LETTER TO SANTA

Dear Santa,

Christmas day is in exactly one weeks time and I've had my parents pestering me everyday for the past month for my Christmas List but I'm struggling to think of one single thing to put on my list. I'm sure that you remember when I was little, the list of presents that I wanted for Christmas was as long as my leg, literally. I remember going through those large Argos catalogues and circling all the things that tickled my fancy with a large red marker pen.

This year, I don't think I've got my Christmas spirit. Perhaps its because I've been away from home for so long that I haven't really settled into my "normal" routine. I've been too busy making my own routine for myself whilst being away at university, I've forgotten what reality is. Nevertheless, to hopefully get me back into the swing of the festive period, I'm going to attempt to write a letter to you!

I think I've been good this year.... well I've tried to! I've tried new things such as going into a cave despite being claustrophobic and developed new skills such as improving my communication and learning how to cook. Although I need more practice with the latter, I hope my efforts have been noticed and I've been put on the nice list this year!

I want to include some few inanimate objects on my Christmas List this year. The first thing I would like is a bit more confident. Help me to be less afraid to do things that I've been wanting to do but pushed to the side in the hope of pleasing others. This would definitely make me a much happier girl in the forthcoming year!

A little empathy wouldn't go a miss either! Help me to have the ability to be able to understand one's situations a little better and to allow me to give better advice when people turn to me in their time of need.

Lastly, what I really do want this year, is good health and happiness. Let the coming year be great and not filled with any nasty surprises.

I'll make sure I leave a glass of milk and cookies on the side on Christmas Eve for you and some carrots for the reindeers.

Love Always,

Kerrie x

Class of '15

Some of you may have noticed that i've disappeared from the Blogosphere for the last couple of weeks. The only reason to explain my absence is that my grueling A Level examinations are fast approaching and i've taken time away from the internet to get my head down and focus. Whilst I feel somewhat satisfied with the revision i've completed so far, I thought I would sit down and write a blog post to fill all you lovely people whats been happening in my life.

Last Friday, we had our last working day at school before we broke up for study leave. To commemorate our last few days at school, we had a few themed dress up days to have a bit of fun and to hopefully distract some of us from the stress that was associated with the upcoming examinations.

On Wednesday, we wore pink. I'm sure all of the dedicated Mean Girls fans will know what this represents.

This was followed by Thursday. We had decided the theme of this day was to dress up as a character from a film or book. Despite not seeing the movie, I decided to dress mirroring the character Lilo from Lilo and Stitch purely for the fact that I thought her outfit was pretty cute. One of my friends decided to dress like Stitch which wasn't even planned. How did we do?

Friday, was chosen to be the most sensible day out of them all and so the unambiguous theme was Heritage Day in which we all decided to dress according to our cultures. Personally, this was the most enjoyable theme as throughout the 7 years of knowing each other, we have never had the opportunity to share all of our cultures simultaneously. 

Spending 7 years in the same school, saying goodbye was always going to be emotional. However, I don't think most of us were prepared for the amount of tears that were shed on Friday afternoon. After taking a few pictures outside, we proceeded to the Chapel, where we were presented with a powerpoint consisting of some of the unforgettable memories we have all shared together within our 7 years of school. We picked our favourite hyms to sing at the service which made the whole thing personal and more touching than our normal Chapel services. 

Ever since I was little, the day that I was most excited for, was the day when I finished school. Even though I know its not my final final day in school, as we still have to go to school for our exams and our traditional Speech Day, the prospect of leaving school is extremely petrifying. Our school is one that is dilligent consisting of many rules and to be entering the "real world" in which you have to make your own decisions (and food) is nerve wrecking to say the least?