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A sudden and favourable resolution of events in a story; a happy ending.
- Oxford Dictionary
You may or may not know this but I actually did the unimaginable. I passed the International Baccalaureate with sraight sixes (out of sevens)!
That's right, I got a six in the following subjects:
- Music (HL)
- Economics (HL)
- English (HL)
- Mahts (SL)
- Biology (SL)
- Dutch (SL)
I'm one of those people who fears the worst and has little to zero confidence in themselves. I held off signing up for university things in case I failed, that's how badly I thought my exams went. BUT HERE I AM! Somehow, it feels like a little happy ending..a little victory.
The sad thing is that nobody really cares about what you got..all they care about is whether you've passed. Of course that's great if you only just managed to scrape by but not so good if you want to tell the world about how proud you are of yourself.
But that's not the reason for this post.
I'm a little tired of my blog. I'm actually a little bit sick of it. So I've been working on a new one. One that will be published within the next few days. One that I like to call 'Eucatastrophes' as a little way of saying. If you work hard, you'll always have some form of a happy ending. So stay posted ;)
Do you ever just fall in love with a city? Not the people, not the special sights, just the city. It's Berlin as a whole, the hidden gems that I find very, very fascinating. Of course I brought my trusty camera and took a few shots but I must admit, I'm still trying to learn how to edit them properly (I tend to 'over-edit' most of my photos).
When looking back at my exams, I realise how unlucky I was with my schedule. I had ten exams in the first four days, two more after another 5 days and then I had an entire week before my very last exam. I'm still not sure about how they went, but I'm certain about the fact that I could not have studied any harder. By the end of the first 12 exams I was sick and tired of seeing, reading and memorising books and notes. So my mum suggested that we went to England for a week. I would be able to study there for as long as wanted but I would also have the opportunity to see my family (which I otherwise would not have seen again until Christmas). That was probably one of the best decisions I've made in a very long time, not only because I could see more of my family whilst studying but also because (if I would take a break) we could explore entirely new places... and so we did.
On the 1st of May I had my first IB exam, the last one took place on the 19th and two days later I had my graduation. Now, I wake up every morning at 9 o'clock, watch YouTube videos while eating my breakfast and spend the day hanging around in the sun, taking photos, meeting with friends and actually exercising. This is the good life.
Every year, when winter introduces itself again, I wake with hopeful thoughts. I shoot up expecting to see the earth covered in a sheet of white beauty. To feel the serenity and peacefulness that rushes down my back like a cold, cleansing shower. But every morning I'm dissappointed yet again. After a while it gets tiring to be disappointed over and over so I gave up. I gave up until last week, when the temperatures suddenly dropped into the negative values. It was sunday morning when I jumped out of bed only to find that my expectations were finally fulfilled, it had indeed snowed. It wasn't a lot, but it was there, and that is what I care most about.
It's that time of the year again, the very beginning. Everytime the new year creeps up, people start to get excited, they share pictures, write letters and lists, everything they want to improve. Since I posted my new years resolutions on here last year, I decided to do it again this year.. after all, I am a lover of tradition ;)
Wow, I just realised that my last post was published on the 29th of March. Sometimes time flies by so quick I just can't keep up with it. Anyway, since it's been such a long time I thought I might share some of my recent events.
Take the candles out of their metal tins and cut the wax around the wick in the middle (you'll want to use the wick for the shells). Place the wax into the pot and place it into a saucepan filled with water. Leave the water to boil until all the wax has melted. This slow process is easiest as the wax needs to be heated slowly (we wouldn't want it to catch fire). While the wax is melting, put the shells ready with the wick in the middle (the wax dries very very fast). When the wax has melted, pour it into the shells. Don't pour over the wick and remember to leave enough wick to remain uncovered.
Since I go to a UWC, cultural awareness holds a great significance, which is why everyone got together and celebrated one of the most fun festivals I've ever been part of: HOLI!
So, to all the people that don't know what Holi is, I'll try to explain it as well as I can.
Holi is a festival celebrated in Inda. There are many different reasons why it people still take part in it. It happens according to the Gregorian calender in the month of Phalgun on the full moon day.
The main reason why people believe Holi is celebrated, is because it marks the beginning of spring and the departure of the dark winter days. This is also why some people like to call it the Spring Festival.
Nevertheless, there are many different legends that are also immediately associated with Holi. The most famous legend is the one of demon king Hiranyakashyap who wanted everyone to worship him. However, his son called Prahlad became a devotee of Lord Vishnu. Hiranyakashyap wanted his son dead, he asked his sister Holika to walk into a blazing fire with Prahlad in her lap. Holika was immune to fire when entering it with someone else. The legend says that Prahlad was saved at the last minute by his father Hiranyakashyap. The evil Holika burned and died and good survived. Ever since, people light a bonfire called Holika on the evening before Holi to celebrate the victory of good winning over evil. They also celebrate the triumph of devotion to god. Children have another belief that there was another legend connected to it. The legend says that and ogress called Dhundhi used to big problems to the children in the kingdom of Prithu. On the day of Holi, the children managed to chase her away. Now, the children like to play pranks at this time.
Another legend is the celebration of the death of the evil Pootana. She tried to execute Lord Krishna's devil uncle's plan by feeding the lord poisonous milk. However, Krishna sucked Pootana's blood, killing her. Some believe that Pootana represents winter, and that her death marks the end of winter.
In South India, people worship Kaamadeva. She is the god of love and passion and eventually sacrificed herself. The legend states that Kaamadeva shot a love arrow to Lord Shiva to revoke his interest in the worldy affars in the interest of earth. This only made Lord Shiva angry because he was in deep meditation. He opened his third eye and sent Kaamadeva to ashes. When Kaamadeva's wife (Rati) requested Shiva to restore him back, which he was pleased to do.
Of course, I didn't just know all these legends off the top of my head, so if you feel like reading more: check out my source by clicking right here.
Why did I tell you all this you ask? Because Holi is so much fun I expect everyone to love it! When people collect the little bags filled with powder, everything turns colourful. There was a moment where I couldn't see anymore, all I could feel was powder hitting me from all sides. All I could hear, was laughter and screams filled with joy. Everyone forgot who they were, everyone was a friend and everyone was a target. Then the music started, the fantastic Indian music that went along with some killer Bollywood moves.
So get together, bombard each other with colours and celebrate the arrival of Spring! Can you believe it?! Time goes far too fast sometimes.
*Photo credits go to Tomy Altaheri and Tuva Bjerkestrand Eid
Hi, my name is Charlotte and welcome to my blog! I'm 17 years old, I love music, travel and photography. Next year I'll be moving into my own little room for university so life is just to about to get a little bit crazier.