Hiya Every1 on yc.net,

I thought id blog what happened on tuesday of this week as it was one hell of a day. Lots of things going on and it really was a rollercoster. So where to start begining i suppose. Please read to the end of the blog no matter how much it may/ may not bore you.

Ok the start of my Tuesday 14th November started at about 3.30am when i finally managed to get to sleep then waking up a few time and being up from 6am (im sure many of you have had nights like that before.) Anyway reasons for such a late/ early night- well i was doing the house work and washing ect and my dad isnt too great at the moment and he kept me up cuz i was worrying about him more about that later. I got my self out of my lovely warm bed at about 7am n got dressed and ready 4 school, then i had a stress on for about 20 mins rushing arround collecting all of my art work that i had left lying around, today i had an art interveiw agh i was so nervous!!! Then i sorted dads tablets out and left for school with my mum (who yes works at my school- and yes she is really my mum and yes i do get on with her [sorry comments i often have to say to other pupils there]).

When at school i put all my interveiw art work into the art room and went to the common room where i was called by my head of year to help her with her computer and then make sure she got to her meeting on time. I often have to tell her she needs to be in staff breifing ect, ect. Next was a 10 min relaxation period yeah!!!! i talked to my freinds and began to organise my birthday weekend events- like going out for a meal ect ect. However i was stressing because i thought i had left some of my art work at home- but no it was in my bag just like it always is. During form period also know as registration i spent my time in my 2nd form which is the music teacher (Hannah) helping out, making sure their planners are signed and that their uniform is correct. I love being in lessons with the lower school as you will find out in the rest of this blogg.

Period 1- I spent my time with Year 11 group E music. In this lesson we started off with a listening exercise during which i sat at the back of the room sticking photos on a big board for my art. Then i helped with compersition giving lots of ideas for lyrics with hannah (who was very ill that day and couldnt do much).

Period 2- Year 9 woop woop NOT!!!! as much as i love kids these little darlings did my head in- they are a high ability group but have already got them selves 1 whole lesson behind on lesson 2 of the topic. They were crazy- and my voice was killing by the end of the lesson. At the moment with year 9 we are teaching them how to be in a band and what pop music actually involes so they have to perform their own version of Knock Knock Knocking on Heavens Door, so myself and Hannah are teaching them chords on the keyboard, Electric Guitar and Bass gutair and the drum beat. It will sound amazin when they have all done it but the setting up and actual teaching of the chords just takes such a long time and they dont listen to what you have to tell them. With Hannah being so ill i had to try and get them to do as they were told- which after 5 mins of me stood in the middle of the room not responding and mins being added on the board they finally listened to me.

Then came break- and every year the week of children in need is known as Charity week at our school- and it is the 6th formers duty to put on a weeks worth of events all arround school. Now at break time i went arround with a bucket refusing to let other 6th formers back onto site without coffing up sum cash- whilst others went arround doing similar things- sum ppl were even busking for money (all for charity of course).

Period 3 came arround so fast it was untrue- only one lesson till my art interveiw agh agh scary stuff. Period 3 ment i actually had a real lesson- one that i was the pupil in which is unusual nowadays to be fair. Simply because in all of my free periods im in music and im helping to teach lessons. Anyway back to the subject i was in drama this lesson (sorry if i am boaring any of u but please keep reading as i want your thoughts on an issue in a bit) It was led by dave and myself as our drama teacher was doing a course work day with year 11's. Around christmas we have to put on a performance that we have devised our selves (Made up). Our chosen topic is about cosmetic surgery focusing on *** enlargements. Which sounds easy enough typed out on here but it is much much much harder than that. In the lesson we had to show a medical waiting room but we could only say one word at a time to say our whole sentance- it worked really well and we ended up adding in lots of dance.

Then came the dreaded bell to signify the end of the lesson and the beginging of the next- which just happened to be my interveiw.

Period 4- My worst nightmare had just come true, i actually had to show case my art work for so far this year. Luckly one of my freinds went first which gave me a bit of time to stick things into my sketch book that i hadnt yet managed to do. Then my turn came! I was called into the interveiw room- which just so happened to be my mothers class room so i had to chuck her out so that i could fully focus on my work- i had a few mins to set out my work so that the teacher could see all of what i have done so far (this will be added to my image cave site within the next few days and when it is i will add a link on here and on a new tread of the disscusion boards) My chosen topic is Music and sound collaberating art and music together. But basically tho i had two A01 mood boards (quadruple the size of a3 paper) 3 medium size canvases- one with a painting of my favorite peice of music by einaudi called Primavea. One with a tester of back ground and one with wax background with glue gun over the top of it. Then 70 pages of my sketch book filled, and 4 black box canvases with paintings of slinkis on them. To really get a taste of my art work please please look on the image cave site (link to be added to the blog soon). I had to talk my art teacher through what i had done so far for my project and why i had used the materials that i had- then what i wanted to do next. Now my teachers reaction on entering the room would just be filtered on this site- he was so shocked at all the work that i had put in over the weekend that he hadnt seen he swore. At the end of the interveiw he asked me what my minimum target grade was- which is an E i think. He then asked what grade do you think you are on?? To which i replyed seriously about an E. He nearly killed me- screamed at me you think this is an E an E!!!! he told me what he had given the other two girls that had been interveiwed what they had got a C+ to which i looked at my work then at him and said 'But sir i have more work than them' still thinking i was on an E. Eventually i found out that my work isnt work an e in the slightest but a very strong B, and was told that if i complete everything that i want to complete i will get an A. I was over the moon Jumping for joy- wen my mates came in with my mum, u wouldnt tell them what i had been given because i knew i had done better than one of the girls and didnt want to rub it in. Although she was fantastic and has been telling every1 to congratulate me on what i have achived so far. They were also over the moon that i got given a better grade than the girl that wants to go to art college next year and has been bragging about how she was going to get an A by the end of the year. She is now sum what dissapointed with her self and her work because it is no where near an A as it stands at the moment.

OMG IM 18!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Agh- sorry its just turned midnight while im writting this blog on thursday 15th nov 2007 and im now offically an adult- oh no i can no longer drink illegally- not that i am trying to encourage that behavoir it is simply idiotic. lol

Right sorry this is sooo long i havent even got to the reason why i was writting this blog yet- sorry i really hope ppl are still reading this as it will get even more intresting soon.

Lunch time- this had to be the 2nd best part of the day- best part being i got a B in art!! As i have already mentioned in my thousand words of blogging essay thingie lol its charity week at my school and we are organising event- tuesdays event was egg roulette- where the teachers got egged. Basically we had lots of contestants and we got the audience to bid (like an auction) to get the teacher of their choice to smash an egg on there head some were boiled and others werent, We also had cream pies thrown in the teachers faces and on their hair by bidding too- it was hillarious to see some of their reactions.

Period 5- This lesson was again me teaching well helping to any way- i took the started as Hannah looked dreadful and needed to go and get a drink. the lesson went really well and they all are in bands and are preparing to perform for january/ febuary time.

Then came the dreaded period 6 lesson- 3-4pm lucky us!! not lol. Drama- it went really well- we worked as pairs and developed a fight/ surgury / love routine which included lots of moving arround and linking jumps ect ect ect. I wish that you guys could see it because it just looks amazing. and it is so fun to do.

After this i finally got the chance to go home although i didnt actually get in till 5.15pm and then had to do a mimic of my art interveiw for my dad and sisters who hadnt seen any of my latest work either. After this i took on some of my caring role and sat and chatted to dad while the others were sorting things out and having a bath. Unfortunatly i found out what my dad was thinking and whats been going on. My dad is not good at the moment because is meds have been changed and there for he is hearing voices again- he thinks that mum is having an affair with someone- today it was suggested that it was our school head master which is basically a noo noo dont even go there job. And he is not conviced that i am his child again- which is really tough on me to be quite honest, because its my bithday today (thurs 15th nov) and it really hurts me because i dont have the dad that brought me up and the dad that celebrated my two older sisters 18th bdays properly. Its more like me bringing him up- teaching him the things that i teach my lifesaving group- about general saftey ect ect.

Next came 30 mins of oboe practice- all i could fit in before swimming then swimming- which started out fine but then all went horribly wrong for me.

So here is the story- it all started the week before for in the middle of the training session- i am a teacher to the rookies at my local lifesaving club the kids i have vary in age from about 9 to about 14. However i was in the middle of teaching when i noticed something was wrong the other side of the pool- one of the pupils in the next group up- who was an old pupil of mine had cut her foot open on the bottom of the pool- and her foot was bleeding- and i could see it from the other side of the pool- now i know this girl is a moaner but her foot was bleeding and she needed an antiseptic wipe on it. Now the girl was telling the teacher that her foot was bleeding but the liz the teacher wouldnt give her the time of day, and turned around and said something like 'Oh laura! will you stop being a silly little girl! and just get on with it. Your pathetic and i am not going to help!' When i heard this i decided it was time for someone else- that being me, to step in and do something so i went into the lifeguard office and got her an anti-septic wipe- she wanted a plaster but i refused as it wouldnt have stuck. Anyway i went back to my group and adrian one of the adults who help with the rookies said that i had done what was needed. But then this week at swimming liz asked to speak to me- which i agreed to not knowing what she was going to say. She brought up this incident from the previous week and told me how i shouldnt have done anything because la9ura is just a silly girl who is to be egnored by everyone and only wants attention. At this point i said that as a teacher- it was my duty to make sure the child was safe as she is in the care of the club at that time. I also said at how if it was a tile of the floor anything could have got into in and it could have got infected, she said that laura wanted a plaster and i should know for well that she didnt need one- so i pointed out calmly that all i did was get her a wipe to clean her cut- as health and safety regs say we have to do that. This point liz starts shouting at me and basically telling me that i was completly wrong- and that it was her group and it was her that should have been dealing with it and only her- she chose to egnor it an that was it. By this point id had enough- so stormed out saying liz im not gonna listen to this any more- id got so angry that i through my handbag and ran off out side and went on a run- i came back about 5 mins later in tears still because she had upset me so much- i had to phone one of the other members of the club to say wot had happened so that i could move on and teach like what i had gone to do. The session went really well and because it was my bday 2days later i got chucked in the pool fully clothed- luckly i did have more clothes with me- However then 2 of my 11 yr old pupils from this group came up to me and said "so what have u done wrong then kiwi- liz has told us that u have been told off for something that you have done wrong." This was it then- id had enough- she was being completly un proffesional to tell my kids this- and was stepping well out of line- however by this point it was too late to do anything really. So i went home- in tears because she had upset me so much- thing was today (wed) i was still extremly upset about it and it affected me all day- so much so that wen i came back from school i was in tears again about it- so i called my mate liza who is at the club and is also a teacher like me- but swims for the compertions instead. She told me to phone one of the adults on the committe about it and tell them what happened- they have then said that liz was completly out of line from the very first moment- and has actually put me in a situation where i should ever have to be in- as i should never be crying down the phone to another club member because someone has done something so unproffesial. Thing is now i have to phone the big boss man to tell him- and to get something done about it so that it will never happen again- anyway this is where my blog needs you help and advice- what would you do in my situation, should i leave it or get someone to confunt her about what hapened?? Who is actually in the right??

After this hecticness i went home- and tlked to my family about what had happened- watched my favorite tv show spooks whilst eating tea, then had a go at some of my caring role- so sorting out things around the house setteling dad and making drinks ect ect. But to be fair on a tuesday i dont do that much caring but do fit it in around everything else- this is only one day of my life in words and ive used over 3000 words sorry- couldnt stop writting.

So this is where my blog comes to an end- sorry it was so long but what do u think?? Does this sound anything like your day??  Please leave comments

Thanks for reading Love you all Kiwi

Hiya everyone,

My half term has been absolulty manic. I cant believe how much i have been doing in this past week. Dad hasn't been so great- but he's tablets for his illness have changed so hopefully that will make him better soon. Its to try and stop his shaking because they are really worried about how much he is shaking. I have had to do so much school work this week its been untrue- dont even think i have finished it all yet ahhhh. I still have got to do some art and drama- i have far to much to get done its never going to be done in time. A-Levels are really really hard, never mind though- it gets me where i want to be.

I have recently got a new oboe teacher- she is amazing- im on past grade 8 (highest grade) peices and i can actually play them its really weird. I have also been learning the basoon- its going well. Only problem is is that i have to find a bassoon so i dont have to rent it anymore.

Do any of you ever wonder what life would be if you didnt become a young carer?? As much as know being a young carer has changed my life for the better i would love to change it. Just for one day it would be nice to not have to worry about my dad- and to come home to be able to have a proppa conversation with him.

Anyway thats whats going on atm just fort id blog it,

Kiwi

Hiya,

Welcome to yc.net Bloggs- for those of you that dont already know me, im Ceinwen also known as Kiwi. Im 17 and i help to care for my dad who has schizophernia. Im the youngest of 3 children, my two sisters are 25 and 21. Im currently at 6th form i only take three subjects this year- I take Music, Art and Drama, all of which i love by the way.

Im really pleased that i have been asked to blog 4 yc.net- only thing is i dont know where to start. I suppose that the start is normally a good place to begin so i might try and go from there. I havent been a young carer all my life, but on the 18th August 2005 my life turned upside down. When we had been away on holiday a few days before dad had been acting weird but we just put it down to him acting up (he'd always had a slightly bazar side to him). But this was different- this was big, I was at my best mates birthday, but i didnt wanna go home something wasnt right. That night dad didnt come home- at 11pm we had a phone call from a hospital about 20-25 miles away, dad had arrived at the fire station near to where he used to work saying he needed a place to stay cuz hed lost the house and all of the family cuz he didnt make it home by five. That phone call was torcher- we all knew it was about dad but it wasnt untill the next morning at 2am when my mum came home from the hospital that we knew he hadnt been in a car accident or something. The next morning i woke up with my best mates mum in my room- mum had gone to the hospital again. For the next few months dad spent time in hospital with us visiting him every day- at the same time to set a new routine to the man who believed i wasnt his.

Then came the start of term at school, i was just going into the most important year of school- Thats when things started to hit the fan. I couldnt cope, i wasnt sleeping at home because i was so worried about dad and the pile of courework was flung at me. Lucky the teachers knew what was going on with my life so things were slightly easier for me. But then the news came that i had been dreading- Dad was coming home. I suppose i should have been excited about it- but i wasnt, i hated the idea simply because he still wasnt back to dad. It was really hard to cope with him at home because my life completly changed, i actually had to do things for myself, i learnt to cook, clean, wash, iron and all the things that all the yc's are so use to doing. But to me at this point was something i would have never dreamed of doing.

School was tough, I was sleepingin english because i was just far too tired. French i would flip at the teacher because she would say something that would irritate me. Basically i wasnt doing to well, this was ovious to my head of year who decided that to get me back on track i needed to go onto report- this actually helped me loads, because she was able to work out where i was struggling and why. as the year went on things did become easier, but my results did show that i struggle through, but i got my grades to get into 6th form and for me that was all that really mattered.

So that brings me to now. I am now a much better person thanks to being a young carer- i've grown up. Im helpful and care about those arround me- something that a few years ago i wouldnt have been. That's my story of becoming a yc. Bit long winded i know but at least you know where ive come from- and you can all know who i am before you get into my blog.

So what do you think of my very first blog? let me know

Kiwi