Sunday, 29 June 2014


Poetry Prompt Day 3 - A confusing figure of speech.


Why do we say
(when we're the happiest we have ever felt)
that we are

Surely it would be more accurate to say
 taken my breath away in love
                   around             love
skipping                     in

That is,
if it's as good
as everyone says it is.

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A Night's Terror

My poem for day 2 of the challenge has to be about something that scares me...enjoy.

A Night's Terror
When I was a young girl
I had a recurring dream
that I was running towards my Dad
but he acted like he hadn't seen
me and ran the opposite way
until my little legs were done.
He continued out of sight
and I toddled into the setting sun.
The world became darker
and I began to cry
sobbing for my Mum and Dad
who, no matter how hard I tried,
could no longer hear me.
They were far too far away.
The panic I felt in that dream,
has haunted me to this day.
I hate to be alone
it scares me more than anything else
because when you hate the person you are
it's hard to be by yourself.
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Saturday, 28 June 2014

Dear Me...

They always say that a poem a day keeps creativity at I have decided to enter into another blog challenge where I write a poem according to a different theme every day (although I have decided to intersperse them rather than actually post one every day consecutively).

This first one, is what I would like to say to my teenage self.

Dear Me...
Oh hi young Charlotte.
How you doing there?
This is you from the future
who has come to share
a bit of advice
about what you're going to find
when you head off to uni.
What it is that you've signed
yourself up for
in this big bad world.
What it is that happened
as your education unfurled.
I'm not going to say much
(don't want to ruin the surprise)
but what I will say is this:
you really opened your eyes.
You looked at the world
from more angles than one.
You looked down at the ground
and up to the sun.
You were both on top of the world
and as far down as its core;
both surfing the ocean
and washed up on its shore.
There was many a time
throughout these four years
when your heart was broken
and you couldn't hide your tears.
But there were times also
when your giggles couldn't stop
and you needed to climb no more,
you had reached the top
of the world you lived in.
And you were surrounded by
people that you adored
who were there when you cried.
What I'm trying to say
is there were ups and downs
but never give up
as you make it past those frowns.
Life has a way
of working itself out.
So try to enjoy it,
dance, laugh and shout.
I promise you Charlotte
that all is ok in the end.
Your tears will dry.
Your heart will mend.
What I will do next
I have no clues
but I've done alright so far
so I know I will choose
the right path to follow,
staying true to myself.
Making the best decisions I can
to keep me happy and in health.
But most of all, teenage me,
don't worry about us.
Don't overthink things too much
and stop making a fuss.
Everything is fine
and you're in safe hands.
All you need is to keep walking.
And I know you can.
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Exciting news

I am never normally one of those people who, after the return of an assignment, proudly puts a Facebook status announcing that I have received a first in that particular essay. 1. Because I think it's boastful and unnecessarily attention seeking. 2 because it makes other people feel bad if they haven't done as well and 3. because I would never get a first anyway. But the other day I did feel compelled to tell everyone that I have been awarded a 2:1 for my degree in Primary Education (with English specialism) by the University of Reading. I genuinely thought I was going to get a 2:2 so I was over the moon. I burst into tears, I just couldn't believe that I had made it and passed my degree in a satisfactory way. This time last year I was seriously considering dropping out, despite being 3/4 of the way through the course so I definitely couldn't see this day ever arriving. But I've made it.

For those of you reading this from around the globe or if you are younger than myself and therefore don't understand the grading system...a 2:1 is the second highest award you can receive. A first (first class honours) is the top grade and about as prestigious/difficult to achieve as an A* at A level. A 2:1 (second class honours division 1) is next and similar to an A at A level and then comes the 2:2 (second class honours division 2). While you can still do plenty with 2:2s it does make life a little harder in terms of finding a job or internship, many of which demand a 2:1 or above. And finally comes the Third if you receive a 40-50% average. It is the lowest pass grade, and you fail if you get below 40%. 

What annoys me most are those people who moan about getting a 2:1 because they were desperate for a first. To get a first you do need to get a top grade in every single exam, essay, assignment, presentation, everything... There is no room for error at all which is why it is so hard to get them. And if you mess up one exam, then that could be that. Which would be horrendous but you don't need to shout about it when the majority of people around you are happy with a 2:1. It is diminishing their achievement.

On Results Day everyone should be proud of themselves. Whether you get a first or a third, you have spent a lot of time and effort working towards this grade and we deserve to be pleased with ourselves for even making it through the three (or in my case, four) years. I am so so proud of every single one of my friends, and I feel each one has received a great grade that they deserve. Well done Reading University Class of 2014. Somehow, we did it.

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Wednesday, 18 June 2014


To put it shortly, Durham is one of the most beautiful places I have ever visited. Tucked away in the North, not far from Newcastle, it is a proper (and rather scary) trek for this southern gal to undertake...7 hours on the Megabus no less. But it was more than worth it.

Full of woods, riverside walks, hills, cobbled streets and cute little alleyways, this town could not be so quaintly unique. It was packed full to the brim with cute little coffee shops and restaurants that made Durham seem a world away from the busy town where I go to university that is full of chains and shopping centres. I found myself wanting to try every single one so I had to spend the majority of my time eating while I was there. Which was all made possible by the fact the north is very cheap. Growing up in the slightly la-di-da West Sussex and attending university very close to London, means I am used to expense. You can go out for a meal or a night out and easily spend £25. If you are lucky. But in Durham, prices were half that. At one point a decent meal plus drinks came to less than £10 each - I couldn't believe my eyes. Northerners don't know how lucky they are. They are in for a shock if they ever come down to London.

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