I love Manchester.

So yesterday I went to Manchester with a new-ish friend from college called Rachel. We decided that we both needed to get our Christmas shopping done as its only 26 days until Christmas..,.26! :O Rachel doesn’t know Manchester that well so once we had been to the main high street shops for presents, I showed Rachel the Northern Quarter which is the best part of Manchester (well in my biased opinion). It’s full of all the old industrial, victorian buildings that have been converted into flats, boutiques, cafes and vintage shops. If you ever stop by Manchester  you should go to Affleck’s Palace, it’s a really cool building cram packed with a lattice of tiny shops where you can get anything from vintage clothes, 10 inch spiky flatforms, olde worlde sweets, a bead emporium and tattoos.

The Outside
The Outside

It’s like a labyrinth with lots of winding corridors, stairs surrounded by newspapered or graffitied walls and you just never know where you’re going to end up. So if you’re looking to get lost for a bit then off you jog.

One of the stairwells
One of the stairwells

I just love the city as a whole and it makes me even more excited to think that I could be living there next year…a whole city of inspiration just waiting to be found! Travel agent wannabe alert…oo-er.

I bought myself some beads from The Bead Shop in Affleck’s, if you like making stuff you would be in heaven there! Do you like my new necklace then? I do. Obviously.

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I have noticed that I’ve started caring a lot less what people think of what I wear, how i do my hair etc, I just wear whatever I want because I want to, which is the way it should be. I think it’s college that made it change a bit for me, there’s so many different people there and everyone is just accepted and that makes me happy 🙂 Ooh a smiley face for emphasis there. I’m not completely there yet with the self-confidence business but I will be.

We witnessed some aggressive street drumming ( I can’t say I could work out any particular rhythm) and some Green Party fracking protests which is always interesting to see. There were some strange people wearing scary white masks shouting out nonsensical protests, sadly didn’t get a picture of them but I got that one over there… the one with the big red sign? I also got a photo of the photobox in Urban Outfitters which is just cool. Personally I would have wanted to keep my picture but plastering them all over the box looks good too.

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Urban Outfitters, Manchester Central
Urban Outfitters, Manchester Central

I thought I’d just show you a watercolour painting Rachel did of me in art on Friday, Glenn has done one too, I am apparently their muse! Haha, er, no, we just draw each other all the time. I don’t look like Beyonce as requested. I look a bit sad actually.

By Rachel.
By Rachel

Running: A Redeemed Freedom

So I thought that it was about time I posted something on here again, I’ve been busy concentrating on revision so its a relief to breathe for a bit 🙂

I’ve recently started to feel the urge to start up running again, I used to run loads when I younger but later developed a resentment, which I think mostly came about when I had to do things like athletics and sports days at school…I hate running in competitions!  But it looks like I’m sImagetarting to enjoy it more again. I’ve heard several people say ‘The first steps are always the hardest!’ and I realised that for me, when I feel the motivation, the first steps are the easiest. Its when the adrenaline builds up and sudden feeling of freedom washing over me and then my legs start pounding the pavement faster and faster, its the closest I’ll probably get to flying for no money at all. The first few minutes I feel like laughing, it really is like experiencing euphoria. The hardest steps for me is when I reached halfway and I realise I’ve still got all that distance to go, its a strange feeling of reluctance to turn back on myself, against rather than running with the wind, running into it. I think that part of it has to do with the fact that my house is on a hill so when I leave it I tumble downhill and then I have to push myself up it on the way back. And then of course the achey legs later that day.

I Really Hate Making Decisions

I’m one of those people who hate having to make decisions, whether its what kind of cupcake I want to buy or more importantly what I want to do with my life.

College is already talking about filling in UCAS forms and personal statements….madness! For those who might not be aware, UCAS is a form that people have to fill out in order to apply for university and the personal statement is basically an essay about yourself but with a whole lot of cramming in about achievements and  work experiences and hobbies into a small word count. So anyway, I’m beginning to get stressed becausstress overloade I don’t know if I’m even staying at my college next year or moving to another one…never mind a choice that indicates the career path for the rest of my working life, 17 is too young to be thinking about what I’m going to still be doing when I’m 60 something!! How are we supposed to know if the choices are the right ones, I don’t want to make a mistake and then not being able to go back on it, these next few years need to be good, no more wasting away the years wishing I was doing something else.

 

My AS exams are coming up in 4 weeks. Four weeks. I know that I’m lucky because I only have two subjects that you can technically revise for but that doesn’t stop me stressing, I also need to fundraise at least £600 for my orphanage visit in Quito by June, I need top finish my Arts Award and my EPQ, I need to email several people and I need to decide on what college to go to within the next few weeks and and and….

 

Ok rant over, I promise a happier post next time 🙂

I made it onto the YAB! So Excited :D

   The YAB, is the Youth Advisory Board from NDCS (national deaf children’s society) where 15 deaf people aged 12-18 join to make life better for deaf people in the UK. Its an amazing opportunity and I have so many ideas of what can be done/changed. Last years team campaigned to make health services more accessible for deaf people and I can’t wait to get started on the new campaign when we decide on it!

   To get on it I had to fill in a form about myself and then as they liked the form, NDCS staff interviewed in Manchester. It was completely nerve racking and I worried that I didn’t say enough…but I guess they liked me! 🙂 There’s three residential weekends where I get to meet the other board members (the first one is in a few weeks), I’m looking forward to it as I don’t know many deaf people and I’d love to make new friends and learn more BSL. It’s in Birmingham, where I’ve only been briefly (to a cadbury’s world haha) so its all new to me 🙂

Wish me luck!!

 

More on the YAB from previous members’ views:

http://youngpeople.ndcsbuzz.org.uk/go.php?structureID=S49FAE2CCD445F&ref=P4F8FD10FDE107

When suddenly I have superpowers

So I was talking to somebody the other day and she said “it must be so cool to lipread like you do, its like a superpower…. you can read anyone’s lips whenever you want and just know what they’re saying”. If that’s as the case then why did I have to ask her to repeat what she was saying Imageseveral times in the conversation? I did a presentation to the year a while ago and I stressed how much I rely on lipreading, ‘I need to see your face or…’ ‘don’t stand in front of a window or…’, you get the idea. Maybe I stressed it too much or perhaps I should have said with each point I made that just because I rely heavily on lipreading doesn’t mean that i can miraculously hear because sometimes saying it once or twice doesn’t really make it sink in.

When there are lots of new people around its especially difficult to lipread people as I’m not used to their lip patterns. Sometimes there are strange circumstances, for example, the other day I was on a bus and as it stopped I saw two women talking and I lipread the one who was facing towards me and I could tell what she was saying, or at least the short sentence i saw before the bus left, it also fit in well their body language. It’s weird like that, how can I understand complete strangers but then not lipread others that well? That’s happened a few times…it seems to be that when i really want to hear what somebody is saying I can’t understand them, I can’t follow their lips and the words merge together.

Anyway, when the girl said the bit about the superpowers I kind of worried that maybe a few people at college think like this, maybe they really do think i’m quiet and I don’t even want to join in with their conversations and I’m ‘antisocial’ because of course I can read every word they’re saying(!) I don’t know. Maybe she’s the only one. I did try telling her that it is still difficult to understand what people are saying but we were at a party and I didn’t want to seem like I was lecturing her. Maybe I worry too much about what others think.

I wish somebody would tell me why people find it hard to make conversations with me. Is it because they do think I’m quiet and I don’t really talk? (which is because I can’t follow and therefore join in conversations) Or is it because I’m deaf and they don’t know what to say or they’re scared in case they say something wrong? I don’t want this to be the case but I’m running out of possibilities….and if any of these are true how can I possibly make it better? I don’t really think that anyone can fully understand what its like to be deaf unless of course they are. It’s times like these when I think there should be a film about a deaf teenager with personal inputs from hundreds of deaf people everywhere so the facts are right. Not a documentary, but a film that people can get stuck into, not get bored and they can relate to the characters, something that people say afterwards ‘that was good’ or ‘that was powerful’. Maybe I should put my new letter writing skills to use and write to some producers!! Not sure they’d take me seriously!