Pink Hair, Don’t Care

On Tuesday I went down to London to stay with my sister as I had my last ever hospital appointment at Great Ormond Street Hospital as i’m now being transferred to an adults clinic, a bit overdue I might add. I’m not complaining though, I’ve been going to that hospital for as long as i can remember and I’ve come to enjoy my visits. I am looking forward to not being surrounded by five year olds noIMG_20150205_145351w though. I had managed to squeeze in an appointment for myself at BLEACH London in Topshop, Oxford Street’s basement. I went in thinking I would be getting very light candy floss coloured, pink hair that I have wanted for a couple of years now. Because my hair was red-ish though, there was too much red pigment in it for my hair to go completely white when bleached, so the colourist said it would look better with “The Big Pink” which, as you can probably work out, is much more vibrant. I absolutely love it!!! It took five hours overall and during times waiting I lurked around Topshop in my Snape-like (Harry Potter) cloak and sporting IMG_20150204_092529a rather heavy amount of bleach on my head and a shower cap. Attractive. I felt guilty for confining my sister for so long in a basement but it was nice to spend time with her. I was absolutely petrified about bleaching my hair, a lot of people told me that it would fry, snap off, burn my scalp, turn to straw and fall out. All I noticed was that it was bit itchy when they put the cap on my head to stimulate the chemical reaction or whatever it is that it does, and my hair feels just as soft as it did before, no baldness and no frying… which is a relief!!

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Waiting in the freezing cold for a train. I really love my denim jacket. It took me forever to find one I liked, most of the ones in vintage shops were either too huge or a tad minging.
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I saw London briefly between hospital appointments, tubes and train rides.
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Near GOSH

Afterwards we went to a Mexican restaurant just off of Oxford street, called Wahaca which was delicious and i felt stuffed (pink) rabbit afterwards but ah well. We had this waiter called Miguel who was extremely helpful, when my sister told him I was deaf he found us a space upstairs in the bar area where there was barely a soul in sight where it was much quieter and served us personally. He even asked if I wanted the speakers to be switched off! Β Its great when you find people who want to do anything they can to help you, especially as I often find restaurant situations difficult when its noisy. He has restored my faith in humanity!! Actually restored isn’t the word I mean as my faith in humanity was never exactly lost, but rather emphasised, but the saying fits so…

I am now back at college, which I actually don’t dread going to, which is a first for me. As much as I dislike, no hate, A Levels, I like college. That doesn’t mean I want to be staying there another year though.

I mentioned in my last post about challenging the government about Disabled Student’s Allowance, the law firm who are supporting me, Irwin Mitchell, have done a press release story, so I, along with Joseph who is in his first year of uni, have been in a few newspapers/websites/blogs, half of them I haven’t ever heard of though. Its actually quite terrifying. It’s all for a good cause though, we shouldn’t even really be having to fight to access what the majority of people can in education.

El Jardin de infantes

So I’ve been having an amazing time in Quito. I got very sunburnt after only 2 days at the beach (I did put loads of cream on I promise!). The beach wasn’t what I imagined, it was very long, grey almost black sand (I guess from all the volcanoes) with silvery green water and bright cloudy skies. The road next to the beach is full of nice bars and restaurants, but behind that road the Atacamas is a different story. We could see that it was a very run down area, with crumbling walls, some with no doors, very small cramped living spaces and green murky water in the river that splits the town, with at least one stray dog on each corner. It was nice to get to know the other volunteers better but I was glad to be back in Quito.

I started my project at the kindergarten yesterday, I’m already tired but loving it! I am in a classroom of toddlers about 2/3 helping out two staff. They are all adorable, although some are fascinated by my glasses and appear to find it hilarious when they hit me on the head with plastic toys. I mostly help get the children seated for breakfast, lunch and dinner, brush their teeth, get them changed for nap time and play with them. The only thing I’ve struggled with is meal times, the children are made to eat everything on their plates, which are quite large portions for 2 year olds. They do kick up a fuss and some cry when they’re full, but are still force fed even when they’re still chewing the previous mouthful. Today one of the girls in my class actually threw up over the table because she had eaten so much 😦 Its also a matter of speed, to keep things flowing they try to speed up meals which doesn’t really help. It does mean that the parents don’t have to feed them when they get home but I do find it difficult to watch.

On the way back to Monika’s house from the project today me and Emily got split up :/ It was a stressful experience! Basically while I was paying to get through the barriers at the stop, Emily had already managed to get on the bus, which I missed. It was scary because although I got on the right bus back I couldn’t be certain that Emily hadn’t gotten off the next stop and headed back for me as she can’t receive or send texts on her phone here. When I got off the bus I rang Monika on three different numbers she had given me, two were invalid and one did pick up but I couldn’t hear anyway. So I thought the best thing would be top walk back to Monika’s which was lucky as that was where Emily was! πŸ™‚ I wasn’t worried about being on my own but more so that Emily may have been deserted if she had decided to head back with no way on contacting anyone.

One of the volunteers called Chloe went back to Boston last night, apart from Emily, she was the I felt most at ease with. To celebrate her last night Chloe and I went to plaza and then we watched bridesmaids with Emily. At dinner, Monika told us about a volunteer who died last year when she was climbing a mountain and its been said that people still see her in the spanish school at night, her classroom light being on. Guess who was here teacher? Mercedes! I’m glad that I’ve finished spanish now because although I don’t believe it, its still scary that its the same room where I was taught! No wonder Monika worries about us all, she has been through a lot. We were all very jumpy last night so Bridesmaids was a good distraction! πŸ™‚