Return of the Blog

That's right kids and the teachers who actually read the blogs.

I got my DSA equipment today (no I did not get anything to do with a car it’s my Disabled Students Allowance stuff) meaning I now have regular access to a computer with the Internet. Dam there goes my excuse for not doing work, always a down side in life.

For though of you who are unsure of anything I will re-cap the madness that is me.

I'M AN EGOTISTICAL, DYSPRAXIC, COMPUTER GEEK

My am I egotistical, sarcastic and hyperactive and why don't I shut up well I will explain.

Juniors school was a mixed bad of good and bad times the good was great and the bad was down right horrible but then I went to high school. Many many many people get bullied in high school and it differs in how bad it was. I'll put it this way as to not go into details I’ve come close to suicide on two separate occasions and thought about seriously hurting specific people and several occasions. I went five years of hell, hiding black eyes and learning to cover injuries with various excuses. Not only did I have high school I had my violent brother as well who had anger management problems and threw temper tantrums on many occasions (he's 21 and still does as far as i know)

Then came college, thank god for college (I’m not religious but thank Karma doesn't sound as well) having not being diagnosed with dyspraxia yet and having a high school who really didn't care I came out with 1 GCSE so to do my A levels I had to do a re-sit year. BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME, I did my English and maths re-sits and I took on GNVQ media a 4 GCSE equivalent. I'd always been interested in media, I took drama classes when I was young and my play fighting when I was little included realistic fake punches, convincing falls and fake limps. So I thought media would be fun and interesting and I was right but I found something. In college people want to learn and the threats teachers make are promises not threats, if a teacher was annoyed with someone they wouldn’t get 100 warnings and then a half hour detention they'd get kicked out the class room for the whole lesson and have to come back after woods and get reprimanded.

Oh and I found something else, I found I was good at media, anything I couldn't do, well that didn't matter because I’d be in a ground with someone who could do it. Then there came presentations and I discovered blagging. Blagging for anyone who doesn't know is basically making it up as you go along, it's being able to come up with something convincing, well thought out and to the point without making notes or doing great details of research. This is a skill I’ve always had which is why think I’m so much smarter than I actually am. It's not the words most difficult skill to use but to master it takes time and a natural ability which luckily I have. I hate show offs and I can't stand people who find ways to work their talents or skills into normal conversations but I am proud of my blagging skill and it helps a lot in media.

My first ever presentation my group members (2 girls) complained that I wasn't doing enough work, they even complained to the teacher, when it came to presentation however 1 girl read straight off a sheet of A4, word for word pretty much eyes down the whole time, the other did nothing. I had a few lines of bullet point notes and I did the rest of the presentation myself and everyone agreed it was pretty dam good.

So I got my merit in media (4 B's at GCSE) and I went on to do it at A level and although it was extremely hard work I enjoyed it, along with BTEC business studies which got me 200 out of the 240 UCAS points I needed to get to uni.

So after making lots of great friends, never getting bullied, seeing no fights, doing only subjects I enjoy and having a great time I came out of my shell and went from one extreme to another. Comedy, sarcasm and jokes have always been my way of coping with stress and breaking the ice and being with people I liked, doing a subject I liked in a place I liked helped me be myself.

Which leads to University where I am again myself, amongst people I don't know, but more importantly people who don't know me, so I can have a fresh start. This time I’m living with people I like, I’ve gotten to know some people on my course who I like and I have lecturers I like (most of the time) and I’m studying a subject, which, when imp not completely lost, I really like as well.

So for the few people who have read all the way to here, thank you and congratulations its official you have too much time on your hands, but still thank you for reading and I hope you now have a better understanding of the mind that is Andrew Twyman (Andy)