Hello, Marian's Everyday Life!
Before I leave for one month I want to write as much as I can. The topic I will record will be pretty serious and suits my other blog better, but since I have recently posted something on there, I will write here instead.
Lately in the news I have read about this twelve-year-old named Thea planning to marry a man twenty-five years older in Oct. 11. As a girl who had been twelve-years-old not long ago I reacted to this shocking story with total disturbance. Girls as young as this age should not be forced to get wed until they're ready. When Oct. 11 (or 12 here in NZ) came I finally found out this was staged by Plan, an organization which fights for the universal rights of children. I've scanned through Thea's blog and by what Google translated, Thea thought she was going to have the best day of her life, but she still felt like nothing. Thea also mentioned that she had dreams of becoming a vet but there was no chance because the man she was planning to marry, Geir, is already rich. Which is better: having a well-planned career, or getting married at twelve to a wealthy man?
Besides that situation and how I feel about it, I am ready for school!
Camp!
Getting to see friends again!
Exams — hold up, exams?
I'll see you once final examinations are done and dusted. Which is in one month. I'm going to miss you, Marian's Everyday Life!
-M.Y ❤
Sunday, 12 October 2014
Saturday, 4 October 2014
The 18th Birthday (4/10/14)
Welcome to MEDL!
I, along with two other friends, have hosted an 18th birthday debut this night. Even though I am tired and in desperate need of rest, I will write a blog post!
This whole 'hosting' sentiment was private and the only people who knew were the debutant's mother, the two girls and me. Throughout last week we have rehearsed our script and the three songs we were to perform: 'I Only Want to be With You' by Lodovica Comello, a solo sung by me; 'Treasure' by Bruno Mars; and 'Price Tag' by Jessie J, which was our opening song.
Flash forward to tonight. During the first song, 'Price Tag', hardly anybody was there so we all relaxed. As the second song came, which was 'Treasure', the audience laughed every time we pointed at the debutant as we sang the song title. And for the third song, my two friends danced behind me as I stood behind the microphone stand hardly able to move because of my dress and heels.
At the end of the eighteen roses, there was a father/daughter dance. Seeing my close friend dancing with her father/my not-related uncle nearly made me cry. Being a father to a new eighteen-year-old is exciting but scary. She's moving out of the house and she would never move back in (unless she is studying in a university in the same city and is still living at the house and not a dorm).
When the end of the debut came, people mentioned that they wanted us to perform again at a Christmas party. Maybe we could be future superstars and travel around the world if somebody discovers us...
That would be wondrous, but no thank you. I'd still like to pursue being an author and a psychologist or something related to the science field.
Thank you for reading this blog post! Bye.
-M.Y ❤
I, along with two other friends, have hosted an 18th birthday debut this night. Even though I am tired and in desperate need of rest, I will write a blog post!
This whole 'hosting' sentiment was private and the only people who knew were the debutant's mother, the two girls and me. Throughout last week we have rehearsed our script and the three songs we were to perform: 'I Only Want to be With You' by Lodovica Comello, a solo sung by me; 'Treasure' by Bruno Mars; and 'Price Tag' by Jessie J, which was our opening song.
Flash forward to tonight. During the first song, 'Price Tag', hardly anybody was there so we all relaxed. As the second song came, which was 'Treasure', the audience laughed every time we pointed at the debutant as we sang the song title. And for the third song, my two friends danced behind me as I stood behind the microphone stand hardly able to move because of my dress and heels.
At the end of the eighteen roses, there was a father/daughter dance. Seeing my close friend dancing with her father/my not-related uncle nearly made me cry. Being a father to a new eighteen-year-old is exciting but scary. She's moving out of the house and she would never move back in (unless she is studying in a university in the same city and is still living at the house and not a dorm).
When the end of the debut came, people mentioned that they wanted us to perform again at a Christmas party. Maybe we could be future superstars and travel around the world if somebody discovers us...
That would be wondrous, but no thank you. I'd still like to pursue being an author and a psychologist or something related to the science field.
Thank you for reading this blog post! Bye.
-M.Y ❤
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