Protest!! And back taking photographs

So after an autumnal-winter rest period of not taking photographs (i don't know why) I have returned after going to a protest regarding Gaza.

I was told about the protest via a teacher who "realluy wannid to do summit". I have always wanted to photograph a demonstration, so got the relevant details from another teacher who was attending. Victoria Square, 12pm onwards.
We arrived and walked through Victoria Square. We were slightly disappointed by the lack of people. Any photographs I would take would be intrusive and a little too personal. My companion (and self-appointed personal assistant) and I decided to go to the nearby library with my newly-recieved second library (in my mothers name) card which allows me to discharge 16 (!!) books from the library and not the usual, shameful 8. (Who can read 16 books in a month?!! It's good for when I want to discharge cookery books, or when my Mother wants books and I also want books). My Mother had decided to continue into the city centre to get some stuff.
We went up the entrance stairs when I heard someone yelling "Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish!! Quiiiiiiiiiiiiick! They're down the bottom of the steps!! Loads of 'em!!"
So we ran down the bottom of the steps next to the large fountain and the iron man statue, and we could hear the roar of people and the helicopter hovering overhead. And then they began moving. Streams and streams of people, all protesting, and chanting. I had to move back - they'd crush me if I didn't. Climbed onto a ledge and just shot.

So, all together now:
"WE ARE HUNDREDS, WE ARE MILLIONS, WE ARE ALL PALESTINIANS!!"
































































































































































































































































































































Now, that photograph makes me feel a bit uncomfortable. I can tolerate the gore, the doll bodies wrapped in bloodied dressings. This though. The banner of the swastika inside the Star of David. I don't know, i don't agree with them doing that and i think it was a step too far. I know thats the point of protests but that isn't any more soothing for me.



Back at school on monday, I spoke to the teachers who said they'd go. The one teacher, she was there, protesting. My other teacher? Well, she went ice-skating. Haha.

The end of an error.

So I will officially be a non-school girl by June 20th. I don't know what that entails, apart from a shedload of the ole "growin' up". I'm excited - I have a lot of things planned; a yearbook; a prom; a year 11s trip to ... somewhere (that bridge will be crossed when I get to it) but there's an underlying bug inside of me that really doesn't want to leave school. Being a schoolgirl has been a cushion for me for so long. I've been able to block out so much because it doesn't affect me - I'm a schoolgirl. I can discard the Guardian's work pages because they don't affect me - although sometimes it's nice to flick through to see how much engineers actually do get paid. I've been able to ignore so much - the glories of being under sixteen. Given, as I've aged, I've noticed things gradually falling away from me. I can no longer get child fare for certain things because I'm over 12, over 14. I mean, when does 14 + constitute as adult ? Seriously.
This, leaving school, also comes with the responsibility of finding colleges. I applied for a place at a certain college and pretty much was accepted pre-interview. But I'm still thinking about courses. The courses that are solidly set in stone are: English Literature and Language, Geography, History.
I am tied though. What do I choose for my fourth option? Drama and Theatre Studies? I love the idea of it. I really do. Being a theatre critic for a newspaper seems like a very tempting career, or even actress. But there is also
Photography. Even if you do not "know" me, you know my life rotates around photography. I love it, and would go as far as saying... i'm .. relatively good at it. Relatively. Maybe even pretty good at it.
There is also sociology. I like the sound of sociology, it sounds pretty interesting adn would create some dynamic debates.

So y'see, I just do not know. My Mum's against the idea of taking five A Levels, and from what I've read on Yahoo Answers and The Student Room, it's a REALLY bad idea. If I could take five, it would most likely be Drama and Theatre Studies and Photography.

Oh goodness, help me. I can't make a decision to save my life.

Determination

There are several things I am determined to do, and not to do with this blog.

One, is that I am determined not to let this blog wilt and die like some of my other blogs. This is going to be kept at least weekly, so I can culminate all my weekly photo takings (as of tomorrow I am embarking on the journey that is the "365 days" photo project so there should be at least 7 photographs to ludge on here, per week. Ha. That should be interesting. No, no. It should be good. It will be good.

I am determined, also, to... oh god. I've forgotten. I'll come back to it.

Well, either way, This blog. It will be a blog of reviews of general things. Reviews of books I've read, films I've watched, CDs I've listened to, concerts I've been to, y'know, the general.
It will also be a gathering of the photographs I've taken, too - as I've already noted.

I'll also be discussing the things happening in my life.

It should be an interesting journey - I hope so.

So, with that said, I will end this introduction thread and start my first official blog post.

With Love and <3,
Tish
xx