Education, Life Experience, Misc.

English Flurries

A mad flurry of snow smacked the cold window as though it wanted to burst through to the warmth of the classroom, followed by the obligatory mad flurry of children dashing to look outside. “Omg it’s snowing!!” “Everybody look, it’s snowing!!” “Omg will we have a snow day??” “I’m gonna go sledging!!”

Let me just stop you right there, dears. 1) This is England. Yup, it’s pretty chilly 90% of the year, but the snow is never that treacherous. 2) If it really got that bad, do you really think we’d let you outside? 3) It’s only weather, I’m pretty sure you’ve seen snow before, sit down.

I don’t get it. I don’t remember being that painfully obsessed with snow that I would jump out of my seat and press my nose against the window, steaming it up with my teenage breath. I used to like it, sure, it looks pretty, I guess and it was pretty fun to play in. But I’m 22 now, places to be, people to see, no time for fun and games of the outdoors variety. It’s a pain. The whole of England, even though we hardly get any, decides to come to a painful standstill when the shite* stuff falls and no one can continue with normal life. Public transport, roads, paths, any means of travel are history and it’s highly, ridiculously unnecessary.

Anyhow. Kids, ya need to calm down when the flurries come, it’s not that big of a deal. Seriously. God I hope it’s gone by tomorrow…

* typo that should have been white, but I decided to keep it because as I typed it I snorted and the other people in the room gave me sideways glance…

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Life Experience, University, World

You’re my bestest friend….but only on this street

I’ve just been pegging out the washing, being the amazing housewife-in-training that I am (it would seem -_-) and there were two kids playing outside on the back street, probably about 6 years old. Ah, takes me back. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a 20 year old undergraduate, but that’s something for a different post. They were riding bikes and stopped just outside our garden wall and the girl turned to the boy and said in the most sincere way, “Did you know I started the fashion of long hair?” It was all I could do to not giggle, it was adorable. I even thought of writing a status about it on Facebook, but then I thought I could dig something out of it that would suit a WordPress post.

Congratulations if you’ve read this far 😉 The boy didn’t reply to her, so I thought the conversation was done with, and I went back inside to get more washing. When I came back out they were talking again but the boy said, “You know you’re my bestest friend, only on this street.” She replied with, “Including Tony?” and his response was, “Yes, my dear, including Tony.” Okay, I may have embroidered that last one a little, they’re from Yorkshire, they’re not going to be that posh. And it just made me want to jump in a time machine and head back to when I was six and I knew exactly who my friends were and who I wasn’t so much friends with. This year has been particularly notorious for struggling with various types of relationships and I just thought ‘Why can’t it be as simple and innocent as back then when you didn’t have any emotions in particular that could affect your life?’ The biggest decision is whether to have Skittles or Maltesers and whether to wear your pink t shirt with  a unicorn on it or the orange dress that your Nana thinks you look simply adorable in.

I do love my friends though and everybody that’s in my life. Everybody is so important to me in their own different way and I wouldn’t change any of them. Which is why I’ve now decided that I don’t actually want to go back. Relationships are complicated because each person is so vastly different to the next, even if they are the best of friends. All I want now is for uni to last forever *sob sob*.

Love your friends.

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