Been victim to this common cold for around 4 days now. It’s getting out of hand. I keep getting ambushed by hot and cold flashes. I have work in an hour, am secretly hoping I get sent home. Pray for me.
So my brother got a puppy
It’s all I can do not to cry…
New holiday job… In need of some extra dosh. did 5 hours today. They asked me to work on the breakfast shift too so working about 2-3hours, from 7.15ish. Should be good. Learnt how to make a some coffees today. Next stop work the till..
I hate that I struggle to feel ‘ok’ after eating a meal, especially dinner. I want to do things but am restricted cuz I feel crappy.. I’m not even eating dairy or gluten.. I dont understand!
Meet Billy and Ringo.
Billy is living on the streets of Southampton due to a series of unfortunate events. Originally from a different city, Billy was already living on the streets before he came down South. He has been on the streets for six months, four of which have been spent here. This old shop entrance is his ‘home’. He has to beg in order get enough money to buy a meal for around £1.50.
Ringo, his dog, is 25 weeks old. The whole time I was talking to Billy, the dog was itching.
If you knelt down to stoke Ringo, he would clamber onto your lap for comfort, he doesn’t even have a dog bed.
It was interesting to hear about Billy’s life. He has been caught in a cruel catch22. He wants a job, but to have a job he needs accommodation, for that he needs money, which leads him back to needing a job. All the while, needing enough money to buy himself dinner and his dog food.
Billy told me that in his current situation he’s happy if he can feed himself and Ringo.It was tough to hear this heart-wrenching truth. Billy is 58 years old, almost the same age as my dad. To hear how his life was destroyed brought tears to my eyes. This world can be so cruel. For a ‘first-world’ country, Britain is doing terribly with proverty and homelessness.
After speaking to Billy, my friend and I went to get him and his dog some food. Even though I am low on cash I still felt the urge to help him. I don’t agree with giving cash to people on the streets as I fear what they might spend it on. Instead I took it upon myself to buy him some supplies. I bought a flea collar for Ringo, and my friend bought a couple of tins of dog food as well as some treats.
Then I got Billy a sandwich, a cup of tea and some nutri-grain bars, to keep him going.
It’s not much, but it’s something.
When I asked if I could take a photo he agreed, but no smile approached his face for the whole time we were with him.
My empathy for homeless people has grown. Even though I feel like I have it tough sometimes, it’s not nearly as bad as it can be. Not everyone living on the streets are there because of drink and drugs. Somethings they just fall up uncertain circumstances.
'Hpw to cope with PTSD'
At 430 words.
Haven’t even finished my first article yet.. But at least I’m getting somewhere. Meeting with my supervisor in the morning too.
There are a number of students in my GCSE class that have behavioural issues and if they feel uncomfortable they can do anything from storm out of the classroom to throwing chairs and punching their tables. They’re great kids, they just dont always see the light at the end of the tunnel and when they are in stressful situations they dont know what to do other than lash out sometimes. They are 10 months away from their final exams and the pressure is being mounted on them in every aspect of their school lives.
Last week one of the students saw me making little origami stars. Its something I do when I’m feeling anxious to help me focus on something else. He asked if I could show him how to make them. He had been clenching his fists all lesson, which I’ve noticed is a tell that he is struggling to retain composure. I gave him a strip of paper and talked it through with him. Soon half of the class were asking me to show them. They all picked it up really quickly.
After about five minutes and about 8 stars later, the student sat back down and was in a much calmer and motivated mood for the rest of the lesson. Our next lesson I placed a box of paper strips on my desk and when I saw anyone getting worked up about their work I silently placed a strip in front of them and let them get on with it. The lesson after I was amazed to see that students would go up to the box of their own accord, pick up a few strips and head back to their desks to continue working after calming down.
Yesterday I brought a large jar into the classroom and placed my anxiety stars in there. The boys put their strsss stars in there too. When they fill the jar I’m going to bring sweets into the lesson to celebrate them working hard and working through their problems in a positive manner. I know I’m not the teacher they deserve just yet but I feel like I’ve made a big breakthrough with them.
art therapy is important.
ask any high school student what they wanna do once they leave high school and watch them cry right in front of you
Ask any university student halfway through their degree and watch as they die inside.
Ask any university student a month away from finishing their degree what they are going to do after and watch them sit in a corner rocking back a forth…
Will probably have to interview my case study again to get some more information from him. I can make do for tonight I s’pose