It’s been a while!
Sorry for the delay in pages for a few weeks. I’ve been going through it. (If going through it means going through absolutely nothing at all).
Seriously though, it’s quite distracting trying to keep yourself together!! <3
But let’s be honest, it’s really quite satisfying to give up on something for a while and take a break. Free yourself from the shackles of expectation! There is no shame in throwing in the towel. As long as you leave it in a heap on the floor and pick it back up eventually.
That said, thanks for sticking with me and waiting with baited breath for a new instalment. Without further ado, let’s crack our knuckles together and jump straight back into it…
Let me begin by saying that I loved getting awards. I was ~that kid~.
The way I saw it, if I wasn’t getting a certificate or a medal or some tangible proof that my effort had been worth it, then I couldn’t have cared less.
Awards were the symbols of academic gratification that I desperately craved in order to make up for my lack of social achievements.
Most of them were for English and Drama - I imagine that’s what this one was for.
…And, my safety poster is a finalist in the competition!
I remember we all had to design some sort of safety awareness poster and I can’t recall why mine was so good and got into the final round, but I believe it.
One of my proudest moments was winning first place in a competition our year group had. We all had to create essays/folders about an animal of our choosing.
I chose…the humble shark.
Sharks were something that I inexplicably loved (and let’s face it, still do).
You’ve seen that video of the ‘I love sharks’ guy? That was basically me around the time of writing this essay.
Sharks rocked my world. I thought they were terrifying and fascinating.
So it was a no-brainer when it came to picking my animal.
Let me tell you I knocked this essay out of the park. I remember it vividly. The front cover had a ‘WARNING: SHARK’ sign on the front and I broke down the most interesting shark statistics you’ve ever heard in your damn life.
I talked about the USS Indianapolis, the social and cultural impact of Jaws, and ranked all the different types of shark. (The coolest shark is not in fact a Great White, but is actually a Mako Shark).
Looking back, this may have been a pre-emptive sign of things to come in terms of my obsession with true crime and general morbid curiosity.
What did I win with this incredible shark essay, you ask? A giant Cadbury’s Easter Egg. (This took place around Easter).
They say that money doesn’t buy you happiness. But 11 year-old me would say that awards get you pretty close.