Studying.

Student + Dying = Studying.

As much as I thought the above sentance to be a "fail", I am a student and the amount of work I have to do is, actually, KILLING ME!
Okay, so maybe I'm being a little dramatic.
It's not exactly the "studying" that's the problem, I honestly don't mind that part. What really bugs me is the lack of free time left to those who actually do their work (!). On a regular school day, I get home at around 4.15; I eat, take a short fifteen minute break and then the work begins. Beofore I know it, it's twenty-past ten at night. Where in the name of Spongebob's square-pants DID MY TIME GO?! So let's do the math. I finish (or rather, have to stop) doing work at around 10.20pm, I need to be up at 7 (earliest) the next day - leaving me with a staggering...1 and a half hour slot of free time? This little time-jewel can perhaps be used for reading, or sketching, or writing...unless, of course, I'm too tired to do any of these and just flop down in front of the laptop and wallow in my own misery (dramatic?).

The next biggest student killers are, naturally, Teachers.
I understand that during the first week or so of College, they'll whine and preech about how "there's only 3 months left!" or my teachers' new favourite, "There's less than 13 weeks left!"
I understand the urgency of the situation, A-level exams and all that, but WE DO HAVE CALENDERS...and mothers for that matter. I don't know what runs through their minds sometimes. Do they think that one fine day, Kelly is going to wake up, carefree, only to find that her Maths A level Exam is in an hour?! PISH! Don't get me started on teachers. If I ever meet a certain lecturer or 3 of mine in another life, I've got a few choice words for them.

Another thing I've been thinking about: Is it actually possible to tell a teacher/lecturer that they simply don't know how to teach? Technically, it's not an insult unless you're lying. It's true. You can't teach for beans! ... *wanders of into mental shout session with her problematic teachers*

Tests, assignments, one-thousand word essays, pointless IT projects...each one carries its own little packet of stress, which is then dumped onto my Exam Stress pile.

You may be reading this and wondering, "But Kelly, how do you un-stress yourself? Assuming you're not always stressed, that is."
The answer is simple. Too simple, actually.
In the hour or two I have to myself everyday, I dedicate every single millisecond to doing things I love to do. For example:
- Reading
- Photography
- Drawing
- Gaming
- Listening to music while reading or drawing.
- Photoshopping ^^

To me, the perfect environment for me to unwind consists of:
A nice comfy sofa/bed, a book, the tv running on some terribly average programme, fluffy socks, and incense sticks burning the smell of green tea into the air. If it happens to be a nice, sunny day outside, I'd love to go take some nice nature shots, and take in the sun like some sort of deprived, pale plant. A book and a coffee to go are all I need on a day like that.
I WILL do these things in Summer. All day everyday (when I'm not working, duh!).
ALSO!
I'm off to England right after my A-levels. Nervous breakdown or not, I could use the holiday. They have actual countryside there. In fact, right now I'm saving up to buy my dream-camera - hopefully I'll buy it in time for the trip so that I can take better quality photos there. It's not everyday you get to hop on a plane and go somewhere else (Yes, I'm sick of this island with its construction infection. Up, up, up... I'm sick of metal monsters belching out cancer-infused farts of diesel and petrol, and I'm sick of walking by the same god-forsaken "marina" pumped thick with sewage. It hurts my head. I need space! Not from people but from these ...things O_O )

This is a line from Jon McGregor's If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things :

"...in some rare and sacred dead time, sandwhiched between the late sleepers and the early risers, there is a miracle of silence.

Everything has stopped."

You do not need to be a book-lover or English A level student to understand it. I'd like to find this space of time so I could revisit what it means to be "silent". Even when I'm alone in my home, I still hear the buzz of the refrigirator, the rumble of cars passing by, someone else's television or stereo on full blast (I'm going to find them and beat them with industrial sized headphones). So yeah, that quote interests me.

I'm done for now and I have Maths lessons soon.
Peace out
Kelly xo