I absolutely love my top set year 8 class. I get so much out of them, they respond well, talk beautifully and literally just blow my mind. We are just about to start a new unit of work and rather than start it last thing on a Thursday afternoon, I decided to do a one off lesson based on a poet called Taylor Mali. There were prompts provided but other than that, they had to fill the gaps. I wrote along with the kids and this is what I came up with.
Before I knew how to walk in heels, I used to find myself wandering aimlessly barefoot.
People think I am an extrovert but really I am safely hidden inside my warm cosy shell, peaking out at the merriment around me.
I'm the one who is a shoulder to cry on.
I'm the one who needs you to be there.
I'm the one who still cuddles a teddy at night.
In the circus of my family I am the first to reach the trapeze but everyone has to out their head in the lions mouth sometimes.
I wonder every day if I made the wrong decision all those years ago and if it will haunt me like the lingering scent of a favourite perfume.
At 2pm on a summers day I will haunt that place we fell in love. I'll sit beneath our favourite tree and quietly bask in the glow of your affection.
While this may not be prize winning stuff, it was certainly a cathartic experience and I think everyone got a lot out of it. Some of the things these 12 and 13 year olds wrote was absolutely jaw dropping.
Thursday, 18 April 2013
Friday, 12 April 2013
Who are you doing it for?
Sometimes in life we find ourselves doing everything for other people. We cook for others, we use products for others, we spend our lives enslaved to someone or something else in one way or another. So who are we living for?
I have to say I'm pretty happy with the way I live my life. I'm in a safe place, I can afford to live, I'm looked after. The only thing, so far, I'm missing is a partner. I think in the breakdown of my last relationship I realised that I was living too much for someone else. I was spending all my life wondering if what I did was meeting with his approval. Did he like what I was wearing? Was I loving him enough? In reality, I don't think he actually cared! I realise that now.
I think now, in terms of my job, I'm doing it for the 100+ children who are in and out of my classroom on a daily basis. I am living to change lives and you know what? I'm actually ok with it. Yes it can be stressful but each day there are changes and I honestly think the kids are ok with it. When I spot a little face light ip or a mouth form a question that usually wouldn't dare be asked, I know that I'm living for the right reason.
It's not exactly a stress free profession and when there are more bad days than good in a week, it causes you to question whether you are living for the right reasons. When you can't reach out and inspire a child, when the child throws every effort you make back in your face with inappropriate language and file behaviour you do wonder if you are living the wrong life. However, on the flip side, when a child says words like 'Miss you're one of the best teachers' or 'she's relaxed nit she will absolutely bullock you if you go too far', you know that somewhere amongst the shift, you are doing a good thing.
To me, I haven't just chosen a job, I've chosen a way of life. Even when I'm in holiday mode I am still on to a certain degree. I still spot opportunities for learning that must be embraced, memorised and the regurgitated at the appropriate point. I find myself picking up books that I think my children would love, looking at things from the eyes of those who haven't been lucky enough to have what I have. I became a kind of surrogate mother the day I stepped into my classroom. It's hard not to be a sort of parent when you are responsible for children 6 hours a day. I'd to change that for the world either.
This blog has become a bit of a ramble so I'm going to stop. I'll post it but I'm. To too bothered about proof reading. It's been a stream of consciousness more than anything. The gist? I'm living for my job and I've never been happier.
I have to say I'm pretty happy with the way I live my life. I'm in a safe place, I can afford to live, I'm looked after. The only thing, so far, I'm missing is a partner. I think in the breakdown of my last relationship I realised that I was living too much for someone else. I was spending all my life wondering if what I did was meeting with his approval. Did he like what I was wearing? Was I loving him enough? In reality, I don't think he actually cared! I realise that now.
I think now, in terms of my job, I'm doing it for the 100+ children who are in and out of my classroom on a daily basis. I am living to change lives and you know what? I'm actually ok with it. Yes it can be stressful but each day there are changes and I honestly think the kids are ok with it. When I spot a little face light ip or a mouth form a question that usually wouldn't dare be asked, I know that I'm living for the right reason.
It's not exactly a stress free profession and when there are more bad days than good in a week, it causes you to question whether you are living for the right reasons. When you can't reach out and inspire a child, when the child throws every effort you make back in your face with inappropriate language and file behaviour you do wonder if you are living the wrong life. However, on the flip side, when a child says words like 'Miss you're one of the best teachers' or 'she's relaxed nit she will absolutely bullock you if you go too far', you know that somewhere amongst the shift, you are doing a good thing.
To me, I haven't just chosen a job, I've chosen a way of life. Even when I'm in holiday mode I am still on to a certain degree. I still spot opportunities for learning that must be embraced, memorised and the regurgitated at the appropriate point. I find myself picking up books that I think my children would love, looking at things from the eyes of those who haven't been lucky enough to have what I have. I became a kind of surrogate mother the day I stepped into my classroom. It's hard not to be a sort of parent when you are responsible for children 6 hours a day. I'd to change that for the world either.
This blog has become a bit of a ramble so I'm going to stop. I'll post it but I'm. To too bothered about proof reading. It's been a stream of consciousness more than anything. The gist? I'm living for my job and I've never been happier.
Tuesday, 29 January 2013
Boy wanted. Must have GSOH, good personal hygiene and all his own teeth.
When I split up with my long term boyfriend, I was left in a bit of a predicament. While I hadn't particularly cut myself off from my friends, I had accidentally fallen into the trap of ape ding a significant amount of time with him and less with them. I also was left with a low self esteem and confidence issues. These were not as a result of the break up and more a result of my own self awareness but still, the problem arose: what was I going to do now?
I find going clubbing absolutely repulsive. Being squashed inside a hot place where you can't talk just strikes me as absurd. The music is loud, the people are drunk and in some cases over the top and just irritate the shit out of me. Therefore finding someone in a club was out.Approaching someone in a bar or a cafe? Negative. I'm actually quite shy. I hate meeting new people. It makes me feel awkward, unsure of myself and just... Not happening.
It could have been possible to end up with a friend.... However, having been good close with my friends for a number of years, this didn't seem to have any potential m genuinely think that moving out of the friend zone would have been hard for all parties.
It was with some trepidation that I tapped the words 'free online dating' into google. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath before I dived in. Appropriate, giving that I joined Plenty Of Fish. Having filled out my profile it was a waiting game. It's always slightly nerve wracking wondering if you are going to get any messages? Is the person just judging from a picture? If you are a girl messaging a guy, are they going to judge you.
Online dating is a minefield. When I originally signed up I had a set of rules. No one younger than 21 and no one over 33. A person looking for a relationship, a commitment, not just a casual thing. Despite this, as the first messages pinged into my inbox, I found myself replying to all of them. I mean, it's rude not to yes? Unfortunately not all men think the same and don't reply but c'est la vie. One can only assume that they are so busy and inundated that they've missed me. I quickly realised that text speak is really annoying and will Instantly switch me off.
It also becomes increasingly boring when every message contains just the word 'hello'. It's certainly uninspiring and puts you hugely off meeting someone. I've been fairly lucky to come across a host of lovely men who, while I may not have ended up dating them, I've spent a good deal of time talking to and occasionally having a bit of fun with. I've also met a fair amount of men who are odd. I've encountered a range of fetishes from feet to gunge to rubber, and had messages purely commenting on my figure and attributes.
From this site I've met 2 men in person. One lied about his age and then turned out to be a bully. He found it appropriate to make comments about my weight until I stopped eating because I thought he'd be displeased. I was regulating my food intake with thoughts of 'well, A wouldn't like this' so clearly he had to go. I also met a lovely band guy. We clicked on so many levels and being with him was good. He vanished without a trace one day never to be heard of again, after I'd spent a significant amount of time in his bed.
It saddens me that guys like that are out there. I'll be honest, I fall quite fast and if my boxes are ticked then I'm willing to make a commitment. It would be amazing to find a bloke who didn't play mind games, didn't feel like he needed to hide his feelings.
It really is a minefield out there.
I find going clubbing absolutely repulsive. Being squashed inside a hot place where you can't talk just strikes me as absurd. The music is loud, the people are drunk and in some cases over the top and just irritate the shit out of me. Therefore finding someone in a club was out.Approaching someone in a bar or a cafe? Negative. I'm actually quite shy. I hate meeting new people. It makes me feel awkward, unsure of myself and just... Not happening.
It could have been possible to end up with a friend.... However, having been good close with my friends for a number of years, this didn't seem to have any potential m genuinely think that moving out of the friend zone would have been hard for all parties.
It was with some trepidation that I tapped the words 'free online dating' into google. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath before I dived in. Appropriate, giving that I joined Plenty Of Fish. Having filled out my profile it was a waiting game. It's always slightly nerve wracking wondering if you are going to get any messages? Is the person just judging from a picture? If you are a girl messaging a guy, are they going to judge you.
Online dating is a minefield. When I originally signed up I had a set of rules. No one younger than 21 and no one over 33. A person looking for a relationship, a commitment, not just a casual thing. Despite this, as the first messages pinged into my inbox, I found myself replying to all of them. I mean, it's rude not to yes? Unfortunately not all men think the same and don't reply but c'est la vie. One can only assume that they are so busy and inundated that they've missed me. I quickly realised that text speak is really annoying and will Instantly switch me off.
It also becomes increasingly boring when every message contains just the word 'hello'. It's certainly uninspiring and puts you hugely off meeting someone. I've been fairly lucky to come across a host of lovely men who, while I may not have ended up dating them, I've spent a good deal of time talking to and occasionally having a bit of fun with. I've also met a fair amount of men who are odd. I've encountered a range of fetishes from feet to gunge to rubber, and had messages purely commenting on my figure and attributes.
From this site I've met 2 men in person. One lied about his age and then turned out to be a bully. He found it appropriate to make comments about my weight until I stopped eating because I thought he'd be displeased. I was regulating my food intake with thoughts of 'well, A wouldn't like this' so clearly he had to go. I also met a lovely band guy. We clicked on so many levels and being with him was good. He vanished without a trace one day never to be heard of again, after I'd spent a significant amount of time in his bed.
It saddens me that guys like that are out there. I'll be honest, I fall quite fast and if my boxes are ticked then I'm willing to make a commitment. It would be amazing to find a bloke who didn't play mind games, didn't feel like he needed to hide his feelings.
It really is a minefield out there.
Thursday, 24 January 2013
24 and over the hill?
This week it was drawn to my attention that my life hasn't taken the shape that young girls expect their 24 year old life to be in. This stemmed from a discussion with my incredibly bright top set students on Tuesday and I've been sort of formulations this blog post ever since.
When I was 13, I vaguely imagined that I would be engaged by now, getting married before I turned 25 and expecting a baby at 26. As I got a bit older, I could imagine it clearly. Aged 16, I knew that I'd be living in a large house with a back garden, a Wendy house for my children, perhaps a dog but certainly smaller animals like rabbits or even, if I was really lucky, chinchillas! I'd have a loving husband. We'd have moved in together post university and everything would have just fallen nicely into place. I even starting bandying around names for my children - although these have subsequently changed! Come 17, I had my first 'proper relationship'. Bloody good it was too. We got on well, we laughed together, had common interests. He challenged me, made me feel worth something. We survived one of the toughest challenges of a young relationship, as we both went through uni and he even lived on a different continent for a while. Life was peachy. My dream was so tangible, I had even, in my head, painted our bedroom in neutral, calming colours and styled it like the sea.
18 flew by. 19. 20, 21, 22, 23... Then crash. Everything changed. Things we t over night from being comfortable and cosy to awkward and just friend like. It was a blow certainly but it was with the best of intentions we parted. Life as I knew it, my imagined, perceived inevitability was gone. Looking back now, a year and a bit past the event, I realise that we needed it. It was a very mutual thing and while we have our differences now, I don't begrudge him his happy new life with someone else... Although a little honesty might have been appreciated. C'est la vie huh?
So here I sit, aged 24 and a half. I'm in the reclining chair, there's a dog by my side and across the room? My mam on the sofa with the other dog. I've never left home s there's that part of the ideal life gone. I can't afford due to recession and uncertain job markets to get myself to a place of my own.its too unstable to make that commitment. At least here I am paying no rent and just contribute towards my food. I'm still in the bedroom that was my nursery although the decor is somewhat changed.
Engaged? Not likely. I made a foray into the world of online dating (perhaps that is a whole other blogpost) and have spoken to several men. Some of them suitable, some not. Some of the. Polite, interesting and down right weird as conversation progressed! Needless to say, this hasn't led to a long term relationship. Perhaps I'm scared of being hurt again? Perhaps I just don't have the confidence to go along with dates. Who knows but there is that part of the dream ripped up and shredded.
Children? Well that comes along with the engagement really. I've always said no children before marriage.
However, despite all of that and the sadness that has come with it, I'm fairly happy with my little life. I've had a series of confidence boosts from a series of lovely people. I'm in a better financial position than a lot of people I know. I still have my family. I've still got 3 living grandparents. I'm alive, I'm breathing and you know what? Perhaps that's all dreams of the future should be? Happy, healthy and not so refined? Life is supposed to be an adventure and nothing ever goes according to plan.
When I was 13, I vaguely imagined that I would be engaged by now, getting married before I turned 25 and expecting a baby at 26. As I got a bit older, I could imagine it clearly. Aged 16, I knew that I'd be living in a large house with a back garden, a Wendy house for my children, perhaps a dog but certainly smaller animals like rabbits or even, if I was really lucky, chinchillas! I'd have a loving husband. We'd have moved in together post university and everything would have just fallen nicely into place. I even starting bandying around names for my children - although these have subsequently changed! Come 17, I had my first 'proper relationship'. Bloody good it was too. We got on well, we laughed together, had common interests. He challenged me, made me feel worth something. We survived one of the toughest challenges of a young relationship, as we both went through uni and he even lived on a different continent for a while. Life was peachy. My dream was so tangible, I had even, in my head, painted our bedroom in neutral, calming colours and styled it like the sea.
18 flew by. 19. 20, 21, 22, 23... Then crash. Everything changed. Things we t over night from being comfortable and cosy to awkward and just friend like. It was a blow certainly but it was with the best of intentions we parted. Life as I knew it, my imagined, perceived inevitability was gone. Looking back now, a year and a bit past the event, I realise that we needed it. It was a very mutual thing and while we have our differences now, I don't begrudge him his happy new life with someone else... Although a little honesty might have been appreciated. C'est la vie huh?
So here I sit, aged 24 and a half. I'm in the reclining chair, there's a dog by my side and across the room? My mam on the sofa with the other dog. I've never left home s there's that part of the ideal life gone. I can't afford due to recession and uncertain job markets to get myself to a place of my own.its too unstable to make that commitment. At least here I am paying no rent and just contribute towards my food. I'm still in the bedroom that was my nursery although the decor is somewhat changed.
Engaged? Not likely. I made a foray into the world of online dating (perhaps that is a whole other blogpost) and have spoken to several men. Some of them suitable, some not. Some of the. Polite, interesting and down right weird as conversation progressed! Needless to say, this hasn't led to a long term relationship. Perhaps I'm scared of being hurt again? Perhaps I just don't have the confidence to go along with dates. Who knows but there is that part of the dream ripped up and shredded.
Children? Well that comes along with the engagement really. I've always said no children before marriage.
However, despite all of that and the sadness that has come with it, I'm fairly happy with my little life. I've had a series of confidence boosts from a series of lovely people. I'm in a better financial position than a lot of people I know. I still have my family. I've still got 3 living grandparents. I'm alive, I'm breathing and you know what? Perhaps that's all dreams of the future should be? Happy, healthy and not so refined? Life is supposed to be an adventure and nothing ever goes according to plan.
Monday, 21 January 2013
How are you educating yourself?
In my 344 questions books, one of the pages is based around how you educate yourself! I'm now a teacher so this is probably a question I should ask myself more frequently.
I went through a three tier school system which is unusual for most people. I attended first school from the ages of 4 to 9. I absolutely loved this school, it really helped me become the person I am today. I had one of the best teachers in the world who never pushed me too far and definitely nurtured me into the teacher I am today! My top memory from her is her hatching chicks in an incubator which we then had in our classroom!
Following this I attended a middle school from the ages of 9 to 13. It's was at the same school that my parents and my grandparents both attended. I don't remember a huge amount from my early years there, just that it was a happy time. When I was in my final year there, I became head girl and was immensely proud of this although it didn't mean I did a lot. Come final prize giving day at the end of year 8, I received a high number of awards so I was clearly working well!
High school becomes a bit of a mix of emotion for me. I'm not the skinniest of people and while that had never been a 'problem' in the past, it became something I was increasingly aware of as I went through school. Something which sticks in my mind is on an activity week having a full day of PE so just leaving my shorts on over lunch and having someone on the outskirts of my group of friends comment on my legs and the fact they were not like sticks. What a lovely feeling that was. I did acquire good friends there and I certainly wasn't lacking friends but that clearly had an impact for me to remember it 9 years later.
I then stayed on at high school and went to 6th form there rather than college. I enjoyed this but definitely cold have worked harder. It did however enable me to go on to study Sociology at university.
I'm the first person in my family to go to university so it was a BIG deal. My parents couldn't afford to pay for my university education with fees alone being over £3000 each year. I remained at home so didn't have to pay rent or board during this time so I managed on loans and grants. I didn't go into my overdraft at this time which is something I am proud of. It means that while I have student debt, I don't have credit cards or an overdraft to pay off. I don't think I budgeted particularly well but I didn't go out drinking as I really don't like that!
While at uni, I chose to do modules which appealed to me rather than being set subjects. From this I studied disability, sexuality, consumerism, identity and wrote my dissertation on the subject of love. I didn't choose my lecturers as such, I just picked topics I liked and then went with it!
I did we'll in my undergrad and then went on to study a PGCE. I loved this and although it was hard, I am now in a career that I love being the one who gives the education. I'm teaching a range of subjects and sincerely hope that I am making an impact and changing the way kids think.
Education matters and honestly? School years are some of the best of your life.
I went through a three tier school system which is unusual for most people. I attended first school from the ages of 4 to 9. I absolutely loved this school, it really helped me become the person I am today. I had one of the best teachers in the world who never pushed me too far and definitely nurtured me into the teacher I am today! My top memory from her is her hatching chicks in an incubator which we then had in our classroom!
Following this I attended a middle school from the ages of 9 to 13. It's was at the same school that my parents and my grandparents both attended. I don't remember a huge amount from my early years there, just that it was a happy time. When I was in my final year there, I became head girl and was immensely proud of this although it didn't mean I did a lot. Come final prize giving day at the end of year 8, I received a high number of awards so I was clearly working well!
High school becomes a bit of a mix of emotion for me. I'm not the skinniest of people and while that had never been a 'problem' in the past, it became something I was increasingly aware of as I went through school. Something which sticks in my mind is on an activity week having a full day of PE so just leaving my shorts on over lunch and having someone on the outskirts of my group of friends comment on my legs and the fact they were not like sticks. What a lovely feeling that was. I did acquire good friends there and I certainly wasn't lacking friends but that clearly had an impact for me to remember it 9 years later.
I then stayed on at high school and went to 6th form there rather than college. I enjoyed this but definitely cold have worked harder. It did however enable me to go on to study Sociology at university.
I'm the first person in my family to go to university so it was a BIG deal. My parents couldn't afford to pay for my university education with fees alone being over £3000 each year. I remained at home so didn't have to pay rent or board during this time so I managed on loans and grants. I didn't go into my overdraft at this time which is something I am proud of. It means that while I have student debt, I don't have credit cards or an overdraft to pay off. I don't think I budgeted particularly well but I didn't go out drinking as I really don't like that!
While at uni, I chose to do modules which appealed to me rather than being set subjects. From this I studied disability, sexuality, consumerism, identity and wrote my dissertation on the subject of love. I didn't choose my lecturers as such, I just picked topics I liked and then went with it!
I did we'll in my undergrad and then went on to study a PGCE. I loved this and although it was hard, I am now in a career that I love being the one who gives the education. I'm teaching a range of subjects and sincerely hope that I am making an impact and changing the way kids think.
Education matters and honestly? School years are some of the best of your life.
Monday, 14 January 2013
.. of the past. Twelve things for 2012
(Image courtesy of Weheartit.com)
1. Firsts
First full time job, first date... I'm sure there were many more. I feel like 2012 has been a year for me to experience lots of things that I hadn't had the opportunity to in the past.2. Bad choices
I have definitely not made some of the best choices in the last year, some of them resulting in me ending up hurt, down and most definitely feeling very unlike myself. For example, a lovely gentleman who had been pursuing me for a while and I have 'seen' occasionally over the last 12 months has turned out to be the biggest mind melt ever. He's made me feel worthless, cheated and this has to change! In 2013, I am going to be more self aware and try to work things out before I just dive in!
3. Saying yes.
I think this goes in line with first dates. I've said yes to a lot more things over the last year. Partially inspired by Zoe over at Zoella with the linked post. If it wasn't for that attitude, I'd definitely not have had half of the experiences that I have had and you know what? I survived. I find meeting people really hard sometimes and have found this last year and I can say yes and I will be alright at the end of it.
(Image from weheartit.com)
4. Success
It was with a heavy heart in the summer that I had to say goodbye to a job that I absolutely adored. The problem with teaching contracts at the moment is that it is incredibly difficult to land something permanent. I spent a year working as an Intervention teacher and English teacher and had amazing results. Something clearly just clicked with the children I had and we all just got along beautifully. Luckily, I managed to make an impression on a Headteacher while I was looking around a school and I was drafted in at the close of the year to take over a full time job from Christmas. While this is only until the summer, I am hoping it will be fruitful!
5. Holidays
If meeting someone new terrifies me as I've mentioned above, going on holiday with someone I had met twice must have been something very, very brave! Luckily, J is one of my best friends now and I know I can trust her with anything. We spent a week in Tossa de Mar in Spain. It could have been horrible - we might have fought, fallen out, not had enough in common but honestly? Best experience of my life. Our holiday was so relaxed and just what I needed at the end of a tough year. We did very little apart from soak up the culture and drink cocktails. This needs to be a frequent thing.
(Image courtesty of weheartit.com)
6. Adventures
These MUST continue in 2013. I visited Alnwick (repeatedly), Berwick, York, Durham, Manchester, Edinburgh (twice) and Derby to stay with J. I have 2 favourites of all of these. A lovely day spent at Edinburgh zoo with A and a trip with J to a butterfly garden. I love just randomly getting in my car and driving to somewhere or getting on a train and seeing what happens. This will definitely, definitely still happen. I want to go to Manchester again this year and also visit London. There's usually a trip to York in there too!
7. Health
Last year I finally too the bull by the horns and decided I needed to get a grip on my feminine health. For a while now, I've suspected I had symptoms of PCOS. I manned up and spoke to my Doctor who immediately referred me on for scans and tests. 2013 is going to be a year of health so there are plans for weight loss and generally getting healthier which can help to reduce my symptoms. I really don't know why it took me so long to sort it out!
8. Books
There were so many good books in 2012. Hunger Games trilogy was amazing and I definitely enjoyed the books more than the film... I'll also go on record as saying I have read 50 Shades of Grey and enjoyed all of them. It's not exactly amazing literature but it is nice easy reading. I don't think I read anything absolutely groundbreaking, I held onto my love for Jodi Picoult novels and discovered a love for Diana Chamberlain!
9. Camera
I got a couple of new cameras in 2012. I treated myself to an old school Diana f+ camera. It's been used a couple of times but I spend time just being baffled by it. I really need to take it out a lot more and actually learn how to use it. I also splashed out and purchased a DSLR. I absolutely love this and would say it is the best money I have EVER spent. I've been told my photos are really good and that you can see how much effort I am putting into it. I am going on a photography course later in 2013 so that will shed further light!
10.Dating
Dating is an absolute minefield. While I have spoken to some lovely people this year who I just didn't feel like I could date with the right intentions, I've also managed to date some absolute idiots. The first person I went on a date with, I ended up in a relationship for a while. He seemed really lovely, we clicked... then he turned into a bully. It wasn't my favourite time and left me with some severe doubts about myself! I've also dated a guy who I was with back in my school days. Unfortunately he now lives away and I let that colour my ideas of whether I could be with him. When I look back to it now, I really am thinking that I could have made the wrong decision.
11. Friends
I've discovered some of my most treasured friends this year. They all know who they are and if they don't I need to rectify that. When the chips have been down this year, there have been people I have turned to without fail and I am eternally grateful for all of them. There's been a lot of down moments and the most surprising people have been there. I now consider one of my closest friends to be an ex colleague who I haven't seen since I left my job. We speak every day and very often she really cheers me up. Another is an internet chum who isn't even in this country! I love it when she comes home to visit though. Honestly, I could not be without these people!
(Image courtesy of weheartit.com)
12. Guilty Pleasures
In those moments this year when I have wanted to close the door, shut the curtains, get into my pjs and just not move, I have been addicted to blogs and youtube. My youtube subscriptions went from zero to 15 in about 3 months. I am addicted to Alfie on PointlessBlog, MarcusButlerTV, JacksGap, Zoella, Sprinkleofglitter and oh so many more! I also developed an absolute obsessed love for Ed Sheeran! That man is amazing.
So there we have it - my year in 12 steps. It felt so bizarre to think back over it like that. It was, on the whole, a good year though and I am determined to make 2013 better!
Introduction
Although I have had a blog in the past, it's not been something that I've managed to maintain for a long time so... here goes nothing!
The idea for this came to me last night, in that point of consciousness where you aren't quite asleep and aren't quite awake. It wouldn't leave me alone until I turned the light back on and wrote down what it was that I wanted. The title of 'Dee dreams' just kept banding on in my head and I felt like it was a good thing.
For Christmas I was given a book titled '344 Questions?' and I intend to use that to fuel the blog and keep things moving. I'd also really like to use it as a place to discuss my photos and how they reflect me.
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