Having left Lisbon on a high note I came back to the UK, sunny and rainy- not able to make up its' mind, typically. Odd jobs (of no particular interest to the outside reader) had to be completed. A Saturday with my beautiful girlfriend followed that, and, despite being exhausted from lack of sleep and a pretty horrendious journey back, I was packing up again to venture to summer school once more.
Bournemouth. Ups and downs? Not having accommodation was a downer, though rooming with a mate was good, till I saw the room. Sleep has been an issue.
Highs? Competed in a regional bboy champs, although feeling unprepared, with a lack of sleep and training meant I was pretty mortified by my overall performance. That said, we got to the semi-finals (3 on 3s, no doubt because of the other two bboys I was with).
Other ups? Seeing old faces from last year's been nice. Catching up, or what catching up I've been able to do as yet. A bizarrely positive side effect of a general lack of sleep has meant my average wake up time has slowly come from the Portuguese style 11am/midday, to the slightly earlier time of 6am, or there abouts.
Having come out of my teenage years and into my 20s I've slowly come to recognise the benefits of getting up earlier.
We shall see if I can keep it up,...
Right, its getting on past 7, should get ready for work...
Monday, 6 July 2009
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
Being shit at endings
A few weeks ago I was planning good endings, things to say to people, presents to give, things to do, ideas about what places to go to etc.
What happenend? You'll see...
The final week was a haze of things to get sorted. I managed to hit the Barrio Alto, to much dissapointment to the bboy in me ( or have I always wanted to do things? Yep, could never hack the 10 kids in a room round a computer). I did the staff meal. I trained.
But I failed at the endings.
Saying goodbye to people merged into the days normal events. Signing registers, going from classroom to classroom. Like time should have stoppped for the ending, but it didn't, it ploughed on ahead.
Typically afflicted by both being a man- ie not being that able to express myself in tough situations, and being English- so feeling a bit weird about it at the same time. Not good when the seconds are flying past.
Leaves me wishing I could materialise some the of the plans flying around in peaceful times, only to shatter in times of need. Guess no one is perfect.
What happenend? You'll see...
The final week was a haze of things to get sorted. I managed to hit the Barrio Alto, to much dissapointment to the bboy in me ( or have I always wanted to do things? Yep, could never hack the 10 kids in a room round a computer). I did the staff meal. I trained.
But I failed at the endings.
Saying goodbye to people merged into the days normal events. Signing registers, going from classroom to classroom. Like time should have stoppped for the ending, but it didn't, it ploughed on ahead.
Typically afflicted by both being a man- ie not being that able to express myself in tough situations, and being English- so feeling a bit weird about it at the same time. Not good when the seconds are flying past.
Leaves me wishing I could materialise some the of the plans flying around in peaceful times, only to shatter in times of need. Guess no one is perfect.
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