I have fallen in love with travel. I always knew that I wanted to go places, but I was yet to experience the burning desire of wanting to go to different countries. But now I do and I just want to go. Anywhere, everywhere. I can thank the trip overseas for that.
The trip was amazing. And although many would assume that there would not be many differences between Australia and New Zealand, for me, there actually were quite a few.
The trip certainly was educational. I learned a lot about rugby, a lot about hot steam that comes out of the ground in Taupo, which was truly awesome, by the way, and I also discovered that bogans do not just live in Australia. There are bogans all over the world, which I found most fascinating because I honest to god thought that bogans were a special Australian breed. I was wrong.
The first time I saw wellington, I fell in love with the city, almost immediately. I think that was because it reminded me most of home. That and it is the coolest, weirdest quirky and simply amazing city.
By the end of the trip, though, I began to feel quite home sick, and I discovered that no matter how much I love to travel, I don’t think I will ever be able to live anywhere except Australia. It is home to me.
I am currently sitting on top of my suit case. One may ask why I would be doing this at this particular moment, and the answer to that is simple. I am a teeny bit of trouble fitting everything into my suitcase. Shouldn’t be a big deal, I’ll figure it out, and sitting on it seems to be compressing my clothes, and is actually helping, so that’s good. So there is a tip for you. The reason that I am sitting on a suitcase is because this time tomorrow, I am going to be in another country, and would quite like to have a different set of clothes. (It is really fun saying that, you should try it sometime.)
This is my first trip out of the country (again, fun!) and I still have a lot to do, I’m not sure how I am finding time to blog, but I am. It is funny how you find time to do things that you really don’t have time to do. Anyway, I am very excited. And I wanted to tell you all about it. I shall write more about my trip, as it happens, and shall document everything until my heart is content, so there will be a few pretty pictures along with my many and varied stories.
Wish me luck at customs, my traveling companions tend to break a sweat and look very guilty and nervous, even though they aren’t guilty, and haven’t done anything wrong. It will be an interesting day.
Oh wow oh wow oh wow. So this morning I was watching sunrise this morning, while frantically trying to get ready for school, when I saw something very surprising. My little Adelaide had made headlines on a nation wide breakfast show. This doesn’t happen often, because apparently Melbourne and Sydney are way more interesting than Adelaide, which, I guess, would be in fact true. Anyway, unfortunately, Adelaide was making headlines for all the wrong reasons.
The university of Adelaide has recently launched a new program, where you can pay $7600 to reserve your spot, and graduate high school in year 11, and start university in what would have been your final year of high school.
This is unbelievably unfair. Students should be allowed to attend university, regardless of whether their parents have $7600, and they should not get priority. We have taken several steps backwards here, and have gone back in time to when university was only an option for the rich.
So, the bottom line is, there goes everyone’s chances of getting in to Adelaide university, unless you have a large amount of money to back you up. I guess I can cross that university off the list of places I would consider attending. It is times like these that I wish that I was rich a immensely privileged. Maybe in my next lifetime.
In one of Martin van Beynan’s not so clever or politically correct articles he asked “What, for instance, is a young woman to make of the recent “slut walk”?” There is only very few things that I actually like about being a teenager, but I have to say, being able to give my take on things is actually quite fun, and I know that people often wonder about what the youth of today think. So this one is for you, Martin, I’m going to answer you question.
I think that the slut walk many things, but if I had to sum it up in one word I would say inspiring. Simply because it gives hope. That people can and will fight injustices. Knowing that there are people out there willing to band together and make a point, and make it heard. One day, I want to do what these women and men do.
And since all of these articles, and the comments on the articles, have been infuriating and disheartening, I wanted to share this one positive thought I had. There was one commenter on this article that said
“Nice article Martin. Seems the female species have yet to understand their purpose in life. Honestly, if men decided that enough was enough with this feminism rights nonsense, what could women possibly do to stop things from reversing to where they should be in the first place?”
The thought that I had when I read this was that you can’t. There is no way that men will decide to put this ‘nonsense’ to bed, because many support it. There is no way anyone could stop this now. It is never going to go backwards.
People have often called me boring. I have never really taken offense to it, I can understand why people would say that. I don’t enjoy taking risks. While everyone else is having time time of their lives, I will be looking after their possessions. And giving them answers to homework.
But I think that boring people aren’t boring at all, I mean, how many people do you know that are boring? It takes a very interesting type of person to be boring. That makes complete sense.
It is because people that are called boring, are different. They aren’t afraid to do what they want to, instead of doing what that one eccentric person wants to do. That takes confidence. Something that non boring people don’t always have.
So next time you think a person is boring, think again. Because the courage it takes to be different, and boring, is not possessed by every person. And those qualities, they are not boring.
I am one week into the 2 semester of my first year at high school. Finally I think I am getting used to it. I remember that first week of high school felt like a whole year. I thought I would never see the end of this year. So you could imagine my relief to know that it is almost August, and that time doesn’t feel so slow anymore.
A few months ago I went back to my old primary school to talk about my new school, and high school in general. I did most of the talking, because I’m like that, and the two other people that came with me weren’t particularly chatty. I talked about the differences between high school and primary school. There are a thousand and one things you could list,but at the end of the day, everyone is going to have different things that they miss, and different things that they don’t miss. It took me a long time to stop wanting to go back to my old school, to a familiar and safe environment. Now, I have recently realized, I am happy where I am.
The third term is the hardest to get used to, because that is when your classes change. I’m not very happy about one of the classes, but thankfully, it only goes for a term. So I might survive it.
When I first started high school, everyone would ask me how is high school, and I always say its good, I’m happy, the same perfunctory responses each time. All I really wanted to say is that I don’t know, because I really didn’t. That very much rings true now, since I do know a lot more. Now I can actually answer there question properly.