Selfish People.

We've all heard about, seen images and video's of the circumstances that people from some countries in Africa have to survive in. We have had it drilled into our skulls for the majority of our lives, about the lesser privileged of the world, and that we should be grateful for what we have got.
In Africa, children, adults, everyone is dying from diseases which are merely an annoyance to us, diseases which can be cured with a few over-the-counter pills. But Diarrhoea and Pneumonia are actually killing these people. It is not their fault. They did not choose their place of birth, their dreadful economic state.

And so, our country, our government, is giving these lesser economically developed countries a well needed donation of £814million, a sum which was pledged to them as a part of the World Aid Act, and can succeed in saving around four million peoples lives.
And yet some people, lounging in their neatly upholstered comfortable armchairs, in their plushly decorated living rooms, laptops resting on their knees, actually have it in them to protest via online forums?
A quote from a forum I read stated:

''I don't get a choice whether I pay tax. Government's should not be in the business of giving away taxpayers money to charitable causes.''

Athough a valid point is here made, I cannot begin to comprehend the selfishness present in this statement. The snooty protesters to these donations have clearly never experienced true suffering, nor do they have the ability to be empathetic; Were the roles reversed, they would be perfectly happy to take the money, I am almost certain.
The word 'choice' in this statement further highlights the ignorance of the author, as the reason for the governments' donation was to give these four million people the 'choice' of having a life back, when before it was everyday hanging in the balance.

We may not have the choice not to pay tax, but we do have the choice of food, water, a bed, and a home. Simple privileges which are not granted to these people. People who in many respects, are just like us.

So log off your online forum and find a real problem.

Last day of school.

This post is a reminder of my time at school.
Over the past four years, yes only four, so much has changed that I can't even comprehend.
From chasing sixth formers with Harriet and Abby in my year eight time, to getting pissed with one on my very last day of year eleven.

From being put into set two in English in year nine to enjoying a cup of tea with my favourite English teacher and the other emotional wrecks who happened to not have a maths exam.
I remember in year nine, when we went to pizza hut for Abby's '12th' birthday around three times.

I remember playing tennis with my fellow members of the 'virgin club' in year ten, and meeting Georgia for the first time, befriending through are similar lack of 'experience.'

I remember my very first days at this school; I tried to make a good impression by looking nice and having my hair done, but I think I just came off as a snob. Whoopsilly me!

I remember being friends with Emmy, but not how our friendship came about. I just know that without school, we would have never enjoyed tea and moccachino with Ella, Emily and Heather, with her massively sugary hot-chocolate-with-all-the-toppings, at the Latté Lounge.

Going to Spain in year nine was amazing, I remember the day that Miss Dilley approached me to inform me that I had got a place on the trip. Probably one of the most exciting conversations I've ever had with a P.E. teacher.

And then there was France, Ardeche, in year ten, which was so amazing, probably one of the best experiences of my life, and I can honestly say that I owe that to the school. Kayaking with Harriet, watching Frankee absail and enjoying tea with Mr. T. I can't but it all into one post.

French with Lauren, playing Pacxon with a deafly oblivious Miss Taylor sipping tea at the front of the class.

Year eight, terrorising Mr. Marsden in R.E., Lewis Tucker throwing an Apple computer at him, what a cutie.

English, making Mrs. Owen a tennis racket which she just didn't appreciate :(

There are so many experiences from this school that I just don't have time in the day to mention, but everything was awesome. I am leaving the school, but my memories will forever remain. I will miss people, but I don't know why, because we will see each other, I promise!

I can't ever express all of the good times, but I just want to say that I will not forget.

Good Brunch chaps.