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A lull in today's Waller-sized workload got me thinking - what things define you as a person? Bearing in mind that Pete and Bernie's Philosophical Steakhouse is now closed, can you pin down moments in your life that made you who you are today? Example - what made you listen to the type of you music you listen to? Why do you wear the clothes you do? How did you come to be friends with your friends?
I'd do my own, but I'm busy - just trying to start some serious discussion, rather than spoofs involving me being a gay serial m*********r or another fricking copularity pontest.
I'd do my own, but I'm busy - just trying to start some serious discussion, rather than spoofs involving me being a gay serial m*********r or another fricking copularity pontest.
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The positive things that happened, not things that will happen.
The only positive things I look forward to is going to collage. YAY for collage.
Yes but you should focus on the positive things that happened to you in the year rather than focusing on the negative things and trying to glean our sympathy. I understand that he wants to share his experiences but that doesn't mean he has to only convey the bad things that hppen. No matter how much he protests that only bad things happen to him, he is clearly just focusing on these which will only make things worse. What good things happened to you this year DW?
I'm after some help, I'll admit it. How can I tell my mates? I'm simply saying how much harder life has been. Sheesh, I didn't think you're the sort of person to moan...I guess I was wrong.
Why? He's got a valid point. If he's troubled surely this is the best place to pour out his heart without any risk of insulting derision - he gets enough of that at school.
Stop searching for sympathy.
What? :c\
Enough
So, another year has passed for DW. I remember four months ago, sitting there each night, depressed, glum and telling you my entire life story. People like Microchips, Goaty, Lord H and Dr. Duck all gave me some top advice. They weren’t the only ones; Idlewild and a few others have given me advice more recently. You’re here, reading this now, probably wondering why I’m doing this topic. Well, I’ll let you know now that a hell of a lot can happen in four months. In this post, I will once again update you on how my life has been, in search of some top tips. And as things start to get harder for me, life begins to get worse. Here’s how it all went about.
I remember when I was young, about three or four years ago, and my mum had an epileptic attack. My little mind didn’t know what was happening. We were all taken outside as the adults (my dad, my granddad and my aunt) took control. This time it was a little different. It was four weeks ago, I was in my new house and my mum was downstairs with my sister watching EastEnders. I was upstairs with my dad watching TV, as EastEnders depresses us. My sister remembers it all. The fire scene came on, where Little Mo and Trevor were in the house. We heard the loudest scream. My mum had gone into an attack. My dad flew down the stairs, as did my brother, whilst I thought ahead and got a damp flannel. I rushed down to help. The site of seeing my mum shaking like that scared me. It was the first time I had ever had to help out properly. My sister supported my mum’s head whilst me, my dad and my brother all reached for her tongue, cleaned her mouth and talked to her. Neither my brother nor me had ever had to deal with this kind of a situation before. My brother was brave, directing orders and spotting stuff that needed doing. When she came around, she tried picking up something that wasn’t there. We had trouble getting her up the stairs, but eventually did, and managed to get her to sleep. Y’see, once they’re in bed sleeping, they forget all about it. My dad hadn’t a clue which tablets she took, but fortunately with a bit of verbal anger, my mum told him which tablets it was. She thought she had already taken her afternoon ones, but instead had only taken the morning ones. I’ll never forget that one night. I went to be at 7pm, shaking like a leaf. The next morning was weird, as my mum woke up and said morning to everybody. It was extremely hard looking into her eyes. It was a Friday night that this happened, and by Monday morning, I was still shook up. I suppose it was a practice for if there is a time when my dad isn’t there. This really did affect my school life. It’s like seeing a dead person; it temporarily scars you. I suppose I’m over it now, as I rarely think about it.
Going back a few weeks before my mums attack, we moved house. It was very emotional, yet very joyful. I had to leave my job. It was pocket money for me. £30 isn’t bad for 12 hours a week. The owners want me back, as I was simply the most sociable and was probably the cheapest heh. I can’t do that though, as I live too far away and have started my GCSE year. I was joyful though, as I moved nearer my mates. I have a social life now. I never used to. I’ll never forget the day I moved. Lots of things happened on that day. I got a new house…it was my birthday…I went to a football match (Brentford vs. Wycombe, and although Wycombe lost 1-0, it was still brilliant). So, a new house on my birthday? Cool! The next week was school! That place where we go to ‘learn’. Nothing really happened other then a few girls taking the píss out of me for no reason at all. You also may remember a girl I told you about last time, the one I fancied since year 3. Well, good news is that I no longer fancy her. There are a few girls I like now who have great personalities, but other then that, I’ll wait for the perfect girl. I still get bullied at school. Literally the whole school has a nickname for me. Whether it’s ‘Froggy’, ‘Hey Arnold’ or ‘Alien’, it’s still gay and annoying. Don’t ask me why I get called Froggy. I get called Hey Arnold as I have a football head. I’m yet to tell the kid who calls me it that Arnold has an American Football shaped head, and not a Soccer/Football shaped head. I get called Alien as I look like one, apparently. Hmmm. I was really depressed this Christmas, but some great advice from Idlewild helped me a lot. Christmas overall was great…two whole weeks without bullying. I just hope that it continues to stop when I go back. Fortunately, year 11’s are on study leave, so it should be okay. That’s all really.
Thanks for reading this update. For the original post, go to:
http://www.geocities.com/gazzazcool/bullies.html
DW
I remember when I was young, about three or four years ago, and my mum had an epileptic attack. My little mind didn’t know what was happening. We were all taken outside as the adults (my dad, my granddad and my aunt) took control. This time it was a little different. It was four weeks ago, I was in my new house and my mum was downstairs with my sister watching EastEnders. I was upstairs with my dad watching TV, as EastEnders depresses us. My sister remembers it all. The fire scene came on, where Little Mo and Trevor were in the house. We heard the loudest scream. My mum had gone into an attack. My dad flew down the stairs, as did my brother, whilst I thought ahead and got a damp flannel. I rushed down to help. The site of seeing my mum shaking like that scared me. It was the first time I had ever had to help out properly. My sister supported my mum’s head whilst me, my dad and my brother all reached for her tongue, cleaned her mouth and talked to her. Neither my brother nor me had ever had to deal with this kind of a situation before. My brother was brave, directing orders and spotting stuff that needed doing. When she came around, she tried picking up something that wasn’t there. We had trouble getting her up the stairs, but eventually did, and managed to get her to sleep. Y’see, once they’re in bed sleeping, they forget all about it. My dad hadn’t a clue which tablets she took, but fortunately with a bit of verbal anger, my mum told him which tablets it was. She thought she had already taken her afternoon ones, but instead had only taken the morning ones. I’ll never forget that one night. I went to be at 7pm, shaking like a leaf. The next morning was weird, as my mum woke up and said morning to everybody. It was extremely hard looking into her eyes. It was a Friday night that this happened, and by Monday morning, I was still shook up. I suppose it was a practice for if there is a time when my dad isn’t there. This really did affect my school life. It’s like seeing a dead person; it temporarily scars you. I suppose I’m over it now, as I rarely think about it.
Going back a few weeks before my mums attack, we moved house. It was very emotional, yet very joyful. I had to leave my job. It was pocket money for me. £30 isn’t bad for 12 hours a week. The owners want me back, as I was simply the most sociable and was probably the cheapest heh. I can’t do that though, as I live too far away and have started my GCSE year. I was joyful though, as I moved nearer my mates. I have a social life now. I never used to. I’ll never forget the day I moved. Lots of things happened on that day. I got a new house…it was my birthday…I went to a football match (Brentford vs. Wycombe, and although Wycombe lost 1-0, it was still brilliant). So, a new house on my birthday? Cool! The next week was school! That place where we go to ‘learn’. Nothing really happened other then a few girls taking the píss out of me for no reason at all. You also may remember a girl I told you about last time, the one I fancied since year 3. Well, good news is that I no longer fancy her. There are a few girls I like now who have great personalities, but other then that, I’ll wait for the perfect girl. I still get bullied at school. Literally the whole school has a nickname for me. Whether it’s ‘Froggy’, ‘Hey Arnold’ or ‘Alien’, it’s still gay and annoying. Don’t ask me why I get called Froggy. I get called Hey Arnold as I have a football head. I’m yet to tell the kid who calls me it that Arnold has an American Football shaped head, and not a Soccer/Football shaped head. I get called Alien as I look like one, apparently. Hmmm. I was really depressed this Christmas, but some great advice from Idlewild helped me a lot. Christmas overall was great…two whole weeks without bullying. I just hope that it continues to stop when I go back. Fortunately, year 11’s are on study leave, so it should be okay. That’s all really.
Thanks for reading this update. For the original post, go to:
http://www.geocities.com/gazzazcool/bullies.html
DW
POP for the newer users who didn't get to see it. My second entry will be coming soon.
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