Monday, April 4, 2011

Kickstart

Monday morning. 0845. This is the time I usually leave for my translation class, my first lecture of the week. This morning, it is the time I woke up, and only because I have my timetable programmed into my BlackBerry calendar, and the class reminder popped up. Fortunately for me, most of us discount the 10 past the hour start time for our classes and just show up on the hour- affording me the 10 minutes grace needed to pull on whichever clothes were closest and smear on something make-up like in attempt to appear semi human.

Martha Jeans, Topshop
T-shirt, ASOS
Cardigan, Primark
Bleary eyes, disturbed sleep.


It was certainly a kickstart to the morning, and although not my preferred way to start the day or the week, I was pleasantly surprised to be complemented by a couple of people when I arrived (5 minutes before my lecturer in the end) at my class this morning, proving that sometimes our first instincts are the best and reminding me how much I love simplicity.


Ok, so now I have to admit to coming home between lectures (the joys of German critical thinking await me this afternoon) and making a bit more effort with my make-up. I was intending to maybe change so I felt a bit more put together, but on reflection, decided to leave simplicity to speak for itself, given the complements of the morning.


Jeans, T-shirt and Cardigan as before
All Cosmetics, Bare Minerals

After posting yesterday (you can see the post here) about my experiences with bullying and asking what you think constitutes bullying as an adult, I've been more than a little overwhelmed at the kind words from you and the shared experiences. Thank you so much for the supportive words that reminded me that the world is not completely filled with selfish and unkind people, and thank you for being brave enough to share your own experiences. I will be following up on this particular issue, but I'd still like to hear you're opinions, I want to know how you define bullying as an adult, what can be done about it, and whether you think more could be done to speak out against those who think it's right, fair or just to enjoy making others miserable.

In the mean time, I owe big thanks to Mel- possibly my only female friend, for her words of kindness and for her diplomacy when stuck in the middle. To The Guy, who remains nameless here for our own reasons, but whose phone calls, BBM's, packages and support I'm not sure I could have gotten through the semester without. To my parents who always make time in their ridiculously busy schedules to check that I'm ok, and to remind me the end is in sight, . And to Michelle, Ayden, Bee, Caramella and The Fashion Bandit for their lovely words.
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