In my last post I mentioned that I was doing two weeks work experience at Designs In mind as part of my course. Now that I’ve finished my time there and I’m back at college, I thought that now would be a great time to do a reflection of the last two weeks.
If I had to describe what the place is my reply would be something along the lines of a really big smile appearing on my face. I can’t tell you enough just how much I love this place, as I’m sure you’re going to realise by the end of this post. However, a big smile as an explanation doesn’t really benefit you guys. Continue reading “What was in it for me?”→
This week I’ve been completing work experience as part of my college course. I’ve been at a fantastic place called ‘Designs in mind‘. They’re a designer and maker studio refered through mental health services.
I have another week left at the studio and I can say that I’m throughly looking forward to it. The project is just amazing and they’re making such a positive impact in people’s lives and the in the local community.
During this week I’ve had a lot of time for relection on my bus journey home. After talking with some of the people there I’ve looked back on my own path and my mental health and wondered how I’ve made it this far. Continue reading “How I’ve made it this far”→
As I write this post, I’m on holiday. I wasn’t too sure if I should be blogging on my time off especially because I’m ill, but there were some things on my chest and by the time I make it home, the topic that I’m going to be talking about would have already started.
So, hello from Scotland!
I’ve been going to the same resort year in year out for the majority of my life. At the age of 18 this will be the last time I’m at this resort and most likely this town as well, what’s a little saddening but I’m grateful for all the time I’ve had here.
Now that a full term at college is over, it’s time for our reports to be sent home to parents.
Some students dread them. Some, like me don’t really waste too much time worrying about them. I know that I haven’t been too irritating this year, so I don’t give them a second glance.
I’m not sure how it works in other colleges but in mine, the report gets sent to us students and not to our parents. The only thing our parents get is an email to say our reports are out, it’s up to us students to actually hand it over.
Having divorced parents meant there was a lack of a male figure in my house. I saw my dad yes, but it’s never quite the same as having your dad there 24/7. So my mum did the best she could with an unsupportive partner and my dad not living near by.
For this reason I grew up with the mentality of not waiting for a man to do it. That I shouldn’t rely on people and be a damsel in distress because no one was coming to save you, you have to save yourself.
The more I grew up, I didn’t want to be the pretty pink princess who sat in her castle, no, I wanted to be the princess with her hair in a braid, leather armor (I know, not very good in a fight but I was like 10) and a sword, not to mention magical powers, but mainly I wanted a sword.