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Here I stand

12 Sep

ImageFilm and television studies at Aberystwyth, the best decision I have ever made. Looking back, it’s one of the first decision’s I’ve made that were truly my own. Not that of those around me, mine. 

Yes I liked science. Yes biology would have been more respected academically. Did I want to do that? No.

Yes  I could have been a nurse. Yes it would have gotten me a job more easily. Was that my idea? Certainly not. Mother likes to meddle in her child’s lives. 

Yes my grades influenced my choices. Yes I could have worked harder and done something else. Would I be happy? Not at all.

Yes I could have gone to different uni. Yes even one that is “better” than where I am. Does that make me a fool? Maybe. I’m not sure that’s important though. 

There are so many little things that have lead me here. Begging my second year I see that now. Wanting to impress a guy, wanting to ignore others, most of all wanting to be me. Wanting to create, wanting to question, wanting to live my life. 

So here I stand, looking backward. No regrets. Content. 

To all the kids applying this year, make your decision. Not anyone else’s. 

This for this weeks weekly writing challenge. 


Weekly writing challenge: I remember

5 Aug

I remember

It was late 2008, maybe early 2009. Those were the days, the days that we spent, singing, laughing and loving every moment we weren’t in class. 20 minutes in the morning and then 45 for lunch so about an hour a day and that was all it took. A group of friends we were the perfect misfits. Well actually we called ourselves the ninjas until some idiot tried to blame me for coining the term lunch crew. I hated that phrase at the time and I still do. Ninjas are cool. Crews live on boats.

Words were flying across the group, not quite chaotic nonsense but hey we were teenagers so not far from it. In our normal room. I wish we’d taken more pictures in there.  For the briefest moment we tuned all of that out, lost in our own little world of head phones and iPods. We were talking about our favourite songs at the time and it was just after I had given up and given in. A decision I will forever regret as of a few weeks after this event when words were said in the far off land of the school ski trip to Austria. Words not registered that we have never spoken of since. You will never know how sorry am I for that night.

Either way back to the songs. My taste hasn’t changed, it is still Stockholm Syndrome and I will probably continue to love Muse for some time. You still like the band yours was by; I have no idea if it is still your favourite though. Walking Disaster, by Sum 41. You put my headphones in your iPod and told me to tell you when it really kicked in. Then there was the air drumming, guitaring and general loving of the song.

“It’s not as good because it’s the live version.”


I wish I could have appreciated that moment at the time. Instead It’s here, crystal clear in my head yet most likely distorted by my mind given how many times it’s been repeated.

Hey look it auto-corrected the ps in iPod to be capitals. I guess that’s branding for you.

Also yes software, favourite has a u in it. I am English for God’s sake.

This is my response to this weeks weekly writing challenge, if you couldn’t tell.

Social Olympics: I have too much time on my hands

13 Aug

As a teenager I managed to be on holiday throughout London 2012. This meant I had plenty of time to watch the BBC coverage live. Maybe a little too much of my summer has been spent watching sport rather then doing anything productive like continuing on the story I’m working on. None the less I took advantage of that time, living in Coventry however I was also given the fantastic opportunity of being up the road from part of the games and being in the same time zone as the games. Continue reading