Leavers

So, Friday is our last ever day in high school.
Of course, we have to go back for exams, but we’ll never have normal lessons, or break or lunch ever again.
In three years we’ll be like ‘michaela who?’ And ‘what was his name, I’m sure I sat next to him in chemistry!’ It’s just going to be SO WEIRD.
I am really sad about leaving. All these people I’ve spent 5 years getting comfortable around, Gone. Replaced by hundreds of other people in college.
I’m really excited to be ‘moving on’, ‘going into the world’ etc etc but its just such a shame to leave.
Now it’s like ‘oh, Michaela and her friends poked you up the bum? Oh yeah that’s normal’ to ‘she did WHAT? What a weirdo.’ And I’m really quite sad.
My bestfriends aren’t in college with me, they’re in sixth form or at different colleges.
Who will I sit with at break and lunch?
Who will I mess around with in lessons?
Who will I run up to with gossip?
Waah! The first few weeks are going to be tough. I don’t want to make new friends. I want to keep all mine that ate my friends now. I can’t imagine being friends with anybody else, noone could ever be as close to me, replace them or be as special to me as they are.
I’m listening to take thats ‘never forget’ and it’s making me cry.

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‘Guy mates’

So my bestfriends (the girls) told me to write about my bestfriends (the guys).

There’s a lot I can say about them all.
I could list their names and state the things I love about each one of them.

I won’t embarrass them that much.
They’re all typical guys. They’ll all you ‘gay’ if you try and get soppy or emotional with them, they throw food at eachother and talk with their mouths full. The ‘banter’ can sometimes go a bit far but that’s because they’re guys and were girls and girls just can’t do banter, they take it to heart.

I wouldn’t change any of them for the world though.

They will always be there if you’re feeling down and will listen to you moan on at them about nothing in particular. They’re hugs are the best, you know that they’re really genuine and they can keep a secret.

Some of the things they say and do can be some of the funniest things I’ve ever witnessed. Or some of the weirdest. If you’ve never seen somebody eat a tea bag then you’re obviously not friends with these guys.
They will look after you when you’re not feeling too good or if you just feel a lot like poo.
Talking of poo their farts are absolutely disgusting.
They don’t care what us girls look like and don’t mind if we’re hair scraped back with no makeup on in a hoodie. We don’t have to make an effort for them or be careful what we do or say because it really doesn’t matter to them.(i hope!)
I can’t wait to have most of them round this weekend. They’ll probably wreck the place but we’ll have so much fun.
They’re absolutely crazy but I love them so much. They’ve cheered me up just writing about them. They’ve been my friends for about 3 years and I don’t think I’ll ever find any as special and lovely as these guys if I looked for the rest of my life.
‘HA. GAYYYYYEEEEE’

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Grandma Garnett

My little stats graph is getting better every day. This makes me happy:)
Another thing that makes me happy is the fact I got a C yesterday in maths. It was a practice paper, but still.. The revision is paying off and it’s good.
Concentrate on the good things and not the bad is always the best way to stay happy + it’s working for me. 🙂
One person who makes me very happy is my grandma. She’s so amazing.
She’ll literally do anything for anybody – when my grandad was ill with Parkinson’s she looked after him, lifting him in and out of his chair, cooking, pushing him around in his wheelchair, dressing him.. Right until the day he was hospitalised before he died.
When he did die, it was the fact he was so lucky to have my grandma that was mentioned so much.

grandma is the type of woman a man could spend his whole life searching for and his life would still be worthwhile if he failed to find her.

my cousin said this at his funeral, yet I’m not entirely sure that’s exactly what he said, it was much more poetic.
Spending the afternoon with her is always lovely, and after the death of my nanna I’ve really started to appreciate the time I have with my grandma knowing how precious it is.
I hate the thought of loosing her one day and being left without any grandmothers.
She’s been a huge part of my education. Thanks to her I can cook, bake and sew. I don’t need mum to fix the loose button on my shirt because I can do it myself.
She’s such a special lady just like my mum and my nanna. I love her ever so much and I’m so lucky to have women like them in my life.