Dorset

So, half term was a couple of weeks ago now, and it was pretty good, I suppose. To be honest it did not really feel much like half term, what with Study Leave, but I did go to Dorset. I had been before and I do not really want to go back, because well, it's a bit boring... I am a city girl at heart and all that green just got a bit tedious after a while... It may have been a bit boring but there were a lot of dramas during the week.

I will start with the weather. I have never in my whole life seen rain like it, or felt wind like that! The only thing that came close was being in the middle of a hurricane when I was in the mountains of North Carolina in the USA. In other words, it was like standing under a helicopter with blades the length of the Great Wall of China while having a bucket of water poured on your head. People say I exaggerate. I do, but not in this case...much. Opening the back door took two people otherwise you would be flung across the field behind the house. Closing the door? That took a Roman army prepared to battle anything, and it really was a battle. Plants were blown over (dramatic huh?), dogs chased toys that were being flung down the field (no, seriously) and umbrellas turned inside out. Ok, so just re-read that sentence. Doesn't sound very dramatic does it? Um....this is awkward.

Anyway, next drama. The beds. Oh. My. Croft. It was like sitting on a trampoline that had collapsed. You sat on the bed on the first floor and descended into the basement. I do not know who had been sleeping on there but my days they must have been BIG. My back by the end of the week must had molded to the bed I'm sure because it hurt, a lot. I tried to sit up, but ended up just rolling backwards into the wall. Oh dear. If I'm honest, I've had better nights sleeps.

Oh yeah and the big problem. Big is a good word to use because simply put, the house was not big, at all. I am 5'11" and my head wasn't a comfortable from the ceiling and I walked into the ceiling on numerous occasions. My mum had the same problem and I really don't know how the owner coped because he must have been at least 6'3". 

So some up the 'holiday' in a sentence? I've had better.

I'm back!

Hello readers! I have returned from GCSE hell and although I have not completely finished I only have two more left and they are both German exams and are bearable and plus, I couldn't leave my readers for such a long time again! I have a lot to tell...

Don't you hate it when you come out of an exam and think, "That was OK. I did it without much trouble!" then behind you emerging from the school hall are all your friends panicking about the exam saying it was impossible and they are going to fail? Yes? Well this happened to me on a couple of occasions during my exams. Unfortunately for me the people stressing about the exams were some of the cleverest in the year. They are also lovely people and somewhat modest, hence my confusion about whether they were just being modest or were genuinely worried. I just needed to forget about that exam once I had done it and simply...run away. Except that was not really feasible so I went home and ate chocolate instead while watching one of my many TV box sets. No doubt they will still get a better grade than me on those exams after panicking me after I felt fine!

The opposite also happened, I came out worried about the fact the longest question, worth the most marks, was on a topic I didn't know much about, only to find that everyone else felt absolutely fine. You can't imagine the stress... I have got to the stage now, however, after fourteen of my sixteen exams, where I am able to forget about them and just do absolutely NOTHING, and that is so lovely. I have prom coming up this week and am extremely excited to see how my friends will all look and to have a good time after exam stress.

Sorry this hasn't been a particularly funny or interesting post but I thought I ought to update you all on what I have been doing before I write anything else! I will do another post on my frankly 'interesting' trip to Dorset. I when I say interesting I mean in the sense of when you ask your mum whether she likes your outfit and she says with 'that' look on her her face - "Um, yeah, it's....interesting".