Doctor who is a British television show about a person who comes from the planet Gallifrey. It started in the 1963 and is still running to this day. I love the new series. The Doctor is the main character and can do something called regenerating. I love this as it means that the show can go on forever because if an actor doesn’t want to be on the show anymore they can just be replaced. The current doctor is the first woman to be the doctor. I know a lot of people think that the doctor should always be a man and I know this is kind of sexist but I first kind of thought that too. As I watched the new episodes of s11 I began to love her. 

 

My favourite doctor is David Tennant. I have liked doctor who since I was around 9 Year’s old. 

                   

And don’t forget those flirty selfies! Oh god the cringe XD 

Another thing I don’t get is short skirts or short shorts. Like, I just wanna eat my lunch in peace and not see girls showing off their pants. Rolling up? Just get a smaller skirt, or a baby one. You can get them for like 2 quid at Tesco. But I can understand why you want a shorter skirt, maybe it’s too long or it’s a fashion idea. But... why?😅

WEIRD FASHION RUNWAY THINGS. I don’t even know what the fashion industry is thinking anymore! I’ll show you a few images and I think you’ll get the idea

Like boi, what is this? It looks like my Grandmas vase

When you love nature and you love it so much you want to wear it

When you are a secret agent but have nothing to wear but this

This looks um.... nice... HEY IS THAT THAT THING FROM JURASSIC WORLD???

(Jurassic world 4 :The fashion remake)

Ahh yes. The ‘I just got out of the dry cleaners’ look. And a sock for an accessory. 

“I am one with the plants”

Oh god. Now I sound like your Grandmother.

Well see ya,

Bye!

I was a curious child. Wanted the best for everyone. Known how some people have problems in daily life. Wanted to solve the problems all around the world. But one day that happened to me and my amazing beautiful life changed into a dark and mysterious story. And this is how it goes

It wasn’t an easy life My mum and dad split up but I could cope with my mum for a while. She was amazing, she helped me with my homework, helped me stand up to bullies, taught me how to swim, we went for walks, she bought me a dog and so many other things, but there was one problem?

I was in the park on the swings, swinging back and fourth, waiting for my mum to come and pick me up from school, I thought to myself “ what if she forgot about me. I saw happy children pass by with the mothers and fathers talking about amazing things, when my mother came over ( finally), she knelt down and spoke in a calm voice

” I am so sorry I’m late but I have got some good news...” I was waiting hearing her brain shouting for help. “Well.... I am pregnant.” 

“What, what about dad”

So that was the end of my life, well that is what I thought anyway.

We arrived back at home. I was still thinking of what happened at the park. I thought I was going to be sick. I didn’t know what to do so, I crossed my fingers and hoped for the best. Hoped that the baby would just disappear. I know how this would be now. Mum looking after the baby not thinking about me. I new then my life was going to end.

Next month on the 20 th of may my baby brother was born and I can’t believe I still remember this but I did. When I looked at his eyes there was some kind of goodness inside him so maybe I could get along with him in the end but I still had this feeling that mum would not think about me. 

I went home to see mum feeding the baby. She was singing a lullaby to him. I opened the door and asked my mum “ what’s his name going to be.” 

Mum answered “ Jake. Now go up to your room”

I knew it all along she would forget about me. I cried as I went up the stairs. I couldn’t stop so I had to do something had to end my life. I stepped on my window ledge and said to myself, “ 1,2,3 and” I fell deep deep into a hole where no one could imagine going.

From Amelia rushen This is a true story about my best friend. She had depression and she couldn’t cope so she ended her life but I know now that she feels better and in a safe place.

 

When it came to my first day on the farm I was really excited but a bit nervous as well because I wanted to make a good impression of my self and I also didn’t want to ruin my dads reputation because he has a very good reputation and is very high up in the industry so I had to make sure that I didn’t destroy that as well. I wouldn’t be risked with anything as important as that if my dad didn’t believe that I would do well. 

I went in to the parlour on my first day and I noticed that it was not a modern parlour and I could tell that from my experience with different parlours, then I instantly knew that they would be very traditional farmers which I was very happy about because I would be doing lots of stuff physically rather than with machinery so I would be able to learn a lot more and gain lots of experience! I got told to go into the collecting yard (where all the cows go for milking) and I got told to do the scraping up, so I did as I was told and I went in to the collecting yard and got a scraper and I got told to scrap it into the slats in the floor because they lead to a pump that can pump it directly to the slurry pit (where the poo is stored for spreading). I really liked that feature because it will keeps the farm really clean instead of scraping slurry around the farm and getting everywhere!

After scraping up I went in for my breakfast and when I went in the house I saw all the rewards they had got from Holstein UK (a farming organisation) and Genus (artificial insemination company) and they were spectacular! We were all having a conversation about machinery because as the farmers on this farm are very traditional, they don’t fully understand modern machinery and we all found it very interesting because I would explain about the modern equipment and then I would be told how they farmed when they were younger.

When breakfast time had ended I went to the herdsman to move the electric fence back. He told me that there are two grazing methods: pastures and strip grazing and we were using strip grazing and that works because everyday we would move the electric fence back 12 feet so the cows could get long grass. After we moved the fence and turned it on, we walked to the field with the cows to go and get them to the field.

Now that the cows were grazing the heifers (young cows) had to be fed their blend (mixed feeds) and straw, we fed the heifers and then we fed the dry cows (cows that have stopped milking ready to have their calf) they get fed a very similar blend to the heifers. Once the animals had been fed we had to do the bedding up which requires clean straw to be spread around the indoor pens. First I had to bed up the calves (baby cows) and then the beef, steers (young bulls) and bullocks (castrated steers).

Before and after lunch we had to do some other jobs and then it was break time at 3o’clock and then we had to get the cows in for milking. I didn’t need to be shown how to milk because I had already done it a few times before. If you aren’t a farmer then the chances that you think milking is still done by hand are very high but it is not, it is done with machinery but I will explain about farming equipment in another blog. In some circumstances such as ill cows or some newly calved cows would have to be milked by hand but it is not the milk you drink!

Thank you for reading my blog and I hope you read my next one!

Charlotte ❤️

THIS DOES NOT MEAN WOMAN ARE SUPERIOR IT MEANS WE WANT EQUALITY... sorry. Its just now in 2018 nearly 2019 Feminism is seen has Woman who think they are more superior than men. I call these people Femi-Nazi because Nazi believed they are the superior race sound familiar. So please stop hating on Feminism and Feminists they just want equality, the crazy people aren’t feminism they are crazy people

Few things:

A few things about me:

My birthday is on 25.12.04

I absolutely love football

I play for Gresley fc Academy

I love learning History

I love the Harry Potter series

my favourite doctor is Matt Smith
My best mate is Zainulabideen 
I support Liverpool fc
سلام نام من امین الله حبیبی است و منافع اصلی من فوتبال، تاریخ، لیورپول، هری پاتر و دکتر کیست.

چند چیز در مورد من:

من روز تولد من را با عیسی (اسحاق)

من کاملا عاشق فوتبال هستم

من برای آکادمی Gresley fc بازی میکنم

من عاشق یادگیری تاریخ است

من سری هری پاتر را دوست دارم

دکتر مورد علاقه من مت اسمیت است

Now, here’s the thing: you wouldn’t find that so daunting if you actually read in your own time. One of the main reasons that students do not like to read, especially things like Dickens or Shakespeare, is because they are worried about not being able to pronounce the words. Not only will reading more help you pronounce those words, it will also help you to understand them! Reading helps to both extend and develop your vocabulary.

Trust me, I am not asking you to sit and read ‘Oliver Twist’ in your own time. On the contrary – I just want you to find a book that you enjoy and relish reading it! 

Sadly, I am aware that there is a culture where students feel they can’t read during times such as form time and lunch as they are concerned about being criticised by their friends. This is why I named this blog ‘What are you reading for?’, as it emphasises how some students criticise others for doing something they enjoy. What you need to remember is that if you enjoy reading, there is always somewhere to go. Make the most of the clubs on both Dove and Trent and keep on reading! 

The point of view from the antagonist 

Maybe. Just maybe. If I could only reach out to someone about this problem... this stupid... obsession.

Wow, how does a drama start? Like that I bet, huh? Let’s tell you a little about me...

I have no name, and I’m severely depressed. My parents never believed me. Now I don’t think I can be fixed, because the only thing that can fill my head are the darkest thoughts you could ever think of... things... voices... they tell me to...to... to kill.

Both myself and others. Everyone who ever did me wrong, even the smallest movements can trigger them. At first, I didn’t notice it. They where only whispers, appearing when I was alone, in the shadows. Though, now, there more like screams, dominating every thought that slips through the cracks. 

I’m Broken. The only thing to do to my brain is... destroy it. So they can recreate it.

Someday, I’ll rid myself of the imperfections that I hold. And that day, the world will see, all of the sins and misdeeds they all committed, will circle back at them! Like... karma. Good luck turned evil! This will be the greatest mental break the world will ever experience. It will be an Apocalypse!

It’s been 5 years since the bomb went off. My mother still thinks it’s my fault! You see, I was sent in to defuse it... I didn’t get there in time. Half the world... derelict, destroyed. Only a hand full of humans survived, and all of those who did have a mutation. Whether you could see it or not... mine is that... I don’t have any shins. Or feet. I just have thigh and then prosthetic, though it’s not that bad, I mean, I could have two heads. Or no skin. Or even tentacles instead of arms. In comparison to other people, I got lucky!

 

I guess I should do what everybody else has done, give a short synopsis of who I am; obviously it’s not going to be true. I’m not going to tell people that I live in number six, St. Mary’s Drive, Staffordshire, England - that would be silly). I am 3962 and a half years old at the time of writing this and my favourite colour is apartment sky-rise. I was born to lobster and a kitchen counter in 3876 AD (I did warn you). My favourite food is blood soup (sorry to those of you who have Haemophobia) and I am a random guy who submits to our robot overlords, because artificial intelligence has taken over. #Don’t zap us with your laser rays of death #Surviving. Well that was all a pointless waste of time and creativity. I was planning to do a nice segway in the into the next topic, but seeing as I’ve decided to change what I was going to write about in the next paragraph, and I can’t be bothered to come up with something different, I’m not. 

 

Some of my favourite topics include Philosophy [particularly looking at determinism, what is moral and ethical (yes I understand they’re different things, I meant separately), and religion], Ontology (yes another outlet of Philosophy, get over it), Mythology, Music, books and coding. I realise that others have focused on one topic in particular - and I was going to do similar, until I thought: what should I focus on? I could continue to look at the worth we give tings, or at schools of philosophical thought. I could talk about music, I play three musical instruments. Or I could tell stories. There is too much choice that I just cannot decide. I don’t want this to be unproductive but... 

 

In this world we live in, there is so many things crowing for our attention. Fighting for domination over our attention. Should I try to become the worlds best Tetris player or get to grade eight on eight instruments. People say you can be anything you want to be, but they don’t tell you you can’t be everything. 

 

I understand at this point I’ve made it so that I can’t end this neatly and the ending’s probably going to be very anticlimactic.

Hi there! I am Isabel Mae, up till now you haven’t heard from me. Anyway I had no idea what I wanted to put in this blog. I had ideas but no real inspiration. The we were given this task over the holidays. So here I go. 

So over this holiday my aunt, uncle, mum, dad and me went to seefeld

Austria for a skiing trip, like we did in 2016. Except this time I can actually ski, not kinda awkwardly slide in a pizza like shape. Unfortunately I did get round to snowboarding, my skills are severely lacking there as well truthfully. It started if rather badly in all honesty. We had rented a apartment, as is normal when we go on holiday, except this time we were meant to arrive at 5pm. Long story short, delays, air traffic, all in all we arrived at 6:25pm. So not really all that late. No problem. Except the key holder has made her hours in which you can get the key 10am-6pm. No exemptions, at all. So night one was spent on a bar benches. Which were surprisingly comfortable. Anyway next day we got our skis. My mum, dad and uncle all got Nordic skis (crosscountry skis, a type of skiing I have tried but cannot understand the pleasure in) and I myself got down hill skis. My aunt did not get any snow gear. I decided I wanted to go down the learners slope to get the feel again. It was going quite well. Nearly took at a line of ski school 7 year olds. Then I went again, bad idea. I had gotten half way down when this beginner lost control and swerved in front of me. I turned fell, not having gloves on, I scraped up my hand. I got back up and went to the bottom of the slope, nearly took out a toddler spinning in circles on a sledge, and stopped. I couldn’t bend my thumb, but it was fine, so I but my gloves on and continued on for another hour or so. We went back to the apartment and got changed.  We went out and ate gröstl then went to bed.