Still Alive...

So, it's been a long time since my last post - I have a feeling I was still living in Newcastle back then!

I'm currently living in the Hawkesbury District on my teaching prac, of which I have two days to go. Crazy how quickly the last ten weeks has flown by.

I've been having a blast at this prac. The school is lovely, the staff really welcoming, and the kids have been... interesting. Nah, they've been fabulous - you know how kids are, you get every type.

Living in this area has been lovely - it's so peaceful and calm being out in the bush. If I could get my computer to not be such a bitch, I'd upload some photos of the area. I took the Newcastle kids to a nearby apple picking place recently, and from that got some work for the Queen's Birthday long weekend.

Today is a strike day, which is good because I'm actually really sick. If I could, I'd be up at Town Hall for the march, but I'm taking advantage of today to rest up so it doesn't interfere with my internship. If you'd like to learn more about the strike, you can find more information here. It's a very important issue, and unfortunately, any time the media mentions anything to do with the strike, it's about the inconvenience to parents. Whilst this is understandable, I think people need to see the bigger picture and look at the inconvenience of a second rate education.

I've pretty much spent the last 10 weeks creating lesson plans and resources for my classes, so I don't have much to show on the crafting front either. I still haven't heard from the department as to which school I'll be placed, and I'm starting to panic a little. There's just the two week school holidays and then I'm supposed to be starting at a new school that I don't even know about? Huh? Yup, panic.

Anyway, as soon as I get my computer to stop being lame, I'll upload some pics =)

My Last Week in Newcastle

So, the time has come (the walrus said) to finally leave Newcastle. It has been the best and worst of times, for sure, starting off incredibly horrible, then getting incredibly awesome, then me going overseas, then me coming home and it getting awesome again, then being incredibly horrendous, and now, just as I'm leaving, getting back to a general level of pretty rad. I'm heading back to Sydney (though technically, it's not in Sydney) for my teaching internship which will last for all of term 2. I'll be living at my aunt and uncle's house, and I'm looking forward to some home cooked meals. Mind you, I get a lot of home cooked meals up here from Mikey, but those are extra special. These will be normal. And daily. And I think that's a winner.

As soon as the internship is over and (fingers crossed) I pass, I'll be placed in a school to work for the next three years. It's nice to not have to worry and know that it's all sorted out for me. I know a lot of people need that level of control, and need to know where they're going and when and every detail, but for me it's enough that I have a guaranteed job, and where it is doesn't matter too much. That's other people's problems to have to sort out.

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I had my last session with my therapist. I'm going to miss her a lot. She's been so helpful the past two years (except for the slight break when she had a baby). It felt like a really perfect time for us to stop too, because I think I've made all the progress I'm going to make with her, and I'm in a really good place now compared to when I started seeing her. She told me she was really proud of me and to keep her informed of my goings on.

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Packing. Blergh. It sucks. Luckily I'm able to store all of my furniture at my brother's place, but it's still annoying. There's just so much stuff, and so much stuff that I still want/need. I've done a lot of decluttering and throwing things out. Charities have benefited greatly from this move. I've also sold a bit of stuff on eBay and made a pretty nice profit. Having the eBay phone app makes it sooooo easy to list things. I'm going to list a bunch more things this afternoon.

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Yesterday was my birthday and I kept it pretty low-key. I spent the morning getting my car fixed, buying more fabric I don't need (you know, in case I don't have enough to pack), watching tv and eating chocolate. Then in the evening the boys came to our place and we just hung out and ate pizza. Beau made me a crazy awesome ice cream cookie cake. I can't believe I still have half of it left. It'll be gone by tonight.

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I'm spending this weekend in Sydney for Emma's hens night. Unfortunately, it looks like the weather is gang to be crap, but I hope not- I've planned a picnic and outdoor activities, damn it!

Farewells

Is it weird that I just made some tea towels for my therapist? It's my last session with her and I'll really miss her.

Anyway, Spotlight had 40% off fabric on the weekend, and I've been really enjoying how quick and easy tea towels are to make. I hope she likes them- I have no idea what the rules are for receiving presents from patients...

Sophie

Have I mentioned that, apart from living with my housemate Bec, I also live with her cat, Tom, and her dog, Sophie.

Sophie recently underwent surgery to remove her eye as she had glaucoma in that eye which was causing a host of problems for her. What I love about her is how dopey she is- I'm pretty sure she hadn't even noticed she has only one eye, she bumps into things just as much as before.

Here are some photos of Bec, Sophie and I enjoying a beautiful Sunday walk to a local cafe. Soph was crazy popular with all the people walking past, and whenever she looks at you with her missing eye, you can't help but wink back. Is that cruel?

Deemed Satifactory for Teaching

I had my personal suitability interview for teaching today and I passed!!! *happy dance*

This is pretty much the highlight of my life right now. All I have left is to pass my ancient history subject, pass my ethics class and pass internship.

Ugh.

I wish I hadn't written it all out. It sounded a like a lot less work ahead of me when I was just thinking about having passed my interview.

Oh well =)

Keep on hexagon

So, I left this blog on a pretty down note. It's been a rough few weeks, but one day at a time and all that. Thanks to everyone that checked in on me xxx

On a completely different note, I thought I'd share some pics of my hexagon quilt-in-progress. It's getting huge, yet it still seems like I have a tonne of work ahead of me.

Long and ranty - you may as well skip this.

So, it turns out that I'm definitely not over the shit I went through at Borders last year. Am I allowed to name the company now? It doesn't exist any more, so I will.

I thought I had managed to get over it all, but the past week I've been having emotional meltdowns galore, and it's made me reassess myself (again) and my friendships.

Basically what happened at Borders was that I stood up for what I thought was the right thing to do, which was holding our corporate psychopath of a general manager (I got that term from my psychologist and it's incredibly apt) to account for his lies, manipulation and breaking of every industrial relations law; made an off-hand remark on Facebook about the company going down the crapper; had one of my "friends" from work take a screenshot and complain about me; had a teenage style tantrum on Facebook and posted a status that people could kiss my arse, then proceeded to delete the people who made the complaint. In the end, I really should have done it the other way around, because those people who made the original complaint then went and took a screenshot of my teenage-style cranky status and saw that they were later deleted and wrote letters of complaint about me for "bullying."

Irony.

I'm not saying that I was right to have that mini meltdown on Facebook, and I was and am completely aware of how juvenile I was about the whole thing, but this in no way excuses the people who were one thing to my face, but another thing behind my back, and all for this psychopath who they all claimed to despise. In the end, I was left beaten and broken in a heap. It still breaks my heart to think that I went into bat for these people, only to have them do this to me, and for what? A bit of flattery from a dickhead and a chance to jump on a sinking ship. Awesome. But these people didn't blink an eye and moved right on with their lives, got new jobs immediately, and show absolutely no remorse.

All that aside, and it still breaks me in pieces, I know on a cognitive level that they are cowards and whatnot. It drives me nuts that there's been no repurcussions for them, and that every day I'm living with mine. But I know there's nothing I can do about them, they were obviously fake and in it for themselves etc.

I think what hurts me the most is the people who I thought were my friends, and I don't think had anything to do with what those people did to me, but at the same time never thought to even call and see how I was doing. If it weren't for some of the people around me, I wouldn't be here right now. I think because I crack jokes and make self-deprecating remarks about how "I'm a bully" and things like that, people think I had a bit of a cry but then I was OK. Only a couple of people really know how painful this experience has been for me and how it still affects me. People from Borders that I thought were really good friends stood by and let this happen to me, because apparently everyone knew and decided it had nothing to do with them so they wouldn't get involved. The same people that would have gladly let me stick my neck out for themselves, and in fact I did, many times, which is what got me in the psychopath's target in the first place. One of these people lives under my roof, and I struggle daily to not scream at him. I know it's not fair, because these bystanders didn't do anything to me, but, whether or not its irrational, I feel that because they turned a blind eye and stood back, they are just as guilty as my other "friends" who stabbed me in the back.

And I have some beautiful friends that stood by me through all of this shit, and it gives me joy. But at the same time it breaks my heart because they have also been punished just for being my friends. They've also been cut out of the social circles and denied their rights, just because they didn't think that what was being done to me was right. And for that I'm forever thankful, because they're the ones who pulled me out of the hole I was in, but at the same time I'm also filled with guilt that because of me they also felt the fallout.

This has all come up again because of Australia Day when I got drunk and started crying again about everything. That's when I realised that I wasn't over it like I told everyone I was. That's also when I realised that people think that I should get over it; that I'm being overly dramatic. I don't think they realise that I can't get over it. I'm living with it every day. I know I'm not normal: because of my effed up family situation, I've always put too much into my friendships. That's probably why it hurts so much to have something like this happen - I considered these people my family, and to be honest, I'm tired of my family effing me over.

And Australia Day is when it came to a head. There were some people that understood what I was going through and wanted to help me, and there were others that I could feel just rolling their eyes at me being a crying drunk. I can't control what people think about me, although I'd love to! And I know I should just not care about what they think, but I'm so tired of having to justify myself. I'm kind of tired of everything.

A Weekend in the Country

I think I've mentioned a couple of times that when I finish my degree I want to teach in a country town, mostly because I've never really experienced life in the country. To me, moving to Newcastle was the same as moving to the country because I saw it as a small town, which will make my Novacastrian friends laugh because they believe that I grew up in the country because we lived on acreage in Sydney. Of course, I soon learned my lesson, especially when I took a trip with uni "Beyond the Line" and went to a town called Inverell for a week. It was 8 hours' drive away and had a main street. The highlight for the town was the opening of a Big W. Talk about a reality check.

So when my friend Rachel suggested we go on a roadtrip in-land, I was pretty keen.

Only Rachel, our friend Nicole and I were able to go, and we basically left all the planning up to Rach. She did a random google search and ended up finding:

Mount Misery.

Obviously the decision to go there was based on the name alone. We had no idea what we were heading into. It turns out that Mt Misery is the name of the old goldmine that was there, and the town itself is called Nundle.

So the girls drove up from Sydney on Friday and picked me up on their way through and we were off! We spent our time on the road watching out for kangaroos (we saw one hopping along on our way there, and about 5 or 6 dead ones on the way back - poor things/poor cars), eating lollies and making up verses to the song we had created about the roadtrip.

"We are driving in a car

We are driving very far

Off to Nundle. (Off to Nundle!)"

We'll never win creativity awards, but damn it was fun.

We hadn't gotten very far out of Newcastle when we saw a sign for a winery and decided that would be the perfect place for a picnic lunch.

We've drunk a lot of Wyndham Estate wines, but hadn't realised how close the vineyard was to us.

 We ended up buying several bottles of wine and wandering through the vines, visiting the graves of the original owners.

 Eventually, after driving through lots of small towns and windy dirt roads, we arrived at our destination:

We stayed in the guesthouse that's on the top level of the old gold mine and it was lovely. And cheap. And convenient, as where the gold mine sign is is actually a cafe now, with the Mt. Misery Gold Mine Museum attached. In fact, it turns out that the door to the original mine was located almost right under our beds.

Spooky.

We spent our time there checking out all the local shops, many of which were antique shops and craft shops. I actually learnt something from the quilt shop which will save me a heck of a lot of time on my hexagon quilt, but more on that in another post.

When we weren't shopping, we were driving along the River Peel, looking for the best spots to go fossicking for gold, as we were very determined to become rich off this trip. In the end, the only thing we found was beautiful scenery and our own sense of stupidity as we all ended up incredibly sunburnt.

The view of Nundle from Hanging Rock Lookout

Saturday night we decided to head to the Nundle Sports and Recreation Club where we had the best time ever! Nicole won herself a meat tray in the raffle:

We made friends with the locals and have been invited back. Everyone was just so lovely and friendly, and genuinely interested in who we were and what brought us to their town. It was just the most wonderful weekend. But alas, it had to end.

On Sunday we packed up the car and left Nundle behind, heading to Tamworth to check out the Big Golden Guitar:

Turns out it wasn't very big, and it was a little dull to be considered "golden". But at least we can cross it off our lists of things we've seen.

After the girls dropped me back home in Newy, I finished the weekend with a trip to the cinema with my housemate, Bec, and laughed at cried together watching The Muppets Movie.

Such a perfect weekend.

Cost Per Snip

Today, I went and got my hair did for the first time in, oh, maybe a year. Yes, it has been that long, and yes, my hair reflected that ugly fact - any sense of a styled cut had grown out, and the ends were dry and damaged, however, I still couldn't be bothered going to get it done. Why? Two reasons: I hate hairdressers, and they charge WAY too much.

Why do I hate hairdressers? I don't hate the individual people themselves, I just hate the salon experience, I guess. I hate the head massage they give you as they wash your hair; I hate the lighting that makes you look washed out and sick; I hate the smell of the chemicals they use; but mostly, I hate the small talk.

- Getting your hair done for a specific event?
- How's your love life?
- Oh, the weather.
etc.

The annoying thing about this small talk is that you have to engage with it, especially because the fate of your hair is in this person's hands. You can't look pointedly at the magazine in your lap, because that would be rude, and you can't just answer: you have to join in and ask questions back. It's exhausting! I could never be a hairdresser because I couldn't cope with the constant chit chat. It's one of the reasons why I feel like a fraud when working in retail: I'm sure the customers can see through my act and that I just don't care about their day.

Plus, I've never left a salon feeling overjoyed by my hair. I always say how much I love it, then I need to put it in a ponytail for a couple of weeks until the cut has grown a little and looks more me.

But I decided to deal with it and suck it up, because my hair has been frustrating me to no end over the past few weeks. Also, I've been watching all three seasons of Tabatha's Salon Takeover to get psyched up, so I feel I know what to look for now.

I heart her so! If you haven't seen this show, go and watch it now. It's kind of like Gordon Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares, but for salons. I love her bitch please face, and the way she says, "Fucking upstart bitch." She's crazy hot.

Which brings me to the second reason I hate getting my hair cut: the price. $87 for a wash, cut and blow dry!!! WTF?  I nearly died when they read the cost out to me. I had a $20 giftcard I'd gotten from my area supervisor at the Santa gig, so that helped a little, but $87?! How on earth can anyone justify charging that amount? And I didn't even get offered a coffee! I was offered a "complimentary hand massage" instead. But I didn't take it because I HATE massages of any kind. Now I wish I'd taken it just to feel like money was spent on something.

How on earth can a salon justify charging that amount. And in this economy! And how is it that with all the gay friends I have, not one of them is a hairdresser?

Oh well. I actually don't mind my haircut because the hairdresser was lovely and actually listened to what I wanted, which was basically to keep my hair the exact same. Hmm... Maybe it's exactly the same? It would explain why for once I didn't walk out covered in my hair clippings...

Lady of Leisure

So, I've been enjoying myself immensely this past week now that I've finally had absolutely no plans. It's been lovely waking up in the morning knowing that I can take my time with the laundry or my crafty pursuits without having to rush to be anywhere. Having worked so hard and so much the past two months, I'm luxuriating in this freedom.

I'm also finding that I'm actually quite productive when I'm not pressured into being so! Tonight I managed to do something I've been putting off for a long time: my Grad Recruitmen Application for the DET. I'm so glad to have it finished - at least the online part. It didn't even take that long to complete, and all I have to do now is get some documents notarised and I can sit back and wait for my interview.

I've also been working on my hexagon quilt.

This picture isn't that great, but you get the general idea. At the moment it's not very big. I want it to eventually be able to fit a king-sized bed, because why not? It's basically a mish mash of all the fabric I own, plus I've bought scraps and charm packs specifically for this quilt. It's a vomit of random colours and textures, but I love its hideousness. Plus, it keeps me busy, and even though progress is slow (first you have to cut the hexagon papers, then sew each scrap of fabric around each piece of paper, then you've got to join them all together), it's relaxing and keeps my hands busy. I think I have RSI though, or some kind of joint stiffening. My right hand is so stiff and sore - I know I should take a break from the sewing, but it's kind of annoying.

In my leisure I've also been shopping. I know, it's stupid to do that when normally I'm broke, but I've only been bargain hunting, I swear! The other day I went to Target to try and buy something to organise my makeup. I didn't find that, but I did find a new dress. I don't have a pic, but it's a mid-length, cream with navy stripes... I'm bad with descriptions. I know I shouldn't be shopping, but it was originally $59 and was marked down to $29. THEN, because the cashier noticed that the sash on it was missing (I didn't even realise it was supposed to have one), the cashier took it down to $23!!! It totally made my day.

Then yesterday I went op-shopping with Mel and found this little beauty:

The cutest little espresso-sized cup and saucer. The colours in the pic don't show it very well, but it's a blush pink colour. And did I mention it only cost me 50c?? Win.

So I've been enjoying this time, and tonight I'll be catching up with my uni buddies for the first time in a long time. So far I'm enjoying 2012. Now if only I could get rid of this cough...