I love my parents, they’re amazing. They’ve brought me up for the past seventeen years, and I honestly don’t think they’ve done a bad job. I turned out okay, right?! They’ve loved me, they’ve encouraged me, and they’ve helped me become the person that I am today.

This week has been hard. On Monday, I took my Grade Seven flute exam. Taking it was a massive personal step for me, and I was pretty shaken up after. My flute teacher phoned me on Monday night to tell me I’d got a merit. I was so so proud. I did it. I achieved something that I’ve been desperate to achieve for so long. Such a massive milestone. And my parents response was ‘Oh, great’ in that ‘Can you move on now?’ tone that parents seem to have perfected so well. I was gutted.

Thursday was parents evening. And it’s safe to say that I was dreading it. I work my socks off, I try my best 24.7. I don’t stop. And I’m still underachieving in biology. And I have pushy parents. The kind of parents that when I’m predicted a B will ask ‘Why isn’t it an A?’ – so you can imagine their reaction when I came home in January and told them that I got a C in my biology mock. My mother nearly had a heart attack. Christmas was taken over by a mash of revision and flute practice, and yet I STILL only got a C. I was gutted. Again. And then we had to face the so called ‘five minute appointment’ at parents evening. I was with my biology teachers for half an hour. We still haven’t resolved it. I can’t fail. I’m so scared of failure. I’m scared I won’t get into uni, but more importantly for me, since day one of this issue arising, I’ve been scared of my parents reaction. I’ve never got Cs before. And it’s a shock to pushy parents. I’ll pull through, somehow. But right now, I’m really really worried, and my parents really really aren’t helping.

Living. Laughing. Loving.



A year in photos: January

So, this year I’m setting myself a challenge. The plan is to post one photo a month for the whole year. Just a special memory, or something to remember. No explanation. Take a guess, if you like. But for me, I want this to be about letting you see a little snapshot of my life. Lets see how it goes, shall we?!

January 2014


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Happy Birthday Brownies!

I’m not a Brownie Leader. Never have been, and I can’t see that I ever will be. Maybe, one day, that will all change. But not right now. However, that’s not going to stop me from saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROWNIES! They’re still part of the movement which I have come to love: girlguiding.

2014 means that it’s thirteen years since I attended my first Rainbow meeting. And it wasn’t long after that I grew up into a Brownie myself. 2014 also means that it’s eight years since I left Brownies to walk through the candles up to Guides. But most importantly, for girls all around the UK, 2014 means that Brownies are 100.

I can’t tell you much about the Brownies, or their history. I’ve said, they’re just not me. I’m definitely a Rainbow leader, through and through. But I can tell you about the Guide centenary. That was in 2010, and that was one of the most memorable years of my life. I camped for the first time, I went on my first ever Guide holiday, and it was the finale ceremony that made me decide that I wanted to be a Young Leader at Rainbows.

And another thing that I can definitely tell you about is Girlguiding as a whole, and what an amazing organisation we are! For all of you who don’t have a clue what girlguiding is, and all this talk of Rainbows, Brownies and Guides is making you think of leprechauns, chocolate cake and tourism, here is girlguiding in a nutshell:
(Although some of the following is my own words and opinion, some is taken from this following page:

Girlguiding is the largest youth organisation for girls in the UK today.
Rainbows are the youngest members, aged 5-7. More than 14% of six year olds are Rainbows.
Brownies are the next section, and they’re aged 7-10. About 25% of eight year old girls are Brownies.
After that, there are the Guides, aged 10-14. 10% of eleven year old girls are Guides.
The Senior Section comprises of Rangers, Young Leaders, and Leaders aged 14-25.
All of the leaders who run meetings for these groups are volunteers.
Girlguiding has more members than the population of Barbados, Iceland, or the Bahamas.
Girlguiding has about 450000 young members. If we all held hands in a line, the line would be 850km long. That’s the length of 8095 busses. We could fill the Royal Albert Hall ninety times.
And that’s an organisation which I’m proud to be part of.

We discover. We grow.

If you want to get involved with girlguiding as either a Young Member or a Leader, go to: and click on ‘Get Involved’

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