Life: The Second First Semester

I know that a post on my second first semester is coming a little late, but it is never too late for a blog post on the famous topic of university life. I left my last post at the beginning of last summer, where I indulged in the luxuries of: touring the entirety of Paris and lounging on the beaches of Barcelona with your sweet American friend, swaying to the music of my university’s Summer Ball festival with all your friends, to moving back home for the summer, packing my bags for a full 2 weeks of sun in Malaga which lead to monkey chasing days and blissful nights on the docks of Gibraltar, to then be boat paddling on Italian lakes with your family. Finally, gathering back all my things to take over to the house I would be living in for at least the next year.

Nothing could prepare you for the overwhelming excitement that would wash over you with the idea of moving into a house with your closest of friends. And boy, the amount of drama that has happened in this house, from the washing machine breaking approximately a thousand times, to tripping down the stairs in fear of fireworks busting down the doors, to putting together two wooden chairs from scratch that were anonymously sent to our house, to of course, those Monday nights in having dinner together, drinking an excessive amount of tea and watching films in the dim lit kitchen. These moments were absolutely priceless. Of course it isn’t all sunshine and roses, we do have our ups and downs like, never knowing when we’ll run out of toilet paper, or lights being left on in the entire house illuminating the whole street, pretty sure that our house could be seen from 2 miles away. Exaggeration? I think not. But I suppose we all have out quirks when living together and it’s actually more funny than anything else.

Then comes uni…

First things first, let me just state very boldly that the jump from the first year of uni to the second year is massive. The workload is x10 more and you have less time to do all of it. The weeks were running by, overlapping each other and soon before you know it you’re 4 weeks behind on class, you don’t even know what day it is, and suddenly, your assignment is due in two days.

I honestly did not even expect to be thrown into the middle of a sea of books and literary critics all at once. It was a very overwhelming experience that took approximately the entirety of a semester to overcome and learn how to deal with. Not only that but the amount of work load they give is perhaps equivalent to asking you to feed a shark without getting killed.

However, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger and I can definitely say that I can overcome almost anything now that I went through and experienced that semester.

Going back to uni after a long summer was great, I was feeling all the feelings I felt when I first came to uni. The buzz, the people, the vibe. After experiencing my first year of uni, where I experienced the joys and hardships of life, a lot of memory was made. But, to walk back through the gates after experiencing all of that it was just comforting, and all the memories came flooding back. I was all ready to begin the second year of uni, the motivation was present, as it is at the beginning of every year and typically lasting till the first day of class was over. Regardless the motivation was there people.

I know that you guys are dying to hear the various events that occurred during the first term no matter how tragically hilarious or sweet they are.

• The day we all moved in and had our first Asda trip commenced a series of early, late, unnecessary Asda trips, that sometimes were the highlight of our whole day.
• Remember remember the 19th of October, where me and my two house mates thought that a couple of kids were gonna shove fireworks through our letterbox and blow up our house. Yes. We spent the night, pretending we were secret agents  near to passing out at the sounds of fireworks, tripping and sliding down the stairs, then huddling together in a room, each peeking through the curtains to see which idiot bunch of kids are scaring us grown women.
• Deciding to pick your friends up from the airport the night that there was a storm, almost missing the exit twice, but decided that a last minute swerve was more appropriate than missing the exit AGAIN. Causing gasps from your friends in the backseat.
• Later the same night we all attempted to knock road cones over, me attempting to drive and knock them over, along with your best friend who’s hand was stuck outside the window trying to push a cone over.
• The night where one house mate was returning from work late, so we used the wigs we ordered for Halloween but never used, to create the illusion that a person was sleeping in her bed. Result. She screamed the house down, cussed us all and chucked the wig to the bottom of the stair case.
• Being picked up and being held for an entirety of a song to suddenly being dropped to the club floor in less than five minutes, summed up my entire year.
• Putting up Christmas decorations in our house for the first time. All I have to say is that it involved a lot of Christmas music, decorations, lights, and plastic tree leaves on the floor.
• Gig night in central with your girl, lead to us hungry for Mconald’s, but guess what? The ice-cream machine was broken.
• Speaking of McDonald’s brings back the night me and my friends went to the Drive Thru, I made sure to say my entire order in a French accent, then almost crashed my car through the order window. Good times.
• Out of all the BOP nights (The weekly Friday night event that our uni hosts) you’ve been to, this night the fire alarm is set off and we are evacuated mid dance.
• Lets not forget the day that two Ikea chairs were delivered to our house, with no return address, simply the name of my house mate. We have no idea to this day who sent them.
• And last but not least… most definitely the best, the Christmas dinner we made together before we all parted back home for the holidays

I think this term I learnt that living on your own and being on your own sometimes is quite a tough thing to do and so you must remember to work hard and also play hard. What I learnt is that though you are extremely busy, which in result leads you to be

excessively tired, you must keep yourself sociable. See your

family, see your friends and take up hobbies, these are the things that will keep you sane in your darkest of times, and will create beautiful memories at the same time.

That’s a wrap on my second first term at uni, stay tuned for my second second term post that will be posted very soon!

Thanks for reading,

Azraa x

Life: The Second Semester

So, we have successfully completed anther semester, though I think we barely made it out this term, like we barely made it out.

Regardless it has been a pretty crazy term. We all split up for a month to spend Christmas and New Years at home, which I suppose was quite nice, except, I didn’t think I would miss the-not-so-much-of-strangers-anymore group of people that I had met over the course of the first four months. All I wanted to do was rush right back to my uni home and swallow all my new friends in a great big hug and talk all about the time we spent away from each other.

I came back to uni a year older than I was the previous term, this alone left me feeling like a new woman, making sure to leave all things in the past and start afresh. Started the term with my birthday nights out, but if I’ve learnt anything throughout term semesters at university is that nights out never and I mean NEVER got to plan, but I suppose that’s what makes them have the greatest stories. You’ve got the people who get on the bus with everyone else but can’t even count to three and have to turn straight around back to campus, or those who spend what probably was only 45 minutes but felt like a lifetime in the first aid room at the club, and everyone else hanging out with them making and eating toast the club provided for the sick person, or even just going out to have a good night because you’ve had a terrible night and it actually has a rebound effect so you leave early and feel even worse cause you paid entry money; so you all just sit in the kitchen and make tea, or even just having those friends who got so excited they didn’t even get into the club, and tried a numerous amount of times to get in, in result, leading them to just being band for the whole night, and spend the rest of the night getting lost in restaurants and encountering strangers to help them get to McDonald’s which was in-fact only around the corner, whilst their very sober best friend was just trying to get her on the train home, but of course that only took about 2 hours and that’s even with rage.

Nonetheless, nights out wouldn’t be remembered so well if they were perfect, but rather with the preference that they were just upside down completely crazy. I mean who would prefer something else?

Though, in the second semester you realise that you’re just too tired for daily nights out. In fact you are just too tired to do anything, most of everyone would have done nothing all day, would’ve even taken a nap and gone to sleep by midnight and still not be able to get up and get to their lectures the next morning. Instead on some nights you’ll be with your flat mates dancing the Macarena whilst eating pizza because you know, that’s just what uni students do on night they have so much work to do. That is probably the best description of myself on the last week of lectures, of I’m being brutally honest, but I’m sure that this was everyone on the last week. Of course I had the pleasure of having all my presentations due in on the last couple of weeks, with my so last minute group, who I actually bonded quite thoroughly with in the process of not actually working on the presentation when we were meant to, but instead drawing not so accurate representations of our lecturers on the library SMART board, forgetting that everyone in the library was watching us. Oops.

The daunting question of what do we do for residency next year comes much quicker than anyone expected, you could be a Flat Representative and live/take care of the first years or you could get a house with a couple of friends. My annoying-who-thinks-he-owns-the-place-but-doesn’t-even-own-toilet-paper Flat Representative spent a long time trying to convince me to apply, and don’t get me wrong I think it would be an amazing opportunity but the thought of just living in a house where I got to own a key was much more attractive. So that’s exactly what I did. Me and a couple of friends thought why not just do it and grabbed the first place that we saw, a very cute maisonette with double rooms and a cute view, right next to uni. I mean what more could you ask for? Signing a house at 19 never made me feel so adult than it did then, it officially stated that we weren’t little girls anymore, but more of independent women, and let me just say that it was probably the best feeling in the entire world. So we celebrated our victory with a burgers and milkshakes cause what’s a better reward than food? Now I have a consistency of excitement bubbling up inside of me till we all move in a few months and it’s not even because of the house but because of the really cute landlord that comes with it.

Then you come to the sudden realisation that first year is almost over, you’ve spent 8 months in a place you didn’t know you would be in a year ago and only have two months left. Which then leads you to realise only when you’re up with your best friend at 1am that you have come so far as individuals, and that perhaps you are different people that
you once were a year ago. Perhaps not difference in character, perhaps university only enhanced and enforced your character, but things are different in terms of your mindsets and your goals and things you believe in, all the way down to the simpler things like the way you talk or the way you dress. In sum of all that you’ve only changed in a more positive light, you’re still the same person you were 10 years ago, a year ago or even 6 months ago just slightly upgraded.

To say the least, this term has been filled with so much unexpectedness, new friendships, relationships, new goals, new trips, new laughs and obviously new clothes (cause new clothes are important).

The saddest part of it all is that you only have two months left till everyone has to officially move back home for the summer, and there’s such little time to do everything before everyone leaves, such as your amazing American friends who will leave and you’re not quite sure what you’ll do without them, as they won’t be coming back for a very very very long time. So in this two months, you plan all possible trips, soak up the sun as much possible, the you have the annoying nonesense people writing nonesense on
your giant whiteboard because they think they own the place, but really all they slightly own a cute pillow on your bed because you allowed them that one item, bake as much pancakes as you possibly can and eat as much as your possibly can. Do as many 4 mile runs that is possible to do in a week and just enjoy what is left. I’ve loved this term and I wouldn’t swap it for anything else, I’ve met incredible people that I don’t want to ever lose and had amazing experiences that I don’t ever want to forget.

Only a semester left everyone. See you then.

Azraa 🙂

 

Life: The First Semester

This will be my first blog for this year, evidently I’ve been wrapped up in a year long whirlwind that has prevented me from writing posts as regularly as I did.

It has been quite an eventful year what can I say, a lot has been endured, through pain and happiness but it wouldn’t be this year without all of that. Doing a few of the toughest exams of my life, applying to university and then getting in.

But to say the least, I have successfully completed my first semester at university. Never did I ever think I would’ve made it to uni, moved out, get a new job and start to build my life. The constant tormenting, fearful thoughts that reoccurred in my mind in the months leading up to my departure of this comfortable life I had in my, very comfortable home, but what I actually experienced was nothing as close as tormenting, it was actually in fact, quite the opposite. I came to realisation that it was about time I took the role of being a woman and took independence in my stride. It was the boldest move I had ever made, but it is one that I would not take back. I finally opened my butterfly wings and decided that it was about time I moved out from home and dealt with myself as an individual. You know the typical move out of uni big girl thoughts, learn to cook for yourself, clean after yourself, do your washing etc… (well washing my clothes was debatable, sometimes it proved to be easier to just bring them home) Obviously it is not as easy as it sounds,  but it isn’t all that hard either. Of course the lazy side of you does take over every once in a while, but that can’t be helped. I spend my time most nights deciding the different curries that I should cook each week, whilst I indulge in a numerous amount of Gossip Girl episodes. Cleaning my room being the biggest challenge, I’ll spend an entire day cleaning it from top to bottom, making it as spotless as it could be, for it be to be trashed from top to bottom in less than 12 hours, although I do try to keep it clean for longer than that.

Moving out meant meeting new people, new people on your course, on your campus and of course in your flat. I ended up sharing a flat with five other people, who by the way I thought I was going to hate (again here, I was tormented by the thoughts that they were horrible people who I couldn’t bare to live with) , turns out you should never judge a book by its cover, as they are the most amazing people I have ever met in my life. They have made my time at uni even more interesting than I could have ever expected. From my first night going from sitting around the table and getting to know each other, to jumping on a mountain of mattresses in the courtyard, to sitting on them and talking about life, to then waking up the next morning standing on the fresh cut lawn in confusion due to the fire alarm, thus leading to the end of the semester siting in a room together, cuddling and watching movies, being in a fit of tears cause life got hard, and to the struggle of saying bye to each other though it was only for the Christmas break, and for one of us saying goodbye until who knew when. Despite knowing these people for 3/4 months we have already endured a great deal of amount with each other, something that I am grateful for.

Freshers week! The best part of the year, the week dedicated to having the most fun you can ever have. Parties, little out door festivals on the front lawn and trips to Thorpe Park, definitely being the highlights. Buying your ticket is definitely worth all the memories. You meet amazing people that you either see again or never see again in your whole year, but I suppose that’s the beauty of it, just getting to know people even if it’s for a night. The many more nights after freshers lead to a whole list of things including:

• Amusing yourself watching your friends get drunk and having to save them from humiliation by dragging them away, before they throw themselves onto more people from your course because they got excited by familiar faces.
• Having your flat representative stroll into your room, drunk and dressed as a female, in a velvet skirt and tights, from being in the Christmas pantomime, absolutely convincing you that in those three hours he made a better female then you ever did in your whole life.
• Or even just coming home from nights out and just walking and taking in the air and the beauty of the night, with the wild urge to bonnet skid and jump over fences.
• Waking up at 8am, hearing your flat mate and her friends laughing their heads off still evidently drunk from the night before, this was not a one off by the way, it happened multiple times.
• Scaring each other in the corridors cause you all happened to be exiting your rooms at the same time, which then somehow lead you all to be sitting the kitchen for hours chit-chatting.
• Of course, strolling around London till the late nights for presentations, but really end up in a burrito shop, gawking over the pictures you took of London that day.
•  Going to Christmas markets buying matching rings with the friend you’re sure you’ll have for a lifetime, to symbolise your new beginning together.
• Last but not least being apart of your lovely adopted flats Christmas dinner, that they so kindly put together themselves. What more could a girl ask for?

Leading up to the end of the semester, deadlines got tighter, and before you know it you’re sitting in the library till 3am wondering where the hell you went wrong in dedicating your time for this assignment, but then when finally finishing it, you remembered the beautifully filled feeling of joy you got from finally turning it in. Through it all, learning that timing is a funny thing along with sometimes the best things may not have the chance to be the best things if it weren’t for it. Leaving your 2am thoughts with, that is simply life and what is willed, will happen regardless, reminding yourself that instead of dwelling on the things that we cannot have in life, we must remember that we have much more. Much more to live for, much more to experience and much more to focus on.

Coming back home for Christmas and talking to long childhood friends just made me realise that, we are not longer kids playing games anymore, we are grown individuals who have grown enormously since leaving town this summer. Putting all our differences behind and just accepting everything for what it was, or is.

To say the least, I have thoroughly enjoyed my first term at uni, I think I’ve endured the most a person can in a semester, but not a single thing has lead to regret. Here’s to the next two terms.

Thanks for reading,

Azraa 🙂

Life: Those Who Wait Receive Rewards

WELL! It has been certainly a very long time since I’ve posted anything, which I’m truly sorry for, you can’t blame me, I’ve had exams! Valid point right there. Yes, I am very aware that I haven’t posted since April but suck it up!

What can I say, three months full of revision, it was literally my life, then four continuous weeks of a total of nineteen exams, yes you heard me correct, ten of which were in the same week. You’d have thought that I’d have dropped dead by now but no, I’m just barely made it through. During these two weeks did I revise my butt off for certain exams, through blood and sweat I tell you. Considering I’ve say more mocks then actual exams, the feeling of doing my GCSE’s didn’t even seem real to me any more. Could anyone blame me? It didn’t actually hit me till I sat my maths exams, which was my third to last exam I had to sit. It’s terrible I know, but it surely didn’t stop my for trying my out most best for it. I wouldn’t wake up at five for revision if I wasn’t serious about it, you know. I ended up writing an A* on my hand to help visualize what I wanted, it sounds crazy but it actually did help motivate me to do better.

These agonizing past couple of months have left me a prisoner at home, no chance to leave and no time to talk. Early morning exams and late afternoon finishing exams left most people exhausted, I’m not even kidding. Last minute revision the night before, literally took up all the nights. Dreading all the upcoming exams and fearing that you’ll fail were the only things you had on your mind, or and the fact you’ll have no social life if you didn’t pass, because you’re mum will take everything away. I told her I was leaving with a packed bag when I went to collect the results. Writing this now, is leaving that icky gut feelings, then the ‘what-ifs’ start  filling your head. At the end you tried your best and nothing can be changed. Unless you fail maths, meaning you have to retake next year. Oh the embarrassment, no one wants to do that.

Truth be told I don’t think parents actually understand that the exams are much harder then they used to be, or they just don’t get it. It’s not funny to torture us like that.

And FINALLY when exams were completely over on Friday 13th May, we could celebrate by spending money in McDonald’s and going to the play ground next to your school. It’s like we never grew up at all. Yes and that was also the last exam we all had as a group of Year 11, and it was emotional for some. It’s strange to think that a mini me of five years ago, was walking around, looking at the Year 11’s taking their exams and thinking, “It’s gonna take ages for me to get there.” The years seemed to have flown past. Listening to the radio years ago during summer and how they would congratulate them on their results, and now that was going to be me. So so so weird.

Last exam resulted in Miss Pholey dancing to the ‘Happy’ song by Pharrel Williams, yeah I think she expected a fast reaction from all of us. We had certainly had a good year, filled with amazing memories, like our ‘Happy’ video which I will happily share the link to you at the end. Our record of achievement afternoon, was amazing and I couldn’t have asked for anything better. The past couple of weeks truly sadden me with our parting. I actually didn’t want this year to end, despite all the exams, it felt as if we had barely started the year.

Nonetheless, I can’t wait for next year! No uniform, we get to leave at lunch (not prisoners any more) and we’re mixed with the guys, things will be much more funnier. That doesn’t mean we don’t work twice as hard next year, cause I kinda want to go uni. I swear I’ll be dead by the time I get in, with all these exams.

Plan shall be made and this is the summer where things will happen! Make the most of it! Kicked it all of with a party yesterday, it was amazing.

What can I say the end of the school year, but the beginning of another. It’s an endless cycle. I cannot say how grateful I am about how everything has gone, and well I hope things only go better!

Enjoy the summer people, it’ll soon be over!

Thanks for reading and I hoped you enjoyed!

Azraa 🙂

Life: Busy Body

Left. Right. Up. Down. Turn around. That’s all we keep doing these days. I wanted to apologize for the lack of posts recently, I’ll be posting some stuff soon. Life’s been hectic at the moment, revision cram sessions and all. I have 19 exams so I’m kinda stuck. But I promise there’ll be some more stuff.

So much has happened in the space of such short time. I don’t even know where to start. Stress for exams have started to settle among us now, and this is something that we need to learn how to control even if it can’t be helped. Keeping a clear mind on everything will help. You need to avoid certain things, at this point in time. I tend to do this a lot, where I let everything build up so much and then it gets to point where it just collapses. And that isn’t smart. It’s nothing that can be helped because that’s just the way I work. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that just sometimes I would like to control it.

I’ve experienced a lot in these past couple weeks. Realisation of who you’re real friends are. Whenever I used to see that statement I never used to understand it and now, I realise that it’s something that you have to experience for yourself. Not everyone is how they seem, and you can be ignorant to that or you can distance yourself from those people, who have a negative affect on your life. The negative affect won’t stop till you let yourself go from them, till they realise that they potentially can’t cause any more harm to you. To be honest I don’t understand why they try. It’s like they think you don’t know about their gossiping but really you know every word, then you think that they really have time, considering we have a lot of things on our minds anyway.

Then there’s the heartbreak. And that’s nothing you can help either. That’s just life and where it wants to direct you. But you just got to keep moving, you can’t stop life because you can’t handle it. You can pause it and take a breather and think things through. I’ve always been an optimist, I think it’s something that I’m known for, I don’t like to be a pessimist because there’s no fun in that. Chin’s always kept up! You need to learn to save everything in the moment. And that’s something that will matter to you so much later on, believe me. Even if it was something that caused you so much pain, it will be something that will make you smile with the remembrance.

Lea Michele’s new album is a good source for just getting lost in music I think it’s quite inspiring, with the way she projects her voice and the music as well. Work hard, chill out and have a good time. You can never go wrong if you surround yourself around the people you love, never.

Nevertheless I’m happy with life today, I feel very insecure about this post but I want to share it and well you might get it, you might not. The sun’s out, I’m blasting a tune and there’s a smile on my face. Optimism right there. Take an hour and chill out, have good day everyone!

Thanks for reading and I hoped you enjoyed it!

Azraa 🙂

Life: 7 Days Till Christmas

Yes. One week till Christmas. A little excited? I know I am. It’s been an exhilarating past two weeks, you wouldn’t know. I had about 9 exams in two weeks, 8 which of were on the same week. So I’ve been a very busy girl, they are all mocks and practices but still. It was a big insight on how it’ll be like next year May. Wow. So in between all the exams and the revisions I’ve been busy buying Christmas gifts and dealing with all the usual everyday teenage drama, you’d be surprised how much there is.

I’m really feeling Christmas this year. I mean I feel it every year, but this year is just that little bit more special. It’s also the last Christmas I get to spend with my tutor group, whom I’ve known for five years. So that meant buying all the presents in the world for them. And making everything that little bit more special. I even got my year 7 class cards because it was their first Christmas in secondary school, so me and my friend wanted to make it just that little more great for them, hopefully let it be that more bearable considering they have to be two days more than I do. Yes, I feel really special. I mean I did earn it, they spent days watching Shrek during English classes, yet I was doing multiple number of essays, so yes two days off would be great thanks.

I really can’t help being in such a christmassy mood. In my town they have Christmas stalls out and they have a giant tree which sparkles and has a star on top. Everything looks really pretty. I then spent about three hours on FaceTime to my best friend and watched his whole family put up their tree and decorations, which made me get even more in the mood, he also gave me a massive present that I can’t wait to open. Yes he’s that awesome. But au contraire my house is a little empty at the moment, we’ll probably end up being last minute as usual. It’s a much better feel when you have Christmas albums blasting through the house. Okay maybe blasting isn’t the appropriate word to use for mellow Christmas songs, but hey ho!

I have to say that Christmas dinners are the best. They are the best, because in the end I’m usually the one who ends up feeling like  the stuffed chicken, and the stuffed chicken is the one who lost weight. It lost so much weight that it became invisible. That’s how good it is.

I remember being out in the evening after a trip and just going out with my friends, eating giant marshmallow ropes, or whatever you call them. And we did last minute shopping and it was just nice. Being there all together, laughing, joking and bossing each other around. The breeze cold but light in our faces and how we walked around like we owned the place. That’s probably because we did.

The best part is that I can chill and put up my feet, drink coffee, read The Mortal Instruments, watch The Vampire Diaries and The Originals and sleep like nothing ever existed and possibly snuggle up with my cat. I’m in love with this idea very much.

I really do hope that everyone has a magical Christmas and that everyone makes it memorable and great! Merry Christmas! And do not forget the mistletoe, it might come in handy for all you Christmas lovers. And don’t forget to sing! *Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow*

Thanks for reading I hope that you’ve enjoyed it!

Lots of love, Azraa 🙂

Life: Always Thinking About Things

These days I always seem to catch myself wonder and stare at completely nothing, or something that meant completely nothing to me. I tend to be thinking a lot about my future and think whether I’ll actually ever make it. This past two weeks have been… well rough. I mean there have been so much going on and me having to make choices I never thought I’d make. Does this signify that I’m actually growing up? Or is it that things are going way to fast and I need to press pause at the minute. I feel like writing this post will help to organise everything like it should be.

First of all, school. Now I don’t even know what to say about school, there’s just so much. I’ve suddenly taken on this big sister role and making sure that I represent myself right to my little year 7’s, I suddenly have the pressure to act much more mature, that’s a little hard when your friend starts attacking you in the corridor and has you pinned up, but hopefully none of them saw that. I’ve had to make such bad decisions thinking they might make things right, and maybe it has I don’t know yet. Having made these bad decisions it’s caused me to fall out with people. That’s something I can’t control, secrets are secrets if I can’t tell you I’m extremely sorry. Which is why I prefer a world of honesty because then no one gets left behind, and we can skip all the arguments, but it seems like life doesn’t work that way. I had to make a serious confession today, a confession I’m sorry I can’t share, but it took me a lot of courage and I’m thankful that I made such a confession it was about time anyway, it was better for me to make it now and have my mum know, because if I was in her shoes then I would’ve have wanted my child to do the same.

So this year, well start to the school year anyway, has been quite rough, my maths exam is likely to be cancelled and let’s just say we’ve all had quite a lot on our mind. Speaking of which I’d like to note down things that have happened since the start of the school year.

1) Me and my friends made a great new enemy in the year below us, now I know what you’re thinking, what kind of prefect is this?! Well, I don’t usually create a lot of enemies, in fact I rarely have any enemies, I have people I dislike sure, but enemies not a lot. Except that this one is a little light headed and really annoying. I can’t resist.

2) The fire alarm has literally went off 5 times in the last six weeks, which is a lot if you think about it. The last time it went off was on Thursday and it was at lunch time, right when I was about to have my last spoon. But trust me I didn’t have it bad, the deputy head of the school had only just gotten her lunch when it went off. It was actually quite interesting, you know watching people carry their tray of foods, pieces of chickens in their hands you know the usual, because that’s what you do when I fire alarm goes off. But this time someone set it off deliberately, like why?! Do you not have food to eat at lunch? Clearly you don’t because you set off the alarm.

3) There was a lot of singing Britney Spears seductively on the stairs then tripping. Which was very amusing.

4) I’ve had punch war, which is still on a role here. Oh yeah!

5) French times. Rapping in French, while I do some crap beat boxing and add in a song about my French teacher and I think that we could get a record deal.

6) Getting soaked in the rain a multiple number of times throughout the week being without a water proof jacket. How handy am I?

7) Having countless arguments but making it through, anyway.

8) Last but not least, seeing those who make you smile the most everyday and you knowing that they’re going to be there when you need them. Something I’m ever so grateful for.

Pretty intense day, with intense phone calls but you know what? It actually helped so very much so yet again, thank you a lot.

Maybe now I’ll stop thinking about things so much and can organise my life a little.

Thanks for reading and I hoped you enjoyed reading about the last six weeks of my life, even though its a little all over the place, it sort of describes the way it was in my head, but yeah thanks.

Azraa 🙂

Life: Back To School

Well that was my seven weeks gone just like that *clicks fingers* honestly I didn’t really do that much I went camping in Dorset and then out to Majorca for two weeks, and it was all so wonderful. Just that everything was so quick. I mean before I knew it my returning day home from Majorca was the first day of school (which I did attend do, being a prefect and all I have my new little sisters to look after, little sisters meaning the new classes filled with new little girls). I meaning that this holiday I encountered lots of new things, for starters a man with an afro wig in Majorca entertained me very much while I passed by, I made lots of new friends at the hotel the oldest being seventy and the youngest being one I practically had my own gang, which was pretty cool. I visited about fourteen beaches and all of them were so amazing, each one having their own distinctive taste to it. And yes, I did get a tan, I hate tans for the record, but nothing much I can do about that.

Despite how much I enjoyed my holiday there was still one worry on my mind. And that was when I would get my exam results. Oh yes, the joy of opening an envelope that contained a contribution to your future. And I’m happy to say that I did okay, I got my B in physics and in the exam I re-took I happily got an A when the first time I got a C so it made a big difference. So I’m quite glad I didn’t fail, I still didn’t get an A in physics which was disappointing I have to say. But I’ll try harder every time. I’m also happy to announce that I have so much motivation for this year and that I’m giving it my all, not matter what and that means balancing out my social life with my school life which is a little hard but I can work on it, definitely.

I had started school this week like I mentioned previously and well the buzz was in the air, I can pretty much say that, people shouting, laughing, greeting, hugging and best of all taking pictures. After being reunited with friends after such a long time, is all very breathtaking.

Aside from all of this, it’s my last year at my secondary school, and as much as I want to make the most of it, I also need to work hard. Otherwise how am I ever going to get into college?! But I want to make this year the greatest year because, I may never see these people ever again, and that’s kinda of sad. I actually love my tutor group to bits and well, who likes goodbyes anyway? But yup, this is our year.

Just as school has started the weather has seem to realise that it isn’t a good thing either, so now even the sun has departed from our sight, which is kind of disappointing. I mean we were all hoping that at least the sun could keep the happy moods flowing, but its been a week, and its sad to say that school has already drained people out. I mean I spent summer talking non-stop to people every year, and now it isn’t that flowy anymore, but then we come across the weekend and its all back to normal. So it can’t all be lost can it?

For those who have started school this week, good luck and for those who are starting year 11, rock on! And for those new bees in year 7, you guys are too cute, just no running in the corridors!

I hope that you’ve all enjoyed this post, and sorry again for the lack of them as I said I’ve been busy. But thank you all again I’m very gracious that you’re all reading!

Azraa 🙂

Life: Summer 2013

Another year of just all things sunny, people laughing, having a picnic in the park and everyone sipping frappé’s like it’s the coolest thing to do, which it is I mean whoever thinks is uncool is just a very lonely person. I’m sorry for all you lonely people out there who are probably reading this post. I’m probably the lonely person who sits here and writes this for you except that I’m sipping a frappé, or I wish I was.

Don’t you just love that feeling of when you close your eyes and feel the sun’s rays fill you up so that you become into this very energised ball of a little monster? Strange as it sounds whenever I do that I feel like a giant flower just soaking all that light in, I mean living in Britain is like being shut in a closet for eight months, with nothing but rain and wind, seeing the sun in Britain is a miracle. Believe me.

School’s out and everyone is finally free from the torture of being up at 6 am and having to go through six hours of education. Youngsters want to par-tay! No, we just generally get the urge to do some thing stupid but it’s all good. Now all we have is the big wait for some of our exam results that we did this year, such a nail-biting experience, some of us, may never see light again if these results aren’t flying colours. But hey! It’s part of the experience and growing up right? Even if it being kept a prisoner for the rest of your life.

Everyone packing their bags, throwing swim wear in and coats out, sun block and all things bright right in their suitcase, ready for two weeks of vacation. The sun, the sand, the beach is all the wait, edging us on more and more, pushing us right on the tip of the cliff till all we can do is dive in, and explore a new adventure.

The whole sea of kids are making plans here and there, thinking that they don’t have enough time, when actually the truth is we don’t we have four weeks of summer left, and it doesn’t all seem to quite fit in. People planning to go to the theme park, or to the cinema or to just to have a picnic with some McDonald’s by the river. It really doesn’t matter as long as we have each other. Even if that is constantly checking Facebook messages, text messages or FaceTiming friends every night. As long as we keep up to date that’s all that matters.

Many of us might venture into having a summer love, no we are not going to start singing One Direction, it’s a great time for it, and it might not even be a two month fling, but it’s part of the experience knowing that you have all the time in the world with this person is key I suppose, even if it doesn’t work out the way you want.

What I’m trying to say is, that this summer won’t come round again, not the same way ever and that means you need to make the most of it. That doesn’t mean you rebel against your mum, no it definitely doesn’t mean that, but it means staying safe, following the rules and having the best of times. So that next year you can look back and those people who didn’t get to do everything can fill another two months doing whatever they couldn’t do. This summer is about growing up and showing off who you are and who you can be. This summer is ours.

Thanks for reading and I hoped that you all enjoyed it I know its been a while since I’ve done a post and I’m truly sorry, I think the laziness of the holidays took over me. But thanks for waiting.

Azraa 😀

Life: What Happened To Peace?

What happened to peace in this world? Looks like it’s disappeared. For those who live in the UK you might have heard about the attack that happened in a town called Woolwich. The killing with a machete and the shooting. I live in that town so very close to the where it all happened. Two fools who claim to be Muslim’s decide to slice an innocent soldier’s head off, and are happy to tell me people to film and take pictures.

They thought they were brave and had done themselves justice. When in reality they hadn’t done anything but make themselves look like idiots and cowards. For one they didn’t even have the guts, to actually try and fight with the soldier. They didn’t go and try to win rightly. In fact what they decided to do was take the car and run right over Lee Rigby, the soldier, without even giving him a chance to fight. Maybe they knew they might not have won. And that makes them such cowards.

They claim to be Muslim’s but they really aren’t. They are extremists and extremism doesn’t have a religion. They aren’t a Muslim because they killed an innocent man. This reflects badly upon the religion and I’m a Muslim that doesn’t mean I’m bad. I think I’ve been raised well enough by my dad to know that, what they did shows they aren’t Muslim’s. For one what religion tells you too kill, to prove a point? None. They created something that wasn’t needed. Their reason was to tell the army that they didn’t like them killing innocent Muslims in the war. Yet they contradict their point by killing an innocent soldier. If they really wanted to prove their point rightly they should have gone out to that country and fight against the soldiers who were actually fighting a war. Who were prepared. Whereas they took and innocent soldier who didn’t even see it coming. It just shows how they thought of the plan. They stupidly went and did something idiotic.

One other thing when this whole thing happened it was a terrorist attack and that made people automatically think that it was Muslim’s and I’m sorry since when did the word terrorist define to Muslim’s. It reflected bad on the religion and where the two fools came from. And when this happened I think many people jumped to conclusions and became more racist then they seemed. When in reality it’s just better to not say anything at all and wait for the facts. All those people who claimed to be a Muslim and killed were never really a Muslim, they’ll go straight to hell. And that’s for the better.

Lee Rigby dying has been seen as such a negative thing, of course it is a terrible thing. But I think it can be seen as a positive thing. I mean since he died, the community, of all races were brought together at the place where the accident happened. They paid tributes, paid respect, gave flowers, wrote messages and just came to give a prayer. When I went I saw all kind of people there, and they were all there for a reason. It has made the issue much more aware of what has happened. People are working together to stop a serious issue. Gathering people to do a march takes a lot of work, but they did it together as a community, for the same reason. And if the dear soldier didn’t die, it wouldn’t have made extremism a more noticed topic, for people to do something about. Even the government is more aware about this now. Also Help For Heroes has raised £16,000 since he died last week. So his death might not have been all bad. At the end of the day they did kill him, and it can’t be taken back. They will be punished in prison and the world after. Nothing can change now. I’m pretty sure that Lee Rigby will rest in peace.

I hoped that you enjoyed this post, I had to let some of it out, so thanks for letting me rant. Another thank you for reading this post!

Azraa 🙂