Not once does my uniform cross my mind at STA, but as soon as I leave I am aware of the stereotypical Catholic school uniform. Where 20 minutes before I blended in with 600 girls wearing the same thing, I now stick out in a sea of what seems like the entire earth’s population.
I really don’t like group projects. It is not because I hate everyone or that I am antisocial - group projects themselves are flawed for multiple reasons.
The words “One Direction” hit the screen as the five boys run out onto the stage. The band that I had once seen through a computer screen, stand in the same stadium as me. Breathing the same air as me. The night that I had been waiting for had finally arrived, and it was a dream come true.
The fake is never better than the original. We hear this constantly: processed foods are unhealthy, (certain) implants and plastic surgeries are disgusting and backstabbing, “fake” friends should be dumped. The bias against fake seems to be everywhere. And most of it is true. Usually. There is one exception to this rule: Christmas trees.
Stepping into my first kickboxing class, I’m not sure what I was expecting. But, I certainly wasn’t prepared for what seemed like one of the hardest workouts of my life.
