It’s that time of the year again when I, as a high school student, have to give my best to the final exams of the year, to apply all that I have learnt in one year and apply them well so as to be able to pass on to the next new school year. Yep, here in Mauritius we follow the British education system, mainly the Cambridge syllabus.
And next year will be my last year in secondary school, I will be sitting for the A-level CIE (Cambridge International Examinations), which will determine my future! I mean, the end results of those six years of secondary school will lie in these exams and will enable me to jump to a new educational level, that is the tertiary/university level.
That is, if I get good grades.
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The adventure is over. We, writers, are back to our normal rate of a hundreds of words per day instead of the massive 1,600+ words that we’ve had to write everyday for one whole month to finally win this year’s August Camp NaNoWriMo.
Hey, that’s mine 😉
I was lucky that the first two weeks were relatively easy because I was in holidays so I had a great start (4000 words on the very first day!). And when I compare this year’s performance to last year’s in November, I can clearly see a difference: I improved at that crazy thing! Here are my statistics:
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So what if I’m not skinny and do not have the height of a super model? [Sorry for the long title by the way]
It isn’t supposed to matter. We know it doesn’t matter. But do clothing retailers and magazines help us to think so?
No. Not at all.
In about two weeks I’m going to a Gala Show at night and my friends and I were talking about what to wear. A dress, most probably. But it’s so hard to find one at your right size, style and personality. Most of the chic clothing I see in shops are stereotyped: they seem to be only reserved for skinny and very tall girls. And what about the rest? Yes there’s a brand for pregnant women. Pregnant women! What about the others then? Those who are not too big or too skinny but still have to hide a belly? Those whose height is under average?
In truth, ladies, whatever be the shape of your body, it’s always hard to find the perfect – at least suitable – dress.
Because I don’t have much experience in fashion, I’m only going to give you some tips when choosing a dress, for those who are like me: short and a little fat in the middle 😛
Girls, prepare your observant eyes and untiring feet… because the search will be difficult.
The Right Dress
If you wish to hide your excess belly fats, you should pick up an empire line dress, which means that the belt of the dress should be just under your breasts:
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See Part 1 here!
On the way home the boy was visibly shaking. He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other holding mine in a death grip. My friend and his brother sat in the back. He began to purposely swing the car in and out of the ditch (red flag #6 – reckless disregard for the wellbeing of those around him). Every time I would tell him to stop and every time he would apologize or say he forgot my words. Again, I couldn’t tell if he was joking or seriously trying to kill us. I was terrified. I prayed all the way home begging God not to let me die that night. Later, my friend told me she thought he drove off the road every time she and his brother started cuddling in the back. Perhaps he was jealous and wanted to distract them. I don’t know.
We stopped at his house to change into normal clothes and go to after prom. When he went into his room to change, my friend and I heard an awful racket. It sounded as if someone was taking a hammer and smashing it into everything in sight. When he came out his hand had a big bleeding gash. He claimed he had been trying to kill a spider (red flag #7 – destructive). Terrified, I confessed everything to my friend, including my worry of losing her. She felt obligated to tell her boyfriend who said he was too unstable in that moment for me to officially break up with him. Nonetheless, I felt I had their support to end things within the next few days.
It’s a long guest post – so long that I will cut it in two parts and thus publish it in two posts – but it’s so beautiful and original that I just can’t find myself to cut anything from it! Just take a seat and some of your favourite drink and relax while you are carried away in the story as you scroll down…
I Was in a Mentally Abusive Relationship
Towards the end of my junior year of high school I had my first ‘real’ boyfriend. The relationship was awkward at best and terrifying at worst. If not for the intervention of a few glorious friends, things could have gotten much worse. The actions of my friends helped me realize the horrid situation I was in and gave me the courage to escape. It is important to me that all teenagers, regardless of age, sex or confidence level be aware of the signs that lead to abusive relationships. Even if you don’t get involved in one, your friends may and you need to be prepared.
Before I go further into my story, I’d like to remind you that my words are only part of the story. I cannot say what would have happened if the relationship continued and I cannot comment on the boy’s reasoning for his actions. Things may have appeared different from his point of view. This is the story of how I felt during the three month relationship.