Olympics Opening Ceremony

It started off very well, really liked the beginning and even the weird NHS thing was sweet. The sight of J.K. Rowling always reduces the inner Harry Potter fan-girl within me to tears, so that was nice. But then for a little while it descended into what I would politely call lunacy. Definitely not what I would call impressive. But hey ho, what do I know. Curious to know what people from all around the world thought of it. (Heard that a Tory MP tweeted that it was ‘multicultural crap’ - but this is the guy who was sacked for attending a Nazi-themed stag party.)

But then the parade of athletes was great, really loved watching that. I don’t know why but something about the unity and together-ness (not a word, but it should be) made me feel really emotional and just, happy, inside. And they all looked so happy. Well, who wouldn’t be, parading to ‘Stayin’ Alive’?

I was taken aback to hear everything first said in French then repeated in English! I googled it though and found that people had already started asking on Wiki and Yahoo answers; apparently the founder of the modern Olympic Games was French, and French and English are recognised as the official languages of the Olympics? Interesting.

So yeah. Let the Triwizard Tournament Olympic Games begin! (The beginning bit of the ceremony was very Harry Potter-esque wasn’t it? Was it just me who thought that they’d be getting the Goblet of Fire out any second?!)

Just been thinking.

I’ve been trying to decide for a while now what my blog actually is. And I think I’ve decided that it is what my mind would look like if you could see it. I love visual aesthetics, both natural and artistic. I love literature, and the power of words, when put together in the right way, to inspire and motivate, or capture emotions, moments, feelings. I love the beauty of language in general, whether it be English, French or Arabic. I love wit and humour, from dry and cynical, to downright silly and immature. I’m always thinking about the state of our world at the moment, and although it saddens me how much cruelty there is, I love the fact that there are good people. Lots of good people. And I do believe that good will prevail over evil, however long it takes. I love talking to people, I love my friends, I love my family. I love beautiful music. I love good films. I love House MD and Doctor Who and Harry Potter and old Disney films. I love expressing myself. I just love writing. Excitement, happiness, fear, sadness, worry, whatever’s on my mind… it doesn’t matter. I love clearing up and articulating my thoughts. It let’s me think so much more clearly. :)

yay finished chemistry.

also just had a really nice chicken sandwich.

so now do i do my mock trial stuff or start revising biology..? :|

last night was amazing, my friend came round and we watched films. pride and prejudice just never ceases to amaze me, i love love love love love it. mr darcy and elizabeth are so perfect.

also whilst watching i had flashbacks of the time last year or the year before when me and monica had to act out the scene where mr collins proposed to lizzie for our GCSE english. guess who was mr collins. just the thought of professing my ‘violent affections’ still cracks me up. ~

"I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it."

Jonathan Safran Foer

rien à voir avec

nothing to do with/nothing like

Ex. C’était bizarre. L’homme qui dormait dans le canapé n’avait plus rien à voir avec celui qu’elle avait epousé.

It was odd. The man who was sleeping on the sofa was no longer anything like the one she had married.

Ex. Cela n’a rien à voir avec toi!

This has nothing to do with you !

(Source: healthynarcissism)

s’entasser

to pile (up)

Ex. La neige continuait à s’entasser sur la ville, en flocons lourds mais silencieux.

The snow continued to pile up on the city, in heavy but silent flakes.

(Source: healthynarcissism)

engourdi

numbed

Ex. Engourdie par le froid, la « ville qui ne dort jamais » semblait tourner au ralenti.

Numbed by the cold, the “city that never sleeps” seemed to be moving in slow motion.

(Source: healthynarcissism)

literature exam went so much better than expected!

another subject crossed off the list. whew. 
 
The Mockingbird question I did was to write about how Harper Lee presented people learning things from experience. Quite a lot to write about - Scout, learning the reason why Boo didn’t want to come out and learning to put herself into other peoples’ shoes; Jem, learning that the world isn’t perfect, that bad things happen to good people; Uncle Jack, about the right way to bring up children, being fair and listening to their points of view… and a few others. You had to write about what people didn’t learn too, so I wrote about Bob Ewell not learning from his mistakes in looking after Mayella and continuing to be lazy and abusive even after the trial, and after he’d seen the effect it’d been having on her, that she’d turn to someone who she was forbidden from for love and affection because she had nowhere else to turn to. Oh, and about 30 seconds before the end of the exam, I decided to add in about how Atticus, even though he is portrayed as the ‘teacher’ in many of the previous examples, is not infallible, and he himself made a mistake by allowing his children to walk home in the dark. However, he will learn from it, as the children learnt from their mistakes, and as Ewell did not.
 
Ok, enough of a ramble about Mockingbird. Section B was the poetry - I chose the question that split it up into two sections, so you could compare two poems and then two poems, instead of all four at once. So part a) was to compare the effectiveness of openings in Walt Whitman’s Patrolling Barnegat and one other poem - I chose Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130. And part b) was to compare the effectiveness of endings in Gillian Clarke’s Catrin and one other poem - I chose Seamus Heaney’s Blackberry-picking. I think I managed it alright, used the words ‘caesura’ and ‘enjambemant’ which was always my aim :P and I think I made some valid points. Wrote 6 pages! So hopefully, even if some of it is wrong, I’ve written enough to ensure that some of it actually makes sense, and luckily there’s no negative marking.
 
My God though, my handwriting was absolutely attrotious. I was struggling to make it legible because I was writing so fast, and my pen was smudging a little bit - well, it was gloopy, and that was pretty annoying, came out of the exam with black ink all over my fingers and face (because I tend to rub my face when I get nervous, haha). Only one essay writing subject left - History. The rest, Chemistry, Physics, Maths, Geog and ICT all have shorter questions. So, Chem and Physics will be over by the end of this week. Then I have two weeks to revise Geog, History and ICT - Maths, I’m feeling quite prepared for anyway.
 
So, currently writing this in the library in school. Could’ve gone home after the exam but I stayed so I could see a teacher about something. Kinda wish I’d gone home now because it’s 2:30 and I have nothing to do for another hour and a half. Could do some more chemistry but I’ve been doing that ever since the end of my English so I’m a bit tired. Sigh. So yeah, tumblr’s blocked here but I’m writing this as an email draft and I’ll post it when I get home.
 
Ok, I’m gonna stop ramblng now, really. I’m done with English. FOREVER.

oh,

House was really good, but I didn’t have that shower. Woops. Well, midnight’s a silly time to take a shower anyway. Tomorrow morning yh 

I think tomorrow I get to be home alone for the day. Which is always fun, and will inevitably involve music being blasted loud and proud and me dancing around the house like nobody’s watching. Which hopefully they won’t be. My plan is to get Unit 3 Chemistry done anyway, and go over all my poetry for Tuesday’s literature exam. Should probably start reading To Kill A Mockingbird again too, to refresh my memory. I can’t believe that after Tuesday, I will never have to study English again. Weird.

p.s. I actually wrote about Love After Love.. so glad I understood it last night, I actually have no idea what other poem I could have used :’)

*thinking to myself* please don’t let Hurricane Hits England be on the paper, please please please

*opens paper*

Compare the methods used by the poets to write about feelings from the past in ‘Hurricane Hits England’ and one other poem.

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