Monthly Archives: July 2012

Happy Holidays


So, last week, we jetted off to the sunny climes of Clacton. Well, not exactly, we spent three hours in the car, but that’s neither here nor there. Now, for those of you who don’t know where that is, it’s in the pleasant little area of Essex and I’m sorry to say, but I think it’s safe to say, that from our experience,we found the stereotype of the general Essex public not to be far wrong. I’ve come to the conclusion that all elderly members of society with the negative stereotypical view on all youth must come from Essex because I have to say, the boisterous, brash attitude of the majority of people there didn’t quite float my boat as sitting on the beach wasn’t always the most relaxing experience. Also, we discovered, Clacton closes at approximately seven o’clock in the evening. Amusements and attractions are closed the fireworks were cancelled and we were even kicked out of a family pub.
The tall, hard looking bouncer told us “no under 18s on the premises after 9 o’clock”. This was at quarter to nine. “You won’t be served in time” he said. And it was then I gave him that look to say “just watch me.”
But by all means, don’t let any of that put you off and if you’re interested in going to that area of the beautiful British country, then all I can say is Weeley Bridge is the place to stay. A small caravan park just outside Clacton. I guess you could say it’s just another ordinary little holiday park, from the outside, but it has to be said that there are five people that made it what it was. Five people that made my holiday. So for that, I want to thank the staff of Weeley Bridge. As soon as we met the manager we were treated like old friends; watching reality TV together, coming to our caravan for a chat, giving me a free birthday drink, right to finding out the lottery numbers for me. All of them were amazing, radiating that happy holiday feeling all around, so full of energy and wonderfully talented and adopting us as happiest table. Then there was Keiren. Now, normally, I don’t like to name an shame in my blog but really, there is no other way to describe him. No one else could have even made me consider karaoke however, after listening to a side splitting performance of Shaggy, including the entire rap, an interesting take on the scissor sister’s “I don’t feel like dancing”, using helium to reach the right octave, and a very questionable rendition of his “signature” song, “superstition” how could I resist. Keiren, you really made my night. Even the Weather was kind to us that week, so how could I complain really?
So, if ever for some reason, you’re planning on heading over to that neck of the woods, be consoled that it is not all that bad, and Weeley Bridge is the place to stay. I’ll be honest, we didn’t have exceptionally high expectations for Clacton, but this exceeded them above and beyond, because at the end of the day, it’s impossible to be homesick when you’re part of the family so thanks for a great holiday everyone 🙂


Decisions, Dilemmas and Definite Dramas


My first full days at college. The intention of giving potential students a taste of what the the college day would be like in order to make an informed decision on where to go and what to do. Decisions.
Well, here are my days…
Day 1 – First up, English literature. I was looking forward to this subject, one of the few I knew I wanted to do. That was until we started discussing John Steinbeck’s intention when presenting the American dream. Now, I’ve just spent two years studying the American dream in “Of Mice and Men” by John Steinbeck and to say I was’t a fan would be a slight understatement. I’m not going to do a book review, it’s not really worth it, but it is the bedtime story you read to children when they’ve been naughty. Also, when the teacher asked us to feed back and said “Now I know you’re all the quiet book-y people…” How wrong he was. Up next was English language. This was fine until we were paired up. I turned to the person next to me only to find out my new partner was Polish. She had been living in England for about a year, and in that time her English had gotten pretty good. However, when we started playing around with prefixes and suffixes and finding as many possible meanings for one word, I didn’t want to be the one to tell her she was in the wrong class. We found it hard to understand each other particularly when she began by introducing herself as something I can only take a guess as being “ldkghkjfgha dgljgksd” and so decided not to address her by name when working. I then went on to media studies which was an interesting experience. We went into groups with people on our table and started the typical ice-breaking conversation. We exchanged names and schools we had come from. When I told this girl which school I had come from she asked if I knew a girl there. Which I did. She then responded with “to cut a long story short, our dogs are having babies.” We then had a task in which to come up with a film/TV programme idea at which a girl in my group with a hoarse voice and large skull ring suggested a zombie apocalypse film where everyone dies. I laughed along before realizing everyone in the group was nodding along in serious agreement. Andso the zombie apocalypse began. Then on to drama. I quickly found the boy I knew and we agreed to stick adamantly together for the course of the hands on session. Finally Spanish. Not much to tell except the whole lesson was conducted in Spanish, which sounds obvious but by the end of a long day feeling tired, I walked into the classroom, was greeted with an enthusiastic “Hola!” and thought “this isn’t for me”. It wasn’t all bad though, I had a boy in my class called Charlie Brown, and that made my day.
Day 2 – Half past seven; half past seven my bus left. I was then told I needed ID to buy my bus ticket. I still need ID even to buy an age 12 rated DVD at Asda, but Iv’e never needed ID to prove I’m young enough. I guess my diminished stature had always done that for me. Anyway, I got let off but my friends, who were eligible for adult bus tickets, were each charged five pounds for a return to the college and back. Daylight robbery. Well we got there and I started the day with drama. Again the ice-breaking began at which I explained where I was from and was somewhat surprised when my new friend hadn’t heard of it. She then said she had come from “Al Ain” and I looked quizzically at her. She then mentioned a town I had never heard of and I continued to look puzzled. She soon responded with “have you heard of Dubai?” Dubai? That’s a whole other country! “It’s quite near there” she said. Well we did fancy stuff with sounds and lighting and this college day pretty much went as the first one did with all the same lessons. Plus a freshers fair in the middle. A sportshall absolutely packed with hundreds of people barely able to move. Students lining the hall shouting “Basketball! Cricket! Amnesty International!” And some very awkward conversations explaining I wansn’t in the slightest bit interested in some of the societies and groups on offer, but more interested in the free food they had to offer. I had been nervous about this day but in all honesty, the most stressful things were the inadequate maps and waiting for the bus. You’d think being charged a fiver it would at least turn up on time, particularly in the rain.
Now the dilemma. After day 1 I was adamant that was where I wanted to go. Then after day 2 I was back to square one. And on square one I’ll stay being force fed opinionated incentives to persuasively lure me into others’ chosen colleges. What a drama 🙂