First Day Of School - Blog Posts

First day as a teacher

I have decided that I want to become a teacher and have also decided that on type first day I will scare the shit out of the new year 7’s starting at the school 😂

*first day of class and tiny year 7 students standing outside the room*

Me: *door bursts open marking the students jump* Everyone in and stand behind your chair *Smirks*

*students do as told*

Me: *as walking quickly towards the front of the class room makeing cardigan/cape blow in the wind* There will be no foolish pen clicking. In. This. Class. *turns to to class* I don’t expect many of you to know the exact science and art that is Music, but there can be a select few who have a small understanding. I can teach you how to capture the ears and insnare the mind. I can teach you how to write and compose. Music is a powerful tool it could lighten the darkest of moods and would even in extrem cases put a stopper in death!

Clover Kitty Goes to Kittygarten

Clover Kitty Goes to Kittygarten

It’s back to school season, and some little ones will be going to Kindergarten for the first time! Many schools are going virtual due to the Covid-19 pandemic, some states are opening schools and those children may still have anxiety about their first day of school, or being in contact with children they don’t know in a new daycare setting.

Clover Kitty Goes to Kitty Kittygartenis a sweet…

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Being an AP art history student.. my textbook is 14 pounds!!📚🎨

I have to make a short film about my school by Friday omggg

In honor of my first day of school

FFS IT'S THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL AND I ALREADY FEEL AS IF I'M ON THE VERGE OF AN ANXIETY ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!

back-to-school thoughts

When I was a kid, the end of the summer holidays always brought around a wave of excitement. As much as I loved the six weeks we got off, going back to school was a whole new level of excitement. Going back to school meant a new start (I think my brain still functions on a September-to-September calendar), seeing friends I hadn't seen in all summer, and the opportunity to reinvent myself.

I would spend hours upon hours watching 'DIY stationery tutorials' and 'What's in my Bag' videos to try and recreate my image in the days leading up to the beginning of the year. I'd collect all my newest pens and pencils (which I would inevitably lose before the Christmas holidays) and pack my bag and anxiously wait for 8am the next morning so I could run off to school.

I couldn't wait to see which teachers I'd have, who was in my classes, and how I'd stack up against the milestones of getting older.

Now - as an adult in university who pretty much hated her last few years of school - the last few weeks of summer are rife with stress. The simplicity of childhood excitement has been replaced with a complicated cocktail of deadlines, money stress, and the pressure to constantly perform.

Yeah, university can be fun. I love my friends, I love my freedom, and I love the satisfaction of achieving my dreams. But the joy of learning that I felt when I was younger often feels crushed beneath an avalanche of essays, group projects, and the constant mental math of wondering where this takes me.

I sometimes think about the younger version of me - who read academic journals for fun - and wonder if I'll ever recapture the carefree excitement of a new academic year.

Maybe it’s not about recreating that feeling but reimagining it. It’s not about colourful pencil cases or new backpacks anymore (although, I love me a nice, new notebook or some cute pens). It’s about finding small joys in the chaos - coffee with friends, a doughnut during exam season - and reminding myself that growth, no matter how daunting, is worth it.

So here’s to all of us still navigating education, whether you are at school or university. I hope that this year is the best it could possibly be, no matter what your best looks like.

Growing Pains

I’ve been looking at my body lately

Seeing how it grows

How it’s shaped

How it moves

At first it was fun

Feeling myself being all attractive and cute

Stretch marks on my butt meaning it’s getting bigger is a real confidence booster

But yet

I don’t stop growing

My face is changing

My legs are changing

My skin is taking different textures

It’s a little bit terrifying

And what about senior year?

So close to college

What do I do then?

With a major that is fueled purely by a dream

By a life long passion

I may enjoy it

But for how long?

Will it grow old?

I’m getting older

And I’m scared for what the world has in store for me.

It’s really just now hitting me

That I’m not going to be a child soon

What’s sad is that I don’t feel too much different

I feel more self reliant

Confident in myself

But the part where I understand the cruelty of people and the world has stayed the same

I already knew it too well.

I feel humble

At ease

But also, I feel like a kid that’s not ready

I feel like my body is growing out of my soul

Maybe not that…

Maybe my soul is trying it’s hardest to stretch

So it can fit the shape of my body

I wanna stay a kid

But still have freedom

Is this an option?

For years

And years

I’ve had a mirror in front of my bed

And my gaze would always go to it

I looked at myself

At my reflection

Thinking back to how I was

What I used to see in that reflection

Is so jarring

Growing up may be scary

But it’s also so beautiful

I feel grown

But still young enough to enjoy my life

This is the part

Where I leave my worries behind

Where I enjoy myself

Where I am confident but humble

Where I stop caring about others

And just let me be me

Because this may be the last time that I’m able to do that.

This year

Senior year.