Shift 2 – Simply the best


Panorama of StadiumYou really do forget just how big the stadium really is, especially when you walk out onto the track again. But it’s hard to put it all into perspective when, once again, it was a morning shift and I was far from bright-eyed and bushy-tailed – these 4am starts and over two-hour drives were starting to take its toll…

Nevertheless, most of us had made it to check-in with time to spare (rather impressive for a Sunday morning) but the start of the transportation issues surfaced for a few unlucky team members. One of the women in our group may only live about 7 miles away from the stadium, but the joys of restricted tube services on Sundays meant that Tweet to Clare Baldingthe journey took 90 minutes instead. However, there was a silver lining to another commuter story and our trusty WhatsApp group played a role.

Another of our lovely ladies was stuck at Stratford International Tube Station and would miss the start of training before the session began. But the power of social media was amazing. Not only did she let us know so we could tell our Team Leaders, but she decided to also tweet Clare Balding whilst waiting: next thing you know, she’s being mentioned on Clare’s morning BBC 2 Radio show! Always good news when the volunteers are getting recognition!

You’d think that once you’d done a full session, you’d know exactly what to do for shift 2; how wrong were we all… The previous day had left us completely shattered and then, new starting block set-ups were being thrown at us. We would like to say that we took it all in our stride – in reality, most of us were stressing about putting the lane marker in the right place and wondering if our tired arms would be able to pick up the starting Cablingblocks without putting another part of our bodies out of alignment. And that’s before we even get to the cabling.

The cabling is Satan. It’s as simple as that. Trying to create a figure of 8 with cables that have kinks in them and are at least 10 metres long is difficult enough. But trying to do that as fast as the blocks coming back in and avoiding getting tangled up with the next lane’s cables is nigh on impossible. I’m a lefty as well, so for me, everything is backwards, so my brain is automatically screaming out at me saying I’m doing it wrong, but on the 100m start, there is one set of cables out of the 9 lanes where everyone else shares my pain!

What makes it even more confusing is that each race distance has a different way of clearing the track, and there are certain races that need different set-ups. For instance, the completely blind runners who have guides helping them round the track (T11) need to have the starting blocks alongside each other. Can you see the cogs turning in our brains?!

Starting Blocks TeamBut the training is doing us the world of good – the session was as smooth as we could have hoped for and we finally got to relax and enjoy some of the action up-close and personal. We got to witness the fastest Paralympian in the world, Ireland’s Jason Smyth, race in the heats of the 100m, watch Britain’s Aled Davies smash the Championship record in the F42 Discus and claim gold, and be a part of two different world records being obliterated. It was a magical morning for us volunteers.

Shift 2 selfieAnd it didn’t end there: we were all settling down after the session for our debrief and the feedback was incredible. The official timekeeping company for the Championships, Seiko, said that our team for the morning session were the best group of volunteers that they had seen in 30 years. We were simply the best. We are the dream team!


We’ve covered most of the bases by now – surely shift 3 would be a doddle?!

The trials and tribulations of a Paralympic hopeful – Chapter Two

I am in a world of pain. A world of pain I have never experienced before, and wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. A pain that SAS hopefuls pray won’t happen to them in the selection process, and all this pain from sporting exercise. One day I will learn my lesson – I hope from now on I remember padded shorts will forever be my friend on a bike, and use this version of hell as a horrific anecdote of what happens if you don’t.

Rewind one excruciatingly painful week…

alarmHearing your alarm go off at 3.45am is about as pleasant as gauging your eyes out with forks whilst standing on hot charcoal. I’d imagine. I’ve never been particularly good in the mornings, let alone on a pitch-black night in the middle of November, so I was pleasantly surprised I managed to get out of the house and into the car without waking up everyone else down the street. The tricky part was to get my incredibly patient boyfriend awake enough to sit in the driver’s seat and do the four-hour journey up to Manchester for the second time in the space of two weeks – mission successful… just about. Two Red Bulls and a Square bar later anyway!

I’ll be honest, the drive up is all a little bit of a blur to me, mostly because I was seeing it through my eyelids. Clearly a distinct lack of sleep was catching up to me, but I woke up just in time to arrive at the National Cycling Centre. To my surprise, only eight of us were there for testing, but recognised a couple from the Athletics trials so I felt right at home. (Feel free to have a read of the Athletics blog – it explains a lot more about how I got here!)

I’d been to the Manchester Velodrome a few times before, but not in the same capacity, at all. Cheerleading competitions seem to have no relation whatsoever to going round and round in circles on a bike that weighs about as much as my left arm. The actual cycling part of the trial was eventful in itself. Considering I haven’t been on a bike since I was about para-cycling-line-up14 and my lack of balance on two feet – let alone two wheels – is almost non-existent, I wasn’t expecting to become Laura Trott after just one attempt.

Much to my relief, and everyone else’s, we were on static bikes for the day and not let loose on the Velodrome just yet. Baby steps Chachi. Instead, we were introduced to speed and endurance testing – a whole new version of fresh hell! We knew roughly what we were getting into, but jeez, I don’t think I was quite prepared for it.

For starters, it took about 20 minutes to get all eight of us set up on the bikes, and it was the first time I’ve ever been strapped onto a bike. Definitely a new experience, especially when you wanted to get off for a drink or needed assistance in order to fall off after interval training. Four sets of six-seconds flat-out to show your top speed, followed by three gruelling minutes of pedalling as fast as possible. And all this includes changing the gears with my right hand that has no co-ordination and no way of defining which handle I’m moving.


Trust me, it doesn’t show just how steep it really is…


My body isn’t used to hard-core physical exercise (or exercise in general) at the moment; after just a minute, my legs were burning, 30 seconds later, my knee was cracking with every single rotation and two minutes in I was literally screaming in pain. I’d say that was most probably the longest three minutes of my life, quickly followed by collapsing on the handlebars, and then falling off the bike. I’ve never been a particularly graceful person, but trust me, that wasn’t exactly one of my proudest moments…

Leaving the inside of the track walking like John Wayne also wasn’t pleasant, but still, the comedic value was worth it for everyone else watching. Three and a half long hours pass waiting for my personal classification testing – the minutes elapse, time is killed walking around the local shops and the Etihad Stadium with my ever-patient img_3421boyfriend, and yet we still have more than two hours to kill. Perfect. Eventually, the safest solution is for him to kip in the car for an hour or two in preparation for the drive home, whilst I aimlessly sit around in the café in silence. At least the Rugby is on.

Finally, I’m called into the medical room to determine whether my disability is actually severe enough to even be classified (if not, the morning’s cycling efforts would have been for nothing). Technically, each individual session was supposed to last 30 minutes – Me be awkward as always, mine lasted 75 minutes. Never one to fit in with the crowd and be (in relative terms) normal.



I’m in the red top and clearly suffering with sitting down already!

It turns out that amongst many of the tests I had done, I have no reflexes at all on either side of my body, leaving the physiotherapists completely dumbfounded as to why. But after endless poking and prodding from two different people, it’s official, I have a classification. I would be a C5 athlete (the least severe of the categories) but I thought I wouldn’t even be put in a class. The pain, the genuine screaming, the burning legs hotter than an erupting volcano was all worth it.

My dream is slowly becoming a reality – Tokyo 2020 is almost impossible, but with every step, the closer I will get and there will be light at the end of the tunnel. I have been defying expectations since I was born, why stop that now?

Local Athletics superstar adds gold to medal collection

Abigail Davies, studying at Southampton Solent University, has overcome a long battle with injury to become 60m South West champion for the first time in her career.

“I couldn’t walk at one point last year.” – Abi Davies

Abi Davies' gold medalThe victory on Sunday moves her up the rankings to 12th fastest in the UK in the under 23s category and just outside the top 100 in all age groups.

The 20-year-old, who was competing for Southampton Athletics Club, breezed through her semi-final in the Grand Prix Series in Cardiff. She left the rest of her heat trailing in her wake with a time of 7.94 seconds, beating her closest opponent by nearly half a second, to set up a hotly-contested battle with other semi-final winner, Yvette Westwood.

The final itself was a very strong line up, but Davies went into the race as narrow favourite over Yate and District’s Westwood for the title, despite fracturing one ankle and spraining the other just 12 months earlier.

Davies, originally from Bath, came through with flying colours, matching her time from the previous round, and pipping fierce rival, Westwood, to the line by just 0.02 of a second.

Abi Davies HPAThe third year Sports Journalism student admits that the recovery has been tough in the last year but being a part of the High Performance Academy at Solent has encouraged her to come back stronger: “The rehab process took a year because I heavily damaged my ankle, so much so that I couldn’t walk at one point.

“But HPA and Solent have been amazing, helping me every step of the way to get back to doing what I love best and winning medals.”

This title joins her other sporting accolades, such as Midland Champion and Welsh Champion at 60m, as well as Captain of the Solent Athletics Team.

The multi-talented athlete also competes in Bobsleigh, and her overwhelming speed on the track has catapulted her into the Team GB squad hoping to make it to the 2018 Winter Olympics in PyeongChang.

Snipers Cheerleading Academy smash their first ever competition

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The Senior Cheer team before going on stage

DESPITE being formed just seven months ago, Snipers Cheerleading Academy placed all seven of their routines in the top three at the Autumn Allstar competition in Eastbourne last weekend.

The squad, based in Hounsdown, topped the standings in four different categories, coming first in all three pairs dance routines, as well as in the highest level senior stunt team in the entire competition.

In addition to the first placed trophies, Snipers also came home with a 2nd and 3rd in the open and junior level 2 stunt teams respectively, but it was the Senior Cheer routine that was the most pleasing result of the weekend for the club.

This was the first and only chance for the full squad to show their potential before Nationals in March. With only one fall in the two and a half minute routine, the 18-man squad produced a stunning performance, taking 2nd out of eight teams, and just 0.75 away from category favourites, Vista Twisters in first.

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Sam works alongside a committee to run the club

Snipers Head Coach, Sam Youren, believes her squad have achieved everything and more from their goals they set for their first competition, but wants to push the team further for Nationals. “I am completely overwhelmed by the results this weekend.

“For a brand new squad, we have exceeded every other teams’ expectations of us, and even though we had brilliant results, there are still a lot of things we need to work on for March. Nationals will be a bigger competition and we can’t become complacent, just because of what we have already achieved.”

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Dance Coach Eva Newton with Junior Pair winners, Amy and Chloe

It is not just the Head Coach who is looking to improve the squad. Dance Coach, Eva Newton, who choreographed the senior cheer routine, as well as the three winning pair routines, says: “There were some mistakes and need to work on tighter arm lines throughout the dance sections, but all the hard work paid off.

“Now we have competed for the first time, we now understand what the judges like and don’t like so I know what to work on for the next event, but our team is a family. I am so proud of them.”

And this is not the first time the club has been noticed in the local community. In September, Snipers Cheerleading were recognised in a national competition run by Miller Homes, and won a £500 grant to put towards new training facilities.

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Miller Homes came down to Hounsdown and got involved with the stunting!

They have all ages and abilities within the squad, as well as boys and girls, and welcome beginners and ex cheerleaders/gymnasts for training sessions. For more information about training times or queries on starting with the club, contact Sam on

Welcome to the life of a 3rd year University student…

I am happy to admit that being a third year sports journalism student is chaotic, frustrating, time-consuming and draining. But it is possibly the most rewarding thing I will ever do in my career. It will be setting me up for life!

So I thought it would be a good time to show you exactly what our university students do when they aren’t drinking to drown their sorrows! Here is only our 2nd ever fully live broadcast that went on air from Solent University.

Me and my team of five created the last package on celebrating 130 years of AFC Totton, a local football club who have had more then their share of ups and downs. Watch the video, feel free to share as much as you like and comment away!!

Snipers Cheerleading Head Coach is vying for top spot at Nationals with brand new squad

11130226_10153831678254922_6390578610167157099_nSnipers Cheerleading Academy may have only been up and running since Easter, but their coach targets a National title in their first full season.

The squad, based in Hounsdown in the New Forest, are aiming for the same success they had with Southern Sirens Cheerleading Squad, before relations within the team broke down and all members made the transition four months ago.


Head Coach Sam Youren is taking 7 routines to the Eastbourne competition in just 10 weeks’ time

Sam Youren, Snipers Head Coach, sees their first competition in Eastbourne in early November as a warm up to the National Championships in March, but doesn’t want to pressurise her new team.

“We’ve had a lot of success in the past few years at Eastbourne and I want the team to do well after putting in so much time and effort over the last few months. But I know that it may be a little scary for some of the newest members.

“There’s a lot of good competitive squads going in November, but I don’t see why we couldn’t place in the top three – our stunts are harder, our dance is faster and tighter, we could do really well as long as no-one panics.”


Lia Jackson raised over £300 alone to help Snipers reach their target

However, it hasn’t all been plain sailing for the new team, and uniforms do not come cheap for cheerleaders. To kick-start their sponsorship, one plucky parent completed a 10,000ft skydive just two weeks ago raising over £2300 to cover the costume costs of everyone in the squad.

There are other fundraising ideas coming up for Snipers, with bag-packing at their local stores and performing at events being the main options for new safety equipment and training facilities.


Lia caught in the act on the way down

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The daily struggles of a twenty-something

images2XE68VO1So our twenties are supposed to be the time in our lives where we get our shit together, find the job we’ve been working towards since we started school aged 4, find the man of our dreams and settle down. But truthfully, this is the decade where we drink until we hit the floor, weep over endless amounts of exams that none of us have revised for and generally screw ourselves up just in time for our thirties.

imagesHAKNWPEMThe relationship thing just seems to be a nightmare for everyone, no matter what age. Whether it’s going to town three nights a week to find ‘Mr Right’ or signing up for online dating, (because everyone you’ve met in town turns out to be a creep and you’ve given up) the wait to find the one is a bitch. There are so many stories of people finding their childhood sweethearts, and then there’s us; the people who are busier falling in love with Mr Grey (whips and paddles and fictional characters and all) than actually going out to find, in Pinocchio’s words, a real boy.

Then we start scrolling through Facebook, – a daily ritual – and spot another couple we went to school with who are now engaged and flaunting a very sparkly and flashy ring, making our egos shrink to the size of Yoda again. If everyone else can manage it, what are we doing untitled (18)wrong?! None of us were ever warned in school how difficult it is to find someone, let alone hold down a relationship without killing our partners, surely it’s time to add commitment struggles to the curriculum?

But on the days where no engagements are fully documented with soppy statuses and no end of generous well-wishers, we go downstairs to open the post only to find a wedding invitation tucked in between your latest bank statement and yet another phone book. It’s like we’re being mocked at every opportunity that we’re alone. This is the moment when we realise that Bridget Jones is no longer just fiction; it’s now our life.

The next thing our families expect in our twenties are kids. Endless amounts of kids. Every family party you go to, there’s always that one aunt who comes up to you at the buffet table with that knowing smile that her remark could go one of two ways. “Are you pregnant? You’re starting to show.” No, that would be from last night after eating half my body weight in ice-cream, knowing I was coming to this party. I shall name the food baby Ben. Or Jerry.

untitled (20)Of course we’re broody. Every friend we’ve had since the age of seven is pregnant or a housewife with two kids already. The amount of baby showers we’re expected to buy gifts for leaves us more broke than when we were 16 and jobless, but the second someone mentions the word baby, we’re like putty in their hands. The only joy of not yet being a parent is being able to act like the fun pretend aunt when babysitting but still have the option of giving them back.

untitled (21)Unfortunately, we don’t the same option of giving university modules a few attempts to get better results, even though it’s no secret how useful it would be. It’s obvious to tell which year we’re in by what we’re doing;

  • First year, we get stupidly drunk at least twice a week, turn up to more lectures hungover than sober and barely scrape through with the required 40%.
  • Second year, the social life still exists but we’ve had to cut our drinking sessions to once a week now we’re paying for the house and bills, and results actually count towards our degree so slightly more effort is put into revising for exams
  • Third year, no social life whatsoever, many alcoholic drinks just live in the fridge so we don’t have to leave the house, and our dissertations leave us confused as to whether we need to punch someone, have a hug or do six tequila shots without taking a breath.

imagesRIVEURO0 (2)And then to top it off, there’s the annual nightmare of sorting out student finance. Between trying to work out which tax year they are after this time round, and getting our parents to actually remember their memorable information before the Alzheimer’s sets in, we end up wanting to pull our hair out before we even start the new term. The best screw up with student finance though, is when the parents don’t follow the procedures properly and find themselves applying for their own student finance instead of enhancing ours. There’s nothing funnier or more bewildering than seeing your mum apply to do Sports Coaching at university when she struggles to make it up the stairs without losing her breath.

We’d rather be skiing down a black slope with a blindfold on and going backwards rather than the thought of holding down one job in our twenties, and yet we find ourselves with three part time jobs just to make ends meet after uni. This wasn’t how we planned it. Our plan at graduation was to meet a famous footballer in town that night, fall in love, never have the need to work and reach the ultimate goal of a closet of shoes. Instead, we spend our daytime attempting to catch up on sleep and creating a never-ending list of CVs, the evening are spent stacking shelves at the local supermarket, and the nights as a bartender at the local club. No, it wasn’t meant to be like this.

untitled (22)But the jobs are essential to pay for our shopping addictions and numerous first (and only) dates, it’s just a shame we now have to shop online because we no longer have the energy to make it into town. We can’t get away with wearing the same outfit you wore on the last date, despite being a completely different person. They might not know, but we would, and that’s just unacceptable. Starting to feel like a vicious circle, no?

And as if this wasn’t enough to deal with every day, then you also have the family to contend with on a daily basis. After all, we’re fed up of Dad’s sexist and no-so-funny jokes that he keeps bringing home from the lads at work, as well as his tendency to humiliate you out in public at every given opportunity. Then there’s mum; clearly the menopause has started and the HRT hasn’t completely kicked in yet. Obviously, it would explain the mile a minute mood swings and the memory loss, but does she have to take it out on us?

imagesJ17G8FGUThere’s nothing and no-one who is willing to warn us how rough our twenties are going to be, not least the people who have already survived this horrific decade – they want to see us suffer! Wouldn’t you just love to be four years old again, without a care in the world, and marrying a different boy each week with Haribo rings for your wedding? No bills or student loans to pay for, or going days on end without any sleep, just having sleepovers and chasing boys in the playground. But then again, you’re able to drink many many cocktails in your twenties; maybe it isn’t so bad after all…

Anti-social doesn’t even cover it!

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Every relationship, no matter what age you are, hits that stage where social media and technology overtake love. All of us just get to live the dream, don’t we…? It just depends on how far into the relationship you can get before your other half starts twitter stalking over spending time with you.

Some girls are lucky; their boyfriends will lavish them with perfume, flowers and sparkly gifts – which guys can never go wrong with. All girls are like magpies; anything shiny and we’ll dig our claws into it. – But these guys are like finding a pen at work; ridiculously hard to find, very unpredictable when you do have them and you never quite know when the nib is going to break.

And then there are the majority of girls who walk in their man’s bedroom to find him glued to his PS4 controller, and being thrashed on FIFA 15 by a ‘friend’ you’ve never even heard him mention.

Humiliating doesn’t even begin to describe it when they are losing 9-1 and have to write a Facebook apology, explaining how they never had the right to play them in the first place and will always bow down to them in future. As a girl, I don’t think we’ll ever fully understand this concept of ineptitude, but it’s easier to go along with it, rather than have someone explain it to us.

But whilst all shreds of sanity are disappearing watching your other half scream at a TV screen, us girls decide to enter our own world of social media. Whether it is seeing yet another ‘Ice Bucket Challenge’ video, or finding out yet another person we went to school with is pregnant, nothing ever surprises us anymore.

If our boyfriends have really pissed us off, that’s when we get our revenge though. We’d dust off the one book out that all guys despise – 50 Shades of Grey. It’s just a shame that they’re so entranced in their football game that they’re completely oblivious to the irony of the situation.

Obviously, there are some girls that can be just as bad, I can’t blame it all on guys. I’d say most girls would fit into one of these three categories:-

  1. The ones who spend their whole day with their phone glued to their hand and constantly pressing the refresh button on Facebook if an argument is breaking out – I’d say that’s pretty standard.
  2. The girls that take it one step further and send texts to people in the same house as them; what happened to conversations with family? Am I the only person who actually talks to their parents?! (Admittedly, the language in our house could rival the gangs in The Wire…. But we don’t have a normal household and I’m happy to admit to that!)
  3. Then there are people that take it to the extreme. I’m talking about examples like picking the phone up during sex to organise a girls night out! There have been cases like this, but surely that’s just taking multi-tasking to the max?! Although, would guys be able to do it? It is a skill in itself….

I suppose the main thing about all this is that people in relationships don’t actually spend time with each other anymore. I genuinely don’t get that concept though. A couple of friends have just started dating and can’t keep their hands off each other, whereas if I spend too much time with my boyfriend, we want to kill each other. But at least we’re going out and seeing fresh air!

Yes, there is love in most relationships, I just think we’ve all got a different way of showing it; some through expensive gifts, (and if you have the money and you want to, go for it!) some express love by cooking a romantic meal – or in my case, a meal. There’s nothing romantic, or remotely nice about my cooking – and then some share their true feelings by killing someone on Call of Duty.

Maybe it’s just a generational thing, but somehow I doubt it! The games may change over the years, but the bickering always remains the same!

Stressy Bessies ‘r’ us!


Exam season is right around the corner, and everyone knows what that means: teenagers and young adults ready to kill anything in sight that may distract them, and parents nudging their kids with a stick to be out of punching range.

Oh yes, exams have never been so fun…

Between the teachers telling you that you’ve not been taught half of the course with three weeks to go to your exams, and finding that the books you chucked across your bedroom last night were the ones you loaned out from the library, it’s no wonder we all turn into some hot-headed mess.

There are three types of people when it comes to revising though:

  1. The ones who stress to the point of no return (the real version of them won’t be returning until alcohol is going through their system once the final exam has finally been forgotten about)
  2. The ones who manage to find a balance between revising and having some form of social life that rivals Lindsay Lohan in her youth – these are a rare few who manage this feat, and they seem to be the people who float through life…
  3. The ones who couldn’t care less about exams, revising or anything relating to school.

Today was the last day of secondary school for most 15 and 16 year olds, and all anyone has seen is photos of old teachers from years gone by, and kids crying about saying goodbye, prompting most of us who have had to grow up since leaving school to skim through our leavers yearbooks.

We all decide to bring back the glory days, but unfortunately, personal issues have become more confusing, and exams for A Levels and Degrees see us staring at a blank page, with no clue whatsoever on what to write.

From GCSE’s to people finishing their final year of their Masters, everyone from the age of 15 is panicking about everything from sex cells to horticultural societies. We’re all clearly living the high life, waiting for the day that we have a full four months off!

For now though, the anal among us spend hours with multi-coloured biros and sheets of A3 paper (enough to destroy about half the Amazon rainforest) creating mind map after mind map, and slowly descending into a frenzy of rainbow-coloured hell.

Some struggle with pretty spider diagrams, so others attack Tesco for notebooks, a pack of 10 gel pens – because every pen that entered their bedroom disappeared faster than their sanity when revising for Geography – and a bottle of tequila for the ones who are legal.

The ones who didn’t think they were suffering enough also got suckered into taking a language; not as if they will remember anything from their French exams except “Bonjour,” “Je m’appelle Talia” and “Voulez vous coucher avec moi, c’est soir.”

Weeks and weeks of memorising paragraphs of writing resembling some form of amateur French, comes down to an oral exam where most crumble under the pressure, (certainly can’t blame them…) resulting in eating your bodyweight in Ben and Jerry’s ice-cream when you finally get home.

The ones who can recover from the nightmare of foreign languages, get to suffer yet again with Maths, English and Science exams among the options they had to take.

Whereas, people at college and university have already narrowed down their options, but still maintain a sense of “What the hell am I doing with my life?” The questions are harder and supposedly we’re meant to understand what they’re asking – truthfully, all they do is throw some massive words together to form some sentence and hope we make some sense out of it.

Of course, watching everyone tear their hair out, have cram sessions up to the last possible minute, and gain about two stone in weight because of the takeaway food we all order to survive (no-one has time cook meals… Or the ability to cook meals…) is brilliant, but we’ve all somehow survived the stress.

A note to parents – just give in to any demands your son/daughter may have until the final day of testing, otherwise you may have children holding the household pets as leverage, forcing you to pay the ransom. Never underestimate the power of sheer desperation.

Stressy Bessies, it will improve, and as soon as the last exam is completed, you will be skipping out of the exam hall with a Cheshire Cat grin on your face. Enjoy the break whilst it last because next year, the torture of revising, pulling all-nighters and drinking energy drinks will return, and this time, it’ll be even more soul-destroying.

Doesn’t everyone just love exams? Just avoid these hilarious answers in your exams and you’ll be fine 😉

Queen of the procrastinators…

Teenagers on phones

I’m missing out the obvious; my phone and my girls are my world!

As a trainee journalist, I know I should be actively writing about anything and everything. I should be regularly posting articles on here about cultural issues and worldwide events; instead, you guys get posts about my (normally) tragic sham of a love life, incessant sarcasm and a few attempts at humour. I’ll apologise to you all now!

I’m sure I would be able to do more blogging – however pointless the subject may seem – if I actually got on with typing. As, I’m sure, most teenagers do, I get distracted by the littlest of things:

1.) What the breaking news is on the yellow ticker tape of Sky Sports News (yes, I am one of those people who has it on 24/7 – I can’t even blame it on anyone. No-one else likes sport in my family!)

2.) Social media sites. A pretty obvious one. One minute I’ll be referencing essays for my bibliography, the next I’m on the floor in tears looking at people’s hilarious pictures on Facebook from the night before. They clearly had no recollection of those photos being taken… or if they did, they were hoping to send them into ‘You’ve been framed’ and get a tidy little sum of money out of their stupidity.

3.) Losing a train of thought. It’s a regular occurrence for me. Truthfully, there are some days where I barely remember my own name, let alone what we talked about in last week’s lectures, especially at 9am. To top it all off, it’s also a family trait; I’ve seen how badly my mum’s memory has deteriorated. I don’t stand a chance. I’ve already got to the stage of walking into a room and not remembering why I even got up!

4.) Singing. I know I shouldn’t. I’m fully aware that I sound like a cat going round and round in the washing machine… I feel as if I should maybe pre-warn my neighbours in advance if I’m about to belt out a Whitney Houston classic.

5.) Clothes shopping. Yes, I may be taking SPORTS journalism at university, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t like being a girl! Although online shopping may be best for me – people start to annoy me very quickly when I look round shops.

6.) Football matches being shown on TV. Actually, I take that back, TV in general. If I want to do any work at all, I have to put it on silent or listen to music through headphones. Otherwise I’m sat there in a trance.

7.) Animals. So, we have cats at home. If one is sat on me, it’s seems a perfectly reasonable excuse to me, to not do anything for the rest of the night. Unfortunately, mum doesn’t really see it like that when there’s housework or cooking to be done… (Tip to kids though, give it a go, you never know. If you and your animal are cute, you could pretty much get away with anything!)

8.) YouTube. Always a bad idea. Hours of people’s lives wasted watching a cat jump up onto a windowsill and go head first into a plant pot.

9.) Plan what you would do for an alien invasion. Personally, I haven’t, but I know of a lot of people that have. I don’t know who that says more about: me or them.

10.) Shiny objects and pretty things. I suppose I’m a little bit like a magpie in that respect!

11.) Nap time. I realise I’m not a three year old having a nap at pre-school, it’s just an essential part of the day.

12.) I like making lists about things I know I should be doing. I think that’s pretty evident from this article…

In my defence though, I’m a full time student at University, hold down a job – admittedly checkouts aren’t exactly me living the dream, but it pays the bills for now – taking driving lessons (a couple of years later than everyone else!) and I’m an international cheerleader. What free time I do have is normally spent sleeping!

Maybe I’m not quite a procrastinator, but by spending half my life travelling back and forth on buses doing nothing, I’m starting to feel like it!

If you are the same as me (or if you know someone who is!) leave a comment about what you do 😄