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It was 10 years ago

Today is June 20, 2017. What happened on this day 10 years ago, is lost to me. I don’t know OK? I have to think to remember what underwear I put on this morning. Generally speaking, in June 2007 I was in my last year of high school. I had probably just wrapped up my Caribbean Secondary Education Certificate examinations and was preparing for graduation.  (Coincidentally, 10 years later my high school, the St. Hilda’s Diocesan High School, is finally extending to have a sixth form.)

I remember a few things concerning me the most at that time.

 

Oh my God! I failed my Caribbean History examination and will have to resist it.

 

I DON’T fail! I just don’t. Like anyone else out there I don’t like the feeling of failing or losing. This was the first time (only twice so far) that I felt that I had not only let myself down but others as well and caused embarrassment and a blow to my reputation. After the exam I went home, got into bed and cried all night (again, this only happened one time after this).

Leading up to the examination I was online (yahoo messenger…yes. It was hot) chatting with a classmate of mine about unrelated topics. Once at school, the chatting was taken offline and face-to-face. I did not revise and read over the way I normally would have in preparation. I felt unprepared.

When the results came out, I passed Caribbean History with a distinction (the highest score category). What was I stressing about? I don’t know. And on top of that, I am not an historian today.

 

I am not graduating or taking any graduation pictures until my broken tooth is fixed.

 

That was the demand I made to my parents. This must be the first time I am talking about my tooth. I usually don’t even acknowledge it because I’ve been insecure about it for the longest while. I should just accept it because I am stuck with it.

In primary school, I broke my front tooth and got it fixed. A few years later while still in primary school I broke the tooth again AND the tooth beside it. When I went to get it fixed, the pain was too much to bear so I didn’t go through with the procedure. I went through high school with a broken tooth and the nerve started to decay after a few years.

Long and short of the story is that it couldn’t be fixed and had to be replaced. Yes, I have a fake tooth in my mouth. I was so uncomfortable smiling and it affected the way I moved my lips when speaking. That was the most annoying bit. The fact that my speech sounded a little different (only for a while) was nowhere close to how annoying it was that my lips instinctively tried to cover the tooth when I spoke. I am still a little self-conscious of it especially for pictures but I have learned how to just work with it (it’s all in the angles). This should not have been such a big deal because I found out that it is a lot more common than I thought. Young and old have a tooth like mine and we are all living just fine.

 

I can’t wait to get out of this place!

 

Not the school (I loved school). I just wanted to get out of the community and town I lived in. It wasn’t a bad place but it wasn’t my fit. I didn’t feel comfortable and it got worse as time went by.  I felt as though I would be stifled there and Kingston would be a better fit for me.

As it turns out, Kingston is a better fit. The friends I am closest with I have either met here or reconnected with here in Kingston. My nomadic spirit is free to move around and the constant bustle is in keeping with my need to always be doing something. BUT low and behold, why must life be so expensive here? Sweet heavens! I don’t even want to think of the alternative. I am happy where I am and that’s that.

 

If I could go back in time I would have told my younger self to stop stressing. It is all going to work out. Focus on your own lane and do not be distracted by the pace of others. You possess a power in you that you cannot imagine right now but you will see it at work.

That would have been comforting to hear 10 years ago.

What were you worried about 10 years ago that no long matters today?

 

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I think I turned out alright.

Day 17: Why and When did you start Blogging?

I started blogging in June 2011.

I stared blogging because I was in my final year at University and I enrolled for a course that would see us being evaluated through the creation and maintenance of a blog surrounding things learned in the course.

I, having no knowledge of how to create and maintain a blog and not wanting to fail this very interactive and fun course, decided to find out how it was done beforehand.

I came across Tumblr. How? I am not entirely sure but I think the pretty pictures hooked me and I stayed with it. I began making text and audio posts just ‘trying out’ the new thing.

I had written a few pieces in a prose format to express pent up thoughts and shared the link with my very supportive best friend and some others.

They loved it! They encouraged me to write more and I did.

I eventually got hooked and stayed with it.

Oh, I passed that course with a better grade than I expected! My electronic portfolio (course blog) received a B or something thereabout. It was a great journey.

Challenge

Have you ever done a blog or photo challenge before?

I have. Once before. It wasn’t anything spectacular.

I have been thinking about doing one for the upcoming month. I have been searching around for the perfect March Blog Challenge and I have found two so far that I like. They don’t request anything bland or repetitive of what I have already posted on my blog. I particularly like the one word photo challenges that are open to interpretation.

This challenge will get me to blog everyday for a whole month. This will help me in reaching my (easily achievable) goal of adding at least 100 more posts to this bad boy (girl) before the year is out.

Do you have a blog? 

Are you struggling with post ideas?

Look for a blog challenge. You’ll love it. If you find any that you think I may like, please share.

The Neighbours

Last evening, I heard ‘sounds’. 

I thought they might have been watching a show then I remembered there was only one person in the house (supposedly).

Going about my business, I passed a car parked at the gate…made perfect sense.

This may be the only time she has the house to herself.

Make use of it ya girl!

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Now I smell weed (marijuana, ganja, mary j, ice, hot grabba) coming through my window.

No man, this girl is getting buckwild!

And all I can do with my lame ass is blog about it.

You know what? no one said that being a responsible adult meant I had to leave my fun-loving spontaneous ways behind! No I wont go and join them but I am determined to enjoy life like I used to!