"Tell me all the things you never said."
Friday, September 16, 2011
Hello! I've just come back from camp!
Seriously, it was pretty hectic. We were on an island called "Motutapu" for five days, which is just across Rangitoto island. The island itself was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen - the waters were the perfect shade of turquoise, and the way the hilltops look when the sun sets across them... just stunning. I should've taken my camera - that's my only regret.
Even though it was beautiful, the weather was awful! It rained for the entire week, and regardless of the weather, our teachers insisted we wake up at 6 in the morning to go for a 6km jog... in the hail. Me, being terribly unfit, found that the down part of the trip.
We kayaked and surfed and did archery and several other activities. Apparently, I'm brilliant at abseiling and surfing, which was nice.
At the end of the week, all of our year groups gathered together to celebrate the Eucharist. After that, we had a little camp shindig and my group and I began to sing "She will be loved" by Maroon 5. The Burma trail followed, along with several shrieks of terror.
Overall, camp was so lovely and if I could get the chance to go again, I would take it. It was an experience I'd never forget, and something I may not have the privileged to do again.
A genuine blog post.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
I always see those people who write about their lives and blog about how crappy their own is, so I thought "why not give it a try?" but it's a lot harder than I thought.
I was raised in a decent, Christian/Catholic home, so I have a lot to be thankful for.
OK, so I'm not the best daughter. I'm not the most beautiful, talented, perfect daughter. Frankly, I'm far from that. I don't listen to my parents, I procrastinate, I'm just generally disobedient. I treat my parents like a walking ATM machine, and I disrespect them. A lot.
I feel bad, because they're the most selfless people in the world and I treat them like trash. And even when I treat them like trash, they still look after me.
I just... I don't know what to do. I don't know how to show them my appreciation. I mean, "thank you for birthing me and looking after me and loving me unconditionally" just doesn't seem to cut it. I want to show them that I appreciate it... that I mean it.