me and my spellings
Honestly I’ve tried blogging before…Unfortunately what happens to me is that I eventually get caught up in the rest of my life and lose interest…i won’t guarantee in a regular post because i’m not sure whether i will or won’t.. (did i spell ‘whether’ correctly?)
I’ve always been obsessed with my spellings. Ever since a fat teacher in Year 3 told me that for a Burgher girl my spellings were pretty awful! At that time i had weird pronunciation as well…i became conscious of that when i said the name ‘Julian’ in Famous Five out loud, the way i said it in my head. Turned out that wasn’t how it was supposed to sound. (Don’t ask me how i pronounced ‘Julian’ differently..i cannot remember!) And then at the tender age of 10 the same Burgher girl found out she could spell ‘Dictionary’ at the Primary Spelling Bee but somehow couldn’t fathom how on earth ‘Sportsmeet’ was spelt!!
As time went by i did learn to spell…properly! Even my whacked up pronunciation definitely took a turn for the better…though to this day i do tend to mispronounce a few words here and there..if you hear me arguing that ‘it’s a proper noun it can be pronounced anyway!’ then you KNOW i’m not sure of my pronunciation!
Now that i’ve finally left school i feel as if there’s this empty void. I must admit though, i never did have my required 80% attendence for my A/L’s. Somehow that never became an issue with most teachers. I always thought that i’d be the happiest convent girl to break free from the constantly praying clutches of ‘those nuns’..but now i miss it. I miss those dark corridors, those stairs (which i climbed with many a complaint), and most of all i miss the sheer predictabilty of life. The fact that i knew when the Interval was going to be, (though i ate during class) when i was going to have to come up with an excuse for not being in class during last week’s English Lit. lesson, being told constantly that i was going to fail my A Levels unless i got my act together and stopped doing everything else but my studies…
Yes, i miss school. I miss the buildings, the people, and yes i even miss the politics and that’s saying something!!!
Now i work, and it’s not that i don’t enjoy it..i do! It’s just that now i’m home at 7.30 or 8 and not at 3..cos that was the time i got home after school. That’s my biggest problem! Looking on the bright side, Ammie doesn’t complain when i come home at 4am anymore…i got a tatoo, and i make quite a decent amount working which means monthly shopping expeditions 
i’ going to Uni soon and..i think i’m growing up..hmmm…im not sure whether that’s good or bad… (are you sure ‘whether’ is spelt like that?!!)
