Its truly truly happened. I’ve left school for the big wide world of university life.

It happened in a whirl of tears, present giving, photo taking and chip eating. I spent the afternoon alternately travelling with/to get/to find my friends and enjoying time with them once I got there - I hope my life pretty much pans out that way.

I rubbed my timetable off my whiteboard and the bit where I intended too (but never really did) write homework. Now its filled with exam dates and holiday plans.

…wow…

Its so new - I can’t imagine how life is gonna work now.

Eek
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

P.s James has set up a site to collect together all our videos etc of the days
here

There I was struggling away with a history essay when I realised; oooh, I could make a blog post. So, would you look at that I am! Procrastination Queen, that’s me; when the going gets tough, do something else for a while until you absolutly have to go back and face it again. The title is “which of these sources is most useful as evidence for the way in which bladi bladi bla” and all I can think of is that sesame street song “which of these things is not like the other, one of these things just isn’t the same…” and then….”oooh evidence; I have a CSI recorded and waiting for me!”
It amazing how quickly you forget to do things, like write a clear, succinct essay with valid points and a flowing argument. You can spend your whole schooling life trying to hone the technique to perfection, and yet two weeks after not doing it and its like beating your head on a wall. Such is life’s continuous uphill struggle. *sigh*
Its also amazing how much you can get done when you’re avoiding something. Things you never knew needed to be done, but now that they are your life feels a little more complete; I’ve uploaded photos to facebook and carefully tagged everyone in it, giving each on a witty caption. I’ve organised iTunes again. I’ve drunk 3 pints of tea (I know its 3 pints - the massive ’starbucks’ mug I own contains one pint and I’ve drunk 3; I did the math!)
On other totally unrelated things, I’m looking for a new theme. I’ve got one or two lined up mentally, but my favourate currently isn’t really working (isn’t it always the way!) and Its gonna need customisation anyway because the header is a bit dull. So, watch this space!
Ok, I don’t think I can put it off any more…
Back the essay

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
P.s Riding tomorrow :D I’ll maybe even get some photos!

Today I walked through the front doors of sixth form, not really registering that this was the last time I’d leave them as a year 12. All I thought was
Wow, time really has flown
We ended the year (naturally) with cake, cookies and lemonade and some last minute advice and revision from a few teachers.

I feel…I feel like I should be feeling something right now!
Year 12 ended today and I just finished my first year of Sixth form, but it feels like I only just joined it!
How can I possibly have completed a full AS course in 4 subjects, and now be expected to complete 11 exams over the next month?!

But I know I will; I did it for GCSEs and I can do it again damnit!
I might lack anything that resembles a social life, and I might go crazy (maybe so people don’t say
Kat, yeh she’s crazy, but in a good way
and more say something along the lines of
Kat, yeh she’s crazy, went off the rails during her AS exams…never really been the same
It will be worth it at the end. It will
(I hope…)

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

Today was the joke that is General Studies! Yes, my class had a teacher who, fo all his talking, the only thing I really noticed was what a little head he had and what shiny shiny shoes he had! I could see my face in them!
Anyway, the unit right now is ’space’ but it all went down hill right from the start when he asked us to do a graph and then followed that up with the statement
And as you can see they have, inaccurately, referred to it as a ‘bar chart’ when clearly they are asking for a bar graph. But because it is General Studies we must forgive them. Also could you please note the incorrectly placed labeling of the sources as a foot note as opposed to the correct… I don’t remember how they should have correctly done it because I was too busy dying a little inside to listen.
Once we’d all stared at him with contempt, and finally picked up pen or pencil and sullenly scribbled something that might look vaguely bar graph like. He asked us to examine said graphs and tell him Why there might be less Vans on the road
Sam: Better mail.
Teacher …sorry?
Sam:*Vague and slightly insane smile* Yup…
He quickly changed the subject when he realised we were all laughing so hard Gemma was actually crying.

Of course Luke had to push his luck and shout something about someone sucking cock. Or something of equal intellect and interest. We then got a talking to
All off you SHUT UP and ask yourself 3 questions - where are you!? Who are you? And why are you doing this
So I did so in my head - 1) room SF12 2) Kat 3) I am forced too by the school because they get paid a lot of money.
I then realised he was telling us the answers and also threatening us with having our sign-out privileges in year 13 removed. Silly man! Just because my form might have decided not to do the most recent general studies exam because we might have not have a teacher and so actually couldn’t be bothered and apparently have given ourselves a reputation as being the worst form to have for general studies. That doesn’t mean he can go and get all…‘Luigi’ on us.
(He just so happens to look like a certain Nintendo games character, but I cant say which - the school might kick me out of sixth form. Ridiculous I know but last year a boy nearly did because he just wrote teachers REAL names on his blog.)

And some teachers wonder why every students hates general studies with a fiery passion.
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

At around break-time there was an audible scream of desperation and frustration from pretty much every biology student. Today, we all received an email explaining to us that the ‘exam board’ had got the question wrong that we were all studying, and instead of trying to find the Lowest temperature, we were meant to be finding the lowest-high temperature. The reason I say ‘exam board’ is because apparently the teachers decided to only tell us today, rather than when they knew LAST THURSDAY! So one teacher watched us sit and count individual cells and work out the percentage of the dead ones, whilst another marked and gave back coursework despite having had a discussion with a teacher from the other groups, saying that we were doing it wrong.
*Allows steam to pour from ears*
So now pretty much all of us have to change our work.
DAMN THEM TO YEAST HELL!

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

I’ve recently been asked “Why would I need a stirrer, other than to stir things?!” and “Can I have 10 water baths in my exoeriment do you think? Does teh school even have 10 water baths!?” by Ayla and I’m sitting surrounded by selotape and bits of horse food; I think that its that time of year again, Coursework Panic Season - when every one starts coursework they should have started about a week earlier. I’m doing NVQ written work which involves me sticking horse food down and describing it and Ayla is completing her biology task. At the moment mine consists of approximatly 30 / 1000 words - and those were saftey points I took from my previous one. DAMN!
The Biology Planning Task they gave us this year consists of the impossible - kill yeast.
The buggers seem to be able to survive freezing at -14 degrees c! A few even survived being boiled into a thick paste. Biology Teacher says she expects a letter from the exam board apologising for the ridiculous nature of the task and the mis-use of the the word kill where denature should have been.
Mmmmm

ANWHO!
I was recently accepted into Random Shapes blogging community so I’m feeling a little bit sparkley special :D
Check out some truly great blogs! I’m currently running an RSS Feed (I think thats what its called) to It’s raining noodles! so go give her a read - very funny and very random
Also, go look at my new Photo Page
(wow, I like having the link button :p)

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

“That’s what you have to be careful of in a relationship; being taken advantage of!”
*Everyone exchanges confused glances*
“I’m not talking about me or anything!”
It seems my History teacher is not just content with telling us about Nazi Economics; he also likes to give us relationship counselling.
Oh and he seems to delight in telling us about his life plans
“Me and my fiancé were thinking about giving up the day jobs and just having lots of baby’s!”
“OH GOD! NOT MULTIPLE LITTLE MC-HISTORY-TEACHER’S!”
He wasn’t too impressed about our response, but I do think we have a right to be harsh seeing as he still hasn’t marked our essays we did about 3 weeks ago! His excuse was reports and being ill. At least Friday lessons seem to have turned into Freeday Friday, since we implemented Pieday Friday, whereby we all take it in turns to provide cakes every Friday. Last Friday we coloured in little books all lesson and apparently this Friday we get to play everybody’s favourite game: Germanopoly!

Dear god…

Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

“Its a nice neighbourhood really.”
*pause*
“Ayla…it had spray painted on one of the walls!”
“Yes, well…they’re nocking that wall down soon; its all taped off”
Oh Ayla Ayla Ayla! We love you so, you long haired Ginge!

Today at lunch me and my friends decided to rank ourselves on the ‘Slaggy-Scale’. Yes, we are A-Level studants and have alot of coursework, yet we find time to amuse ourselves!
I was ranked either 5/6 or 6/6 (as in not slaggy) so yay me! Then again I was up against Easy-Emma and Slaggy-Kirstin
*cowers* NOT MY WORDS KIRSTIN! THOSE WERE EMMA’S!

Girls today really arn’t what they used to be; no standards!
Ah well

Yum…I’m drinking an Innocent Smoothie (Mangoes and Passion Fruits incase you were wondering!)
I love Innocent Smoothies so so so so much! They’re so smooth and juicy and tasty. And they’re “Never ever ever from concentrates, Or you can tell [their] mums”

I’m not being paid by the way; I am quite happy to freely exclaim the wonderfulness of Smoothies!
Way better than juice; thicker.
They give you lots of fruit; that means fibre and vitamins.
They smell so so good; that comes from natural fruityness.
Only one draw-back. I don’t get them very often; Too damn expensive

Talking of money - I want a job.
Well ok thats a lie. I want my highly romantasised idea of a job; me working in a small coffee shop perhaps, mingling with customers, making wonderfully aromatic coffee and cleaning already neat tables. Or perhaps at my local pet shop, cleaning, feeding and watering the animals, petting them too. Giving customers advice on how best to look after their newly aquired friend.
Naturally I know that I’d be paid peanuts in the coffee shop and the work would be hard, long and hot. Also I know that I’d be lugging around saw-dust and straw in the pet shop and I’d get fed up of cleaning scummy fish tanks. But hey, you can only dream right?
I think I will actually see if my local Sea Pets does have any vacances. Would be ideal seeing as its a five minute walk away.

I’ll do that after I’ve booked my riding lesson, texted friends and watched some Tv.
So never…

Lotsa love
Kat
xxx

“I didn’t know they killed children!” *looks horrified* “I mean I knew they persecuted millions of Jews gypsies, mentally and physically deformed people and blacks. But CHILDREN!“

…Yes, just one comment from a history class (we’re studying life in Nazi Germany)
Now it does make my blood boil a little bit when I hear this kind of comment; I mean, seriously…
Okay I sound a bit like a Nazi myself not to be surprised but seriously. What the hell do people think the Nazi’s did to children? Give them candy and a pat on the head?

No, corse not! They put them in gas ambulances and sent their ashes home to their parents with a post card informing said parent that their child had been ‘weak’.
In todays lesson we did about Nazi policy on women (using the oh so mature method of a little paper book :D!) but its safe to say I’d be a crap Nazi women. For one you have to want to have about 300 children, and having just the one scares the bejeebees outta me! You also have to be a domestic goddess; well I can cook, and uhm…I guess I could wave a duster around the place. As for tidying, FORGET IT! I don’t do tidy
I guess that is a good thing; I may be blonde and I may have blue eyes BUT I DON’T CLEAN!

Mmmm, well today went to speak to Scary-Mary (so ingeniously christened loudly by a boy in my form, whilst she was in the room!)
“SO, where is scary-Mary to register us!”
“Uhm…Michael…Mike…she’s…” *points*
“Oh. Hi miss”
It had our form laughing so hard, one boy ended up actually lying on the floor crying.
ANYWAY! I went to speak to Scary-Mary about my psychology coursework. She so usefully told me EXACTLY what she’d already written, looked vaguely at me and asked if I had any problems. I was about to say something, when I realised anything I needed to know, would be best left to my actual psychology teacher.

I’m writing this whilst watching one of Bill Baily’s first stand up comedy ‘Cosmic Jam’. Honestly, its a little bit rambley (very much like this post) and I WAY preferred Part Troll, but that’s not surprising really as he was more experienced etc,.
I love Bill Baily.
I also love Dylan Moran.
How are those two related? Well naturally the GENIUS of Black Books. If you haven’t heard of that, go to Amazon…AND BUY IT! It’s so funny, me and my friends have used it to soften the blows of break ups, to enjoy whilst drunken and energetically excersizing (how do you spell that?! I can’t. I’m a wee bit shit at spelling if you hadn’t noticed!) on the ski machine.
Its very much a consolidation of alot of weird and zany thoughts that I have; Freud would say it plays out my fantasy’s and that’s why I enjoy it so much. Maybe I secretly want to own a book shop with a hygienically stunted, curly haired, chain smoking, alcoholic Irish bloke. Maybe not.

Anyway, thats enough for one ramble
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx

…all shiney and new…
Oh god the HORROR
(well you imagine your slightly deranged, ginger English Literature teacher singing that in a pink shirt and clashing purple tie…I can’t even remember why he did it! I just know it scared me! Sorry, I deviate; I do that alot you know!)

Its been a while! But people kept poking me to get going again so I’m going to make an effort to write everytime I can think of something interesting (and probably even if I can’t)
Cross my heart!

I have recently (if Christmas is recent) been informed my cousin’s read this which is a little bit scary, but I guess a good thing; you guys can see the real me, rather than the ‘family’ me

I’m at that age, standing at the edge of my future reluctantly looking over the edge, into the abyss of adult-hood and really wishing I could go back to the days before people asked you The Question.
Yes The Question.
The Question.
The one that scares me to death
“So, what do you want to do?”
AHHH! CRAP!
Uhhhhm *looks around desperately for duvet to hide under* I don’t know! Damn, I mean I’m only 16 (well nearly 17). I don’t know!
However I realise this isn’t the most mature line of action. So after much thought, I’ve realised the only thing I can realisticaly see myself doing at Uni is Psychology. Its always interested me, I’m enjoying the A level so far and those seem good enough reasons as any to take it.
Nevertheless I realise one (did I just use the word ‘one’ to refer to myself…dear lord…) needs a back up plan, Plan B, just in case. So my plan B is a Mounted Police Officer
“what if you get shot”
“I’ll wear a bullet proof vest!”
“They don’t cover your legs…”
“A bullet proof suit then!!”
See, I have considered every eventuality.
…I think I need a Plan C…

…damn!