Day 2.

After 4 and a half hours of frees, everyone wanted to cry

So, it's monday, and I had lessons from 11.15 onwards until 5pm and it was totally exhausting and all I wanted to do was go home and sleep. I could of probably slipped in a quick nap in Law but it's kinda difficult to sleep when you've got a lecturer who likes to randomly shout your name and ask you to answer questions because you're the only person who's name she can ever remember. I swear, if I have to answer a question on delegated legislation once more then I will cry and run out and throw my textbooks down the stairs.

One good thing came out of today though; I finally got my scholarship and I finally understand what it is that I'm supposed to be doing in Photography. I had to write a proposal of work today and it turns out that the coursework I've been struggling with? I was the only one to even bother handing it in. We were finally given an overview of the project we're working with and now I know what to do, it doesn't seem that difficult. It should be fun!



Harry, or Hobo Jesus as he's also known, being a ledge.

Sarah-Beth and Charlotte, (and Tim in the corner) at Lunch

Only got about 20 photos today because I had to go collect my scholarship and that took a lot longer than what I thought it would. It apparently takes 20 minutes to take a group shot (of about 15 people) and then hand out cheques. Right. I also had to shake hands with the principle who thinks I 'have a pretty name' well thanks dude, can't really take credit for that one though, can I! I think my look of why are you talking to me? probably summed that one up, though...




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September.:

"You leave me too soon in September, just when the leaves are falling, crying for the chance to be stable, with a branch at grasp. You say goodbye too often in September, I was there at 9am, stroking at your skin, and telling you that I was there (and I would always be there). You responded with a silent sleepy sigh. You kissed me less in September, and I thought we would be ending, I ran my fingers over the knots in your spine (one, two, three,). Three months until you're tired, of my reckless, heart bleeding ways, three months until you realised, I too, was a fleeting month."

No I won't cry myself to sleep, like a sucker

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I'm 16 and well on the way to being 60. I like pastel colours and old music and Lana Del Rey and Elvis and I drink a lot of coffee and eat a lot of bacon. I set this blog up to document my remaining days of being a teenager and to document my progress in my A Level in Photography.