
At the moment soccer is very popular at our school and I am no exception. There are certain areas. There are two ‘full soccer fields’ (that’s two bins on one end as goals and then two on the other side as goals). Then one ‘half bin’ (that’s where there are two bins and that is the only gaol.). We play by the ‘Half Bin’ because we don’t need a whole soccer field.
Morning:
Yesterday morning I leant my soccer ball to some of the ‘top notch soccer boys’ who didn’t ask any questions. Once Tamlin arrived we both got into the goals and started defending (although we had agreed, the gaolie was making a huge fuss). Tamlin was talking to one of the boys when the soccer ball was so close. “THE TOP NOTCH SOCCER ‘KING’” took the ball and tried to score. If Tamlin was concentrating she wouldn’t get hit in the face. But she wasn’t. Luckily I’m always concentrating. I do this perfect leap so it doesn’t hit Tamlin in the face. I hit it out which is what goalies are supposed to do. Apparently not now. Now that girls (GIRLS) have started being able to black the actual goal it’s just not OK! He banned us and told us to leave. I thought that this was a bit extreme and his only evidence was the fact that I hit it and then Tamlin hit it. Tamlin was talking about mooning to this one dude. She would’ve been able to block the gaols. WITH HER FACE!! I took my ball (which is what they were playing with incidentally) and went to other gaols.
1st Break:
We were ‘banned’ so I decided that I’d go back to those goals that I was using before. And there ‘Sole’ (one of the top notch soccer boys and top notch pain in the butt!) He was taking one of the bins with him to were they had relocated. This was not okay. I gave him a piece of my mind. (I thought he needed it more then me) and eventually got my bin back. Can you believe it?
2nd Break:
Same thing…I was going to my bin except there was ‘Mr Gangsta’ taking the exact same bin (MY BIN!!!). I went over there* and told him to get over himself and pull his trousers up! Eventually I got my bin back. A minute and a half later he got into a fight. Thank goodness it wasn’t me!
*This took a lot of courage because he was a grade 7 and no one is allowed to stand up to a grade 7!
I have officially (for the 2nd time) defeated the all so famous Table Mountain! ON Friday I went off on a hike (with 8kgs on my back) and we hiked up the mountain. The trip up was harsh, unforgiving, uphill madness. It took around 5 hours. Once we got there (after many, many stops) we all got our bunks (which isn’t as easy as it sounds. So-In-So wants to be with Whatsername but Whatsername wants to be with Thingymibob and Thingymibob doesn’t like So-In-So. And once you’ve got everyone who likes and dislikes each other on other sides. You then have a choice. Top, Middle or bottom. Then once everyone is settled they all decide to move again. So a tad complicated). I got a middle bunk. Which is exactly what I wanted. Once that traumatic experience was over we started playing Speed. Speed? You ask. Is an addictive and very time consuming game. It’s a BUNCH of fun. We created levels.
Rookie
Novice
Pro
Professor
Dr
Dean
Vice President
President
King
God
At the moment I’m Dr. That night we had rice noodles and some mono-flavour tomato and we added for flavour some salami. That was quite nice. We played more speed, sang and played more speed. When we finally got to bed we had to listen to Whatsername, So-In-So and Thingymibob talking about completely weird things! Finally I drifted off and woke up again. This time everyone was quite except for the echoing of me turning. This took a lot of effort and was extremely loud. It was with everyone. I looked around and I just could not find my pillow (when I say pillow I mean my rain jacket stuffed into a pillow case). I was looking when I looked down and saw it. Right on the floor. I would’ve just got down and retrieved it right then and there. But it’s a lot more complicated than that. You have to arrange your self to just drop down because trying to climb stairs while cocooned in you sleeping bag is a very difficult. After you’re positioned you have to get enough guts to drop down (still not waking anyone up.) You then have to shuffle your was to where it is and pick it up. (Still not waking anyone up.) Next you have to throw it on to the bed and the trickiest part is getting back on the bed. You have to NOT WAKE ANYONE UP and in your cocoon get back to sleep. This could also happen a few times. So I left it and just used my arms. BIIIIIIIG MISTAKE!!! This was SOO uncomfortable. I woke up another hundred times. Once I was awake officially I got up and had my brekkie. We played speed and went on one of the most horrible hikes over one of the 12 apostles to a ‘magical’ cave. Although it was beautiful and very cool (as in cold) I wouldn’t go as far as to call it magical. Although the thought that only a selected few have been up there is a help. (We ourselves got lost on the way.). Once we had our snacks there we left to go back. In the end. I was by far in the front because I couldn’t stop. I had only one need. The animal need to get back to the base. It was horrible! We played a game. Then more speed. We ate dinner (which was trually unforgettable) and slept. The next day was pack and leave. And that’s what we did. We hiked down steep steps and in 30*c. That was the worst part it was sooooo hot. Jessica and I were in the front again with another girl and we were singing classic Queen songs like Another One Bites The Dust and We Are The Champions. We got home and all took showers. IT was a good hike (it was nice the first time round aswel.)
Tamlin and I have become quite good goalies. We both have some epic bruises (although hers is from falling UP the stairs)! I came across my bruise when ‘Josh’ (who kicks crazy hard) said he’d try his hardest kick with us. I stuck my foot out and let it connect with the top of my ankle. That in its self was painful and bruise worthy what really set the swelling in was when Tamlin’s lead imbedded shoe connected with the top of my ankle about half a hundredth of a second after the ball. That is not the point. The swelling has started to go down and I’m back in being part goalie. Some of the ‘Top Notch’ soccer boys (whom nobody likes I might add) decided that the “pansies’ that were already trying to get goals were just being… Pansies. To be honest they weren’t as fantastic as they make themselves sound. Either that or they’re used to really rubbish goalies. One boy who I really dislike who thinks he’s It decides that he’ll try take a shot. He had to get so close to the goals before he shot that Tamlin and I decided he should stand where we stood and then kick to get it in. By now the other boys had had enough and joined in. It was scary the amount of feet that were in front of us. So instead of waiting for them to get their act together and score a goal I tried to kick the ever increasingly close ball away from the gaols. That was at the exact time that the boy decided he would take his shot. Our feet collided. His with my bruise, mine on where my bruise would be if it was on him. This I must admit was painful but it gave me enough time to drop onto my knees grave the ball and then kick it out again. I won’t lie and say that I was being strong. It was FLIPPEN’ sore!!! But there was ‘Seth’ lying on the floor having a complete melt down. Caressing his ankle, shouting in pain. When I confronted him about this. He took great offence and said that it was because he was so used to it. I then explained how if HE was the one used to it I should’ve been the one on the ground. He then took more offence and promptly told me to Shut Up after I told him his logic made no sense. He sits in front of me. (Aren’t I lucky?) He made a point of it for the rest of the day he was kissing his ankle and getting a lot of sympathy from anyone who would give him some. I on the other hand made a point of making a point of showing every one my epic bruise!
There hasn’t been too much going on at school being the last week of school. Tamlin and I have been impressing the boys with our Football Goalie Skills. We haven’t been doing much except for what’s supposed to be our Puberty Course. We had a drug awareness thing on Monday. Today we had a few videos. They actually aren’t really about PUBERTY at all. They’re just about inside the human body. Just about all that we’ve seen has been about little baby growth and inside the brain. So it’s all good nothing especially gross or anything. I’m trying hard to think of anything that really made me uncomfortable. There really isn’t much at all.
Oh there is one thing that made me a little bit uncomfortable. It really wasn’t much but… it was at the beginning and end of each section of the video when they went through a whole long line of NAKED PEOPLE!!!!!!! WHAT THE FLIPPP!?!?!?! A LITTLE BIT UNCOMFORTABLE?!?! The narrator explained that each person was older then the next. And it went up pretty far!!! It’s been permanently imprinted on my brain.
When we were watching the less interesting one. He blabbed and blabbed about the brain and just wouldn’t stop talking! Now, understand that this was after an hour of watching how the baby developed and started walking and blah, blah, blah. I was already numb in one leg and my back was sore so I already wasn’t in the greatest of moods. There was something about his voice that made you want to puke on the video machine just to get it to stop. It was also like it would NEVER stop which was the most concerning part!
So really nothing much happening at school…
Dear U.S. Government,
I do not like this Uncle Sam, I do not like his health care scam. I do not like these dirty crooks or how they lie and cook the books. I do not like when Congress steals, I do not like their secret deals. I do not like ex-speaker Nan, I do not like this “YES WE CAN.” I do not like this spending spree, I’m smart, I know that nothing’s free. I do not like their smug replies when I complain about their lies. I do not like this kind of hope. I do not like it. Nope, nope, nope.
Sincerely, Dr. Suess.
This was found on Dear Blank Please Blank
It’s one of the most clever DBPBs I’ve ever read.
If you are a guest at this house the usual will happen. We’re all very sweet and make lovely chit chat. Mom will clean the carpet and tell the guests how disturbed she is by the state of our rooms. You know, the usual. Jessica and I will be as sociable as we need to be (moms long lost best friend from collage: Saying hi is all that’s needed. Gran and Grandad at Christmas: LOADS of attention).
It’s a pretty well practised and organised operation. Unless The Grump is out.
It’s more a fact of if you are a guest at this house and The Grump happens to be at her ripest we will say hi and try to worn the guest before it’s too late. The Grump will then ambush them from out of the blue explaining what a ‘crap’ day she’s been having. At this point Mom will tell the guests how disturbed she is by The Grump in general and from then on we try and entertain the guest and calm The Grump. I’m telling you. It’s a tough job but… thank goodness mom does it.
I go to school: I give Tamlin a handshake
I’m having a bad day: I give Tamlin a handshake
I’m having a good day: I give Tamlin a handshake
I just feel like a handshake: I give Tamlin a handshake.
I leave school: I give Tamlin a handshake
Does something seem wrong about that? The fact that two 12/11 year olds are shaking hands is only half the problem. The other half is the fact that in every handshake we should be hugging.
Tamlin and I are very ‘huggy’. It’s cool for us. If something bad happens I give her a hug and vice versa. It’s a universal way of children (especially girls) to say good morning and goodbye. I’m pretty sure most generations do it. Not ours.
Apparently hugs have been banned. Now, I wasn’t at school for a week and that’s how I have been greeted. It’s cruel really. Apparently two children, (for grade 5. GRADE 5 ?!?!) A boy and a girl were found hugging (in different peoples versions there might have been some kissing action to help to the suspicion that it may be more then just friends). The principal was addressed and the next day there was a serious talk from our principal. I think they took this out of proportion and until they add it to our set of rules and our code of conduct I will continue to give Tamlin hugs. And anyone else for that matter… 😉
As I mentioned in previous blog posts, I have been sick. Well I went to dad’s house. I was watching some TV and then I got tired and climbed into bed and slept for quite a while. Until I go woken up by dad. I was confused and then excited that I got to go to school. He told me: No, we’re eating supper now
Me: Bummer
I then promptly told dad that I was fine and that I didn’t want supper and that I was fine in bed. He told me that I didn’t have a choice and that the lounge was nice and warm. I got up, told dad to get me something to drink, got my two stools that I eat and sit on and waited. The last thing I remember is dad coming in putting my dinner on my stool and me just looking at it…
Apparently what had happened is dad then said: “ Lets close our eyes for grace” he then did he continued, “Tamsyn you’ll like this I made the rice” (that’s a standing joke with us*). I didn’t laugh so dad turned to look at me and I was falling into my rice. I was going in and out of conciseness. My lips where as white as paper, I was very clammy, I lost control of my bladder. Dad was patting me down with a cloth while Miranda and Jessica packed a bad for me. Apparently I was boiling hot and very heavy. I was leaning back on dad. All I remember is hearing dad calling my name so I came into conciseness again and I felt my wet trousers and was very distressed (which is understandable seeing as I’m 12 and 5months so, yes, I wasn’t pleased). I remember being helped to the car in the mean while taking off my wet trousers. I was wearing my socks and I was feeling cooler and less out of this world. Dad put me on his shoulder to carry me to the car ‘cos the ground was wet. I remember saying: “Ow you’re hurting my stomach”. And he was. He had one of his bones in my stomach. Some sort of shoulder bone. We went to the emergency room. I was put into a wheelchair. There was so much asking of questions and everything. I was so sick of answering questions by the end of it. They took blood, which meant needles. They gave me a drip, which meant needles. They needed to change the drip twice, which meant more needles. Turns out I’m not a big fan of needles. I had a whole bunch of sticky things stuck to my chest. Then wiry things clipped on to those then taken off. Then the sticky things were forgotten about. I had to go for X-rays. This was the scariest. All I had to do was stand up facing one way put my shoulders foreword and take a deep breath. I did the first on e but then straight after had to sit down because I was getting the faint feeling. I did. The X-ray lady was very sympathetic. I stood up for the second one and the faint feeling was almost instant but we got the second photo but I was crazy close to fainting again. I was taken in a bed and after that second photo I was lying face down on the bed. I only had to do it one more time. This time it was the easiest because I had to hang on to something. I got taken back and told I was staying over. I had my drip changed and laid in the waiting bedroom. Mom did the medical aid and after a long time I was put in the paediatric ward. THE PEADIATRIC WARD!?!?!?!?! So not great but at least a bed. I thought I could sleep more than and hour. Ha, ha, ha poor deluded me. I was woken up every hour when they came and changed my supply of drip stuff. And when it wasn’t that they woke me up to check my pulse and my blood pressure. And when they weren’t waking me up for THAT my lovely next-door neighbour was crying me awake. And when it wasn’t THAT it was some other baby. And they came and did that every hour until they opened my curtains as some sort of ‘subtle’ wake up call, which I’ll have everyone know, I promptly ignored. I was dreaming and slowly drifting off when dad came. And then mom. So my hopes of sleeping where shattered. My ‘yummy’ breakfast came and I was given a numbing patch so that when they check my blood again it wouldn’t hurt as much. My ‘yummy’ breakfast was a) the first thing I’d eaten since 14:30 the previous day so I was peckish. I was given scrambled eggs with an S shaped sausage. It was not particularly appetizing. I was also given a fruit bowl. That was quite nice but it consisted mainly of melon, which I can eat, but I don’t usually. I ate a bit of that and ate some sugar free sweets and Date and Almond balls. It was good. Mom and dad went to get there (probably much nicer) breakfast when the dr. came I had to answer all his questions. Then finally after almost all of his examination mom and dad came back. He told me I was free to go. I nearly objected because I’d already chosen the chicken snitchel with mushroom sauce for dinner. A little disappointing. I packed up took off my numbing patch as we didn’t use it. I am writing this now and it’s still very numb. It’s exactly like having a dead leg that doesn’t want to wake up.
We arrived at the hospital at 19:25 and got to my room at 23:30 and everyone (mom, dad, Miranda) left at 23:50. I went to sleep at ?unknown
*Dad had cooked rice for us twice.
1st time: We told him we were hungry and that he was taking long so he put the rice in for 4 min. It was like eating rock.
2nd time: I wasn’t even there he put it in for 18 min. 4 min. at a time always adding water and still it was like softer rock
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