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30 Day Blogging Challenge – Day 28

Most Embarrassing Moment

Um. It’s hard to say, most of the moments I can think of are more humiliating than just embarrassing.

I would probably say the time in fifth year of high school when I blacked out at the end of lunch and fell into the one puddle in the middle of the courtyard. It was June, but Scotland, hence there still being a puddle. I woke to find the whole school crowded around me waiting to see if I was dead or not, then the eruption of laughter as they realised I wasn’t dead… I was confused, I thought I was home watching Hollyoaks and couldn’t remember falling at all.

I got called Puddle Girl for a month.

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Posted in Blogging Challenge, Education, Musings, University

30 Day Blogging Challenge – Day 25

Your Biggest Regret

While it’s not good to have regrets about things we can’t change… what I do regret is all the times in my life where I took the passive route instead of being more actively involved in my own life.

Times where I left early to go home and nap (I do love to nap btw), or missed out on opportunities because I couldn’t be bothered or didn’t feel like it. How often do we have to do things we don’t feel like doing because we must? Therefore when there’s the chance to do something fun but we’re not quite feeling up to it, then surely the right answer is just to do it anyway.

A lot of my regrets are linked to choices I made or didn’t make related to school, college, and uni. I wish at school I could have been more involved and invested in what school represented instead of being distracted by stupid arguments and dramas I can’t even remember anymore. If only I hadn’t taken the easy route, I could have gained a load of highers in fifth year instead of running out on the classes I did well on simply because I couldn’t face another year with said teachers. This is how I ended up being a fifth year with a free period (because I dropped music class), left Int 2 Maths instead of trying to work at it, and taking Int 2 ART in sixth year. What the hell! I wish I hadn’t drifted so much, school wasn’t a means to an end, it was just clocking time until my real life began. (It hasn’t really, yet.)

College the first year was great, I picked a bunch of subjects I was really excited about but then even though I had more free time than I did at school (but with an hour’s travel each way) I still looked to skin more time for myself, which meant leaving at lunchtime instead of spending time with friends – this could have solidified relationships more, gave me more time to study, made me feel less guilty about not studying at home. By the second year, I chose to resit classes I did in high school simply because it meant I’d already completed the course assessments and effectively would have more time to study for the final exam. That’s how I failed higher geography twice, upgraded my higher French and Biology from Cs to Bs… not that anyone bothered telling me they wouldn’t count. Not that anyone ever bothered informing me that four years of highers did nothing for me but kill time and make me realise I never wanted to study Psychology again. Le sigh.

In terms of Uni, I’m still in a love/hate relationship with Spanish. I really wanted to study Italian and preferably in Glasgow… yet every uni in Scotland that offered Italian to degree level all flipped me off and that’s how I ended up doing Spanish at Aberdeen. My consolation to myself was that at least Spanish was a language, it was related to Italian and it was better than doing a degree in something I had little interest in. And again, we come back to the same problems I did at college and school. I buried my head when things got tough and I coasted instead of facing and owning up to the challenges I experienced. I was taking 25 hours of classes a week, working 25 hours a week, travelling to-and-from work for around 12 hours a week and living in student accommodation where I was only allowed to sleep for about 4 or fewer hours a night. Thanks to all this effort just to make ends meet and maintain my place at uni, there wasn’t a lot of time to study… not that I usually had the energy left to study… it was difficult to keep up my great grades and I passed well enough, but it only made subsequent years harder as Spanish got harder and the dreaded year abroad loomed closer.

When I started second year, I had my adviser meeting on the first day of freshers where my tutor (who was also my Spanish teacher) asked me if I was still happy doing Spanish. I said yes without hesitating, and honestly that moment has haunted me ever since…

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30 Day Blogging Challenge – Day 11

10 Favourite Foods

  1. Spaghetti Napoli (done right and with loads of garlic)/ Amatriciana (so long as there’s no olives)
  2. Pizza with no cheese or with vegan cheese (I see you, Pizza Hut!)
  3. Steak
  4. Prawn Cocktail in Dairy-Free sauce.
  5. Roast Turkey dinner with all the trimmings. Broccoli instead of sprouts though.
  6. Duck Spring Rolls.
  7. Falafel and houmous.
  8. Mac and dairy free cheese sauce & garlic bread
  9. Wetherspoon’s double fried/seasoned chips (doesn’t seem to be a thing anymore)/ Sweet Potato Fries from anywhere!
  10. Bread.

This list is a con though. I’m a total foodie so to constrict me to just ten favourite foods is a sham!

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30 Day Blogging Challenge – Day 24

What attracts you (in love)

Um, have you met me? I study and work too much to date.

However, I guess for me the true attraction lies in being comfortable around someone. When the conversation never needs to be forced, when you can make each other laugh and have a bit of banter. When there’s no rush or need to be defined as ‘something’ instead just enjoying what is.

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30 Day Blogging Challenge – Day #23

If You Won The Lottery…

It’s funny because this question always reminds me of language classes when trying to learn how to use the subjunctive/if-clauses/imperfect subjunctive. Usually the responses were fairly run-of-the-mill because everyone was too freaked out with trying to understand the subjunctive.

In reality, my response is boring… I’d buy a house, a detached house, and preferably it would be several hundred meters away from my neighbours. Beyond that, I’d use the rest for travelling comfortably and staying in holiday apartments or quirky hotels.