Early evening, the sun sets. Dark silhouettes invade the pink sky. Coating the swing with paper, but the water still seeps through.
Swing.
Complain about the friends and gossip about the enemies. Whisper tales of the past and scream stories of the future. Sneeze, cough, laugh.
Swing higher.
Let’s talk about why bad things happen to good people. Let’s discuss why the people with the most promise are often thrown life’s biggest hurdles. Tell me why the greatest people in this world rarely ever notice how great they really are. Continue reading Swing
This is a foggy world and with my cold hands I explore it’s lack of substance; searching for that question, that answer, that thing that resonates with me.
These secret hours of the night whisper a dark enigma that only we can understand. But we’re not sure if the glass is half empty or half full. We’re not sure if Van Gogh represents a starry night or a bloodied ear. We’re not even sure if we’re dumb, or just numb. Continue reading Not All Who Wander Are Lost
I’ve not posted for a while now and my usual posting schedule is somewhat absent. I guess this post is pretty overdue (by five days, to be exact) but it’s one I couldn’t get around to posting because I wasn’t really sure how to approach it – sound familiar? Regardless, there’s a lot to catch up on.
Let’s start with Thursday. Because the beginning of the week is always a nice place to start but it’s a little too overrated.
Like most other British sixteen year olds, Thursday saw the day I collected my exam results I’ve worked for the last few years towards. I’m at risk of this post sounding like a clichéd account of a school trip, or the likes, but I started the day with a nervous feeling that I couldn’t shift. I’ll skip the boring details but I did finally get around to opening the envelope: 2 A*’s, 4 A’s, 3 B’s and 2 C’s.
I’m personally really pleased with these grades. They’re enough for me to get into college and to study the subjects I want, and that’s all I can really ask for. The problem is that I know other people may not be as pleased or proud of their results as I am of mine. There is so much emphasis put on these exams and qualifications that you’re required to make life-lasting decisions at ages where you’re not sure what you want to do with your life and you are told that these qualifications are so important that, without them, you’re doomed to a life of failure and hardships.
At risk of pointing out the obvious, this couldn’t be further from the truth.
GCSE’s are stepping stones. Good grades at GCSE level can definitely put you at an advantage when it comes to the job market but that’s not to say that you can’t make something of your life without them. When it comes down to it, these grades are a series of letters that say more about your memory than they do about you. You are not the sum of your results and the level of skill, passion and determination, among other attributes, that make you the person you are cannot be labelled with an array of numbers or letters.
Likewise, good GCSE results do not destine you to a life of success, fame, fortune or happiness. With a lack of motivation and determination, you are just as likely to fail in your ambitions with straight A’s as you are with straight F’s.
Just over two years ago, on my previous blog, I posted an article discussing whether or not homework was harmful or helpful after I carried out a series of surveys. I have decided to re-write the said post.
There’s something about homework that is incredibly unappealing. Perhaps it’s because extra work or revision is the last thing you want to do upon arriving home after a six hour day of, well, exactly that – work and revision. But, is homework as harmful as you might expect? In fact, is it even as helpful as you might expect?
As a young person who attends school myself, homework can become one of the biggest inconveniences. Most days I am at school from eight until five, attending extra-revision sessions as my final exams come up. Let it be said that I have no problem with having to complete coursework at home because it will 100% benefit me. I also have no problem with revising, sitting practice exams or completing work that is related to what we are learning, because I will reap the reward. The most frustrating thing of all is when you are given homework that has absolutely no relation to class work or exam preparation.
I haven’t been in high school in quite some time, but I remember often being frustrated at how much homework I was assigned – particularly since I was a good student who usually understood the information I was given the first time I received it. The exception to that was math, and it was the only class where I actually requested more homework because I needed the practice. Lili
What does it mean to be young? Is it to be born after a certain date? Is it to think that thirty is old? Or, is it a feeling of infinity?
To be young can be defined by more than one action, more than one feeling, because it is more than one thing.
It is your love of walking barefoot across the grass; the new carpet; the sand. The carefree attitude in which the feeling of the world touching your skin is the most natural and most beautiful of all sensations.
It is our craving for direction but our hesitance in following the paths that we are shown. Our contradictive nature in which we dismiss what we want to be shown once we are shown it, what we want to hear once we hear it, what we want once we have it.
