The Beginning of The Start
|Everyone should begin a blog with a beauts British sunset.|
|The whole group at NCS in July 2012.|
After NCS I did go to college, where I took a BTEC Performing Arts course and furthered my confidence, in two years of college I met long life friends, I committed myself to NCS for two years with joy! I learnt how to direct and ended up writing and directing my own play in London! I was in newspapers and started travelling around the country with friends. I found inner peace and happiness. On the other hand I also found Mc Donalds. And gained a TONNE of weight, as every teenage girl that gains a few pounds it isn't the most happiest of times, spent in the mirror naked poking at the flabby bits. I wasn't happy about myself, I became incredibly self conscious, my friends made it easier to be at my side but my mother was a constant reminder that I wasn't healthy.
|Our BTEC performance of Suessical, a take on Dr.Suess. (Can you spot me, A.K.A General Schmitz)|
Towards the end of college some big decisions had to be made, I passed my exams with flying colours (bar my English but I have never been one for poetry) and got accepted into all my five schools, 1 called UEL, University of East London, with a conditional offer. I took this to be my favourite choice, but also decided to defer a year, and thank the lord I did.
Then it became the big ass question:
"What to do in my gap year?'
-Work? Gunna have too!
-Find myself? Sure
|See?! Its a huge world!|
|In the House of Commons speaking at the Generation Citizen|
campaign! (In FE Weekly).
|Saying goodbye at the Airport to my three|
So I sucked it in, smiled, hugged my mother, my family, and went to the airport with my friends. So many thoughts rushing through my mind, 'Will this be a huge bloomin' mistake and I won't ever see my friends again? Will they still like me? I will be leaving the same time everyone begins their new educational year, what will they be doing? Will my dog remember me? And did I remember to switch off my phone??!"
I braved it, I cried as I said my goodbyes to my closest friends. I got on that plane and that was when it hit, I left my comfort zone for good. My comfy electronics, my cushty (Its a word now) lifestyle. I wanted to cry but at the same time I knew this was for the best. I was going to be a volunteer, a proper volunteer that helps. On the other hand I knew I wouldn't return the same person, I said goodbye to my old naive self, I said goodbye to the insecure me with no knowledge of Zambia in any shape of form. I said goodbye to the person I was living for 19 years of my life.
8 months later and this is where I am. I am so overjoyed to of done ICS, and cannot recommend people enough to get involved with ICS and NCS. Without those organisations I would not be this person. If you chose to follow this blog, which I hope you do, I will give you an insight into the crazy world of volunteering, and the aftermath of it. As amazing as it was you feel empty without that need to help. And I will guide you through it all, from what you should and shouldn't pack, to how to keep at it once you're back, and day to day thoughts on how my life is now.
I hope you continue reading my future blogs, have a happy day!