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Dear Diary.  Geography/life lessons.  I was pretty well behaved in school. Always did my work. Always finished first always did the extra work. I got really got grades in all subjects except one. Geography. Why? Because the things I learnt in geography we what got my through the last few years of high school. I didn't learn them from the teacher through. I kind of made a friend. Then failed my exam. I didn't care though. Who needs geography skills when every phone has GPS? Again, for the purpose of being able to follow this story line I've added a few pages together from over a few weeks. Enjoy! We got moved in geography today. Some sort of seating plan. I'm sat right at the back of the class next to a girl called G. Now yes I've told you about her before. Yes she's a bitch. But i think she's grown up. As you know my hair is BRIGHT ORANGE. Nobody really said anything all day but when we got to geography there were a few people in my class that hadn&

Welcome back to yet another Dear Diary post. I was going to post a few more lush reviews but after linking my blog to my social media account's I've actually had a few people ask me to post more from my diary, which never happens.  I've tried to be selective when picking pages to post online and I pondered about this one for a few days because I couldn't decide if it was too cringe. I wrote it up over a week ago and it's been sat in the drafts section since. However I giggled so much reading through it I thought it had to be shared! Thanks for coming back to read more! Enjoy... Dear Diary Today i went to kayaking club and we had to wear or swimming cosumes because we practice what to do if we call out. I wanted to go for ages but nobody would come. Me and K signed up together. I've never told you about her before but she's REALLY nice. Anyway we got changed quickly and were the only girls in there and when we ran outside she told me she was glad she didn

Dear Diary Yesterday my stupid school shoes broke so my stupid mum gave me stupid shoes and a stupid note to say my stupid brother kept her to stupid busy to stupid by me new stupid shoes so i wore stupid trainers and stupid pastorial took my stupid note and made me wear stupid daps. I HATE MY LIFE. I remember this and I had literally told my mother at 8o'clock on the morning of school that I'd broken me shoe the day before. I don't know what i expected her to do about it. For those who don't know, 'pastoral support' is what I mean by pastoral. It was an office with about 3 members of staff in that works there for the student to confide in. They would deal with issues like bullying, family trouble and apparently, was wear you get sent to swap your shoes for the day if you wore trainers. My trainers look like shoes !! more like shoes than those stupid daps!! I shouldnt have used that note nobody would have noticed!! Plus Pastorial are EFFIN MENTAL So i

Before I start, for those of you that followed my blog before I started by Dear Diary series, I promise this isn't the only content I'm going to post. I'm just really enjoying righting these and they're a great break from Uni work. It's been so nice to watch the page views hit such high numbers (For my blog at least) So thanks to everyone that's been sharing my post, or just coming back to read more. I've got hundreds of ages post so I'm really hoping to keep this up! Dear Diary  Soo school was pritty much the same as normal today boring and unproductive. For breakfast i had two bowls of cocopops because i really really hunry probably because of all the time i spent on the trapoline yesterday.  I wore plates to school today. (I mean plaits, please excuse the spelling)  I really likes them and mam spent AGES doing them. When i got to school nobody really said anything about them but at break I was in the queue and there were to o

Making friends with a saxophone. Everyone joins clubs in school right? Football club? Swimming? Hockey? It's a great way to make friends and become a part of something bigger than just yourself. I however, chose to learn to play the saxophone. I'd played the trumpet in primary school and felt I was finally ready for something bigger. No obviously, yanking this thing around school was impossible. The case was huge, chunky and damn right heavy. After a few weeks of suffering it was agreed that I could leave my Sax in the music room after my lesson, and leave the last lesson of the day 10 minutes early in order for me to go and collect it. This typically only took me two minutes which meant I was off schools groups 8 minutes early and home before the final bell rung. It was great! The thing that sucked for me was, I got to take a friend with me each time... Why is that a bad thing? Well.  Today was fun, I spent the hole time after school on the trampoline with (My brother)

Dear Diary.  So reading thought the selective pages I've chosen to publish i realised that i'd painted a pretty painful image of my life as a teen. It wasn't all bad. Some people were nice to me, and impacted on my school experience in ways they probably didn't even realise. There was one name that cropped up quite a lot when flicked through my second diary. So I thought i'd skip ahead for this post so you know it wasn't all bad. I didn't see this kid a lot. It was the odd class or passing in the halls. But he was 'popular' and nice to me. He didn't dare his friends to ask me out and then laugh when i said yes. He didn't ask me if i would 'sharpen his pencil' knowing full well I didn't know what it meant, and he didn't flick things into me hair without me knowing when he was sat behind me. He was just nice. I've stitched together a few different bit from a few different pages for the purpose of this post, because, like a