[I would just like to apologise to you all for the bad language (swearing and whatnot) on my blog roll. I really should watch my mouth but this blog is pretty much my stream of consciousness… not that it’s an excuse. Anyway, I’m just warning you now and letting you know that I’m very sorry to anyone that is offended.]
I’m Caitiecakes, I’m currently 18, and I’m going to be applying for University in Australia for “Ancient History and Archaeology” in 2013 for 2014 entry.
At the moment I’m living in Singapore, where I’ve lived pretty much my entire life, and studying in a British School. It is because of the school I go to that I’m even allowed the opportunity to go to Greece in the first place!
British Schools finish around June, Australian Universities open around February. In my fancy-pants British school I study the IB and I’m presently in the last 5ish months left before my End of Year 13 exams! Eeek!
At the beginning of this year, 2012, I was the picture perfect schoolgirl. I never wore my hair down, I never dyed it an unnatural colour, my skirt was always knee-length and I never exceeded the jewellery allowance in the rules. My nails were either not painted or neutral colours and I never wore make up. Boooooring. Ok, I’m not dissing on anyone that does that, because, honestly, it’s the easiest way to get through school, head down, doing your work and getting by. But I’ve always wanted the prestigious role of “Head Girl”, a position offered only in your last year of school.
I did everything, all the clubs I’d attended, all the late nights I’d pushed myself through, all the ass-kissing and favours for teachers and bending over backwards… well it all made its way into the most amazing application letter my school has probably ever seen. HOWEVER. I didn’t make it. It was probably the most heart-breaking day of my life.
My response?I bawled my eyes out for about 3 weeks, in-school, out-of-school, in public, in a ball on the bathroom floor. Yeah, it was pathetic, but it was also the single biggest goal of my life up to that point. And I’d “failed”.
The people that did make the Head Team, our oh-so-respected and looked-up-to students in the school: the drinking, smoking, make-up-wearing, class-skipping, underage-clubbing, slutty-skirted, tight-shirted people of my year group. Perhaps more insultingly than this? They’ve all been at the school for less time than I have AND had either only joined the school the year of elections (that being Year 12 for us, we finish in Year 13- silly British), or had reputations for being bullies. Fabulous.
So what then? I skipped a class for the first (and only) time in my life- albeit only Biology but still, pretty badass in my eyes! I got my skirts cut short, I wore tons of jewellery (didn’t last long with the jewellry- too much effort), I tried make-up but gave up on it (again, too much effort). And the most radical of all. I got my hair dip-dyed pink, purple and blue.
Moving on from my spirit-crushing realisation that popularity always wins out over being a legitimately good role-model student. *sigh*
I love sailing and spreading my love for Ancient Civilisations (despite not being able to study the subject at IB in my school…)
How did I get my nickname, you might be wondering! Well..
Hmmm, what else? Well I have two adorable pets, Belle (my sweet-as-sugar dog) and Kushi (my beautiful-but-psycho cat):
I’m really, really going to miss living in Asia, but I can’t wait to move on with my life, go to Greece and then University in Australia! 😀
I’ve always tried my best to stand out for all the right reasons… even from a young age my eccentricity shone through :’)
Then I turned 18…