Several things to tell you.
First, sorry for my absence (again), but I have a life and consider this to be a good thing (most of the times). Second, a week ago I had a very awkward experience...I dropped my protégé at school and was held up by the principal. They had a Scotland-centred day on that day (which simply means that they were talking about Scotland, not that the school was suddenly centred in Scotland) and she informed me about them baking cakes later on during the day. Confused, I looked at her without responding. Why was she telling me this? Did she want to rub it in my nose she was about to have yummy Scottish shortbread? Was this some sort of code to tell me my protégé didn't do enough homework? She must have noticed my look, as she added hastily: "There is going to be chocolate in them and I wanted to make sure you are ok with that." This, actually, added to my confusion. Was she really requiring my permission to have the little girl eat chocolate? It turned out to be exactly this and all I am left to do now is wondering how messed up our world has become. Have we truly reached a state where teachers have to ask the parents' permission for every little piece of chocolate they consume? Seriously? I was completely unable to respond and stammered a "yes, of course" which she received with a grateful smile (I mean which douche bag of parent would say no? Imagine that: "no, Tilly, even though everyone is having shortbread with chocolate you cannot have any. Your mummy says chocolate is brought to us by Satan and you have to eat up this piece of broccoli before you're leaving") There are just some "trends" in parenting I don't get. They are fed broccoli from morning till night but watch TV the whole weekend, what messed up parenting theory is that? Alright, enough ranting about sucky parents and school systems (and believe me I could go on about that forever, so feel blessed I am stopping now...). More importantly, I heard back from my editor of Indelible Chaos and, as it seems, they are going to bring out the anthology including my short story after all (it only took them longer than a year, but hey, it matters that you get there, not how long it took you, right?) So, apparently, I will be published soon!!! Well, I believe it when I see it, but it is really exciting, especially as things with future plans are not really working out momentarily, so at least something positive. About my future...there are various options and none of them appeal to me so much that I am clearly directed, which is kind of frustrating. I could do a master's degree, or go working, or an internship or go to America, or stay where I am, or, or, or... I know, complaining on a high level, I feel ashamed...the other day N and I were talking about the children's problems and how, well, to be blunt, ridiculous they sometimes seem to us adults. We answer with "well, if that is your biggest problem, you have a very good life". However, telling children they should stop making a fuss about minor things is kind of hypocritical, isn't it? We tend to say things like "there are really worse things to happen" and "there are so many children who wish they had anything to eat, you should be grateful". But we are no different, are we? To be honest, if you go with that argument and you're not an African-based single mum who has to think about how she and her children are going to survive the next day, or a refugee in a war zone, no one is entitled to complain, especially in America or the Western European countries. So, I have stopped giving such stupid answers and take their problems seriously, even if it is about leaving the playground two minutes earlier than the rest... Also, to add some morals to this story, I am now trying to change my attitude from "OMG, I am such a poor, miserable creature, please pity me" to "great, I am young, debatably pretty and have so many options in my life". Yes, I know, sounds very mature, but I succeed about two days out of seven to have my attitude in order, so get back on your seats. As this is supposed to be about my experiences in England, some pieces of that, too. Last Saturday, I did a course in Marketing and I LOVED IT! Which is not helpful at all, as I had finally settled for Creative Writing and now I can have that creative writing vs. media and marketing/doing what I love vs. earning real money debate all over again...thank you Richmond Community College. Anyway, I am going up to Covent Garden on Sunday, so there should be some interesting pics on soon. Cheerio!
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AuthorIn September 2015 I started a new chapter of my life by moving (temporarily or permanently, not yet decided) to England where I work and socialise now. Archives
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