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All we expect is a little respect

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They tell us that we’re lucky

For their ‘equality’ we should be grateful

Then they ask us why we’re hateful

When we’re catcalled on the street

 

‘Equal opportunities’ are bullshit

When female heroes are only for sex appeal

And they tell us that we’re getting a great deal

When our paycheques are so much smaller

 

There’s nothing cute about princesses

Weak and helpless, in need of a knight

If no-one teaches the young girls to fight

Then what the hell do you expect.

 

You complain about the ‘friend zone’

As if her body should be yours without question

And you have to write history with discretion

To hide that we were important too

 

Was I wrong to think that a basic human right

Was having control of your body?

But of course she is at fault isn’t she

For wearing a skirt that she liked

 

And when you say motherhood is a ‘duty’

Don’t expect us to fall to our knees

And do whatever we can to appease

Your repulsive misogynistic ideals

 

~ From Bea

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Sonnet #3

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An Ode for my One and Only ~

At first you are often passed by,
A tragedy for them, not for you.
For if they knew what they’d missed they’d cry
Because people like you are too few.

Each day I keep learning new little secrets,
These pieces of magic you wield,
Your words, your art, your impeccable wits,
Past your humour, your endless talents revealed.

You shine as brightly as the Sirius Star,
So brightly I can no longer see
How anyone could ever be on parr
With the wonders that reside within thee.

You’re a discovery I delight in making
And my heart, I believe, is yours for the taking.

~ From Bea

Sonnet #2

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A Ballad for my Beloved ~

Never before has the world been so gifted
Than with your heart, so endlessly giving
And the joy in your soul like pure gold sifted
Down to the essence of all that is living.

Not money nor love makes the world turn ’round
But, in the sincerity of your smile,
The reason for living is found
And angels learn their angelic style.

No words can portray your grace or beauty.
No artist’s brush can capture your eyes.
But to you every knight shall swear their fealty
For your charm and kindness, none can despise.

Your good heart has shown no limitations,
And my love for you seems to span constellations.

~ From Bea

Sonnet #1

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A Sonnet for my Symphonist ~

Songwriting you truly excel at,
But your talents are not there confined
It is the great strength of your friendship that,
At heart, proves the strength of your mind.

Your words, so artfully crafted to tune
Do mimic the song that my heart sings
And the world becomes brighter than the moon
When your fingers upon strings start dancing.

Your beauty, the cause of Helen’s envy,
Does strike me down with every glance
But when you’re away, and my heart is empty
My love, by you, I am kept in a trance.

I love you so deeply I could never leave,
Not ever, not you, my beloved Eve.

~ From Bea


•Baymax, Big Hero 6•

~ From Bea

And, oh, this too shall pass. This loneliness won’t last for long. ~ The Lumineers

Along the horizon, ships were dotted amongst the gentle rolling waves, their white sails like stitches holding the great blue fabrics of life together.

The girl thought about this, and laughed.

She had always found something so amusing in the little ironies that the world provided. How silly of her to think that it is life that encompasses this earth, when she knew how easy it was to slip away silently between the seams of life and yet remain here, a mute observer of the the frivolity of humanity.

Many years had fallen past her since she had last spoken to a living person but she had grown accustomed to that now and she found comfort in merely watching as the world rotated around her. So many people wandered right past her every day, never knowing the joy she took in listening to snippets of strangers’ lives and imagining the way she might have lived, if things had not ended differently so many years ago.

Her favourite people to watch were the couples newly fallen headfirst into the giddy rush of love. She knew what that felt like. She remembered the whispered secrets shared only in the distance between lover’s lips and the stolen kisses by the side of a beach. In a way, these were also the most painful scenes to endure.

On this particular evening, the stretch of golden sand that she inhabited was all but empty. A few families were left down by the water, but all seemingly getting ready to leave. The girl had just taken a stroll across the oceanfront and now returned to her sheltered outcropping of rock, relaxing back against it as she let the cool evening breeze wash over her, the sound of the crashing waves lulling her like a child into a restful state of near-sleep. She needed no blankets nor a bed to rest on for her sense of touch was so dulled that she hardly felt a thing anymore.

Just as she began to drift into the sea of unconsciousness, a loud barking woke her with a jolt. She sat up, her human reflexes still impossible to shake, and took in her surroundings quickly for signs of danger. To her delight, what she saw was not danger but a small bundle of energy bounding towards her in the shape of a dog.

She smiled.

She liked dogs. They were the only ones who ever passed the beach that had the ability to see her.

As it approached it slowed, sniffing at the air and wagging it’s tail. They were always dubious at first; she assumed it was because she smelled strange in comparison to living people. But when she fell to her knees in the universal dog language for ‘play’, it regained it’s joyous energy and leapt towards her. She stroked it’s head and the puppy rolled over for her, baring its belly in invitation.

Before she had a chance to fulfil it’s request, however, a whistle came from down the beach and the dog rebounded to it’s owners, loping away and leaving her once again alone. Not for the first time, she longed to stand up and greet the couple who owned the puppy, to interact with another human and be allowed to play with a dog for longer than a few moments. By now, she had become acquainted with these sudden urges, and knew well enough how to push it to the side to avoid the pain of lingering on it. However, this time in particular, she was struck by the remarkable similarities  between this couple and another she had known, so many years ago.

The two girls strolled down the beach hand in hand, their puppy happily bounding around their legs as it frolicked in it’s freedom. In the old, age-torn version of the image, the girls were restrained by their unwillingness to be seen too close and so walked at a distance from each other, never touching with more than their hands. In both worlds, the couple were so clearly delighted to be in each other’s company that they could not even attempt to keep the smiles off their faces, even if they ought to have done. And perhaps one version of these girls should have tried.

The overlaying images hit the girl with such strength that it blew the breath out of her (that is, if she can even be classed as breathing anymore) and she collapsed against the sand, gasping. Every emotion, every memory, every moment exploded through her heart in no more time than the space between the footfalls of the approaching couple. Tears filled her eyes and she could not rightfully say if they were of joy or of the deep terrible pain that split her soul in two. Perhaps it was both.

As she recovered from the shock of the unexpected reminder of days gone past, she began to look at the couple with new eyes. She saw not the ways things once were, but gladly exchanged that image for the way things now are. She rejoiced to see the couple so easily out in public, sharing their joy and love as any other couple would. As one girl leaned into the other, with laughter bright in her eyes, and kissed her on the cheek, the tears began to fall.

The girl revelled in the triumphant glory of the new world and dreamed that she and her dear, sweet, precious love might have been born in this age instead. Gone, she saw, were the days when young girls were beaten to death on the beach simply because they had fallen in love. Now perhaps the world could learn to love, and to accept love as it is.

With tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, the old young girl sighed and was released finally and completely into the peaceful nothingness that lies between the fabrics of this mortal life.
~ From Bea

3 Reasons the Exam System is Hideously Flawed

I’d like to start by acknowledging that this post is in no way my attempt to excuse myself from poor exam results. I have the great fortune to be quite academically capable. But that doesn’t stop the exam system from being a gruelling and unfair process. In this instance, by ‘unfair’ I mean that it is in no way representative of people’s real world abilities.
However, at this point in time I am unable to offer any shining solutions to the problem which leads me to wonder if there are any. Despite this, I still feel the need to point out the glaring holes in our education system in the hope that, having identified them, someone might begin to go about correcting them.

1) It is a memory test that we can’t complete

To almost every student who has ever sat an exam, this point is particularly poignant. That sickening feeling of “I’m sure I know this.” that comes when you sit staring blankly at an exam question with an answer just out of reach is one I’m sure all of us have felt at some point.

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And there is a reason for that. Scientifically speaking, your body responds to stress by producing the steroid hormone ‘cortisol’. This hormone confuses and disrupts the processes of the hippocampus, which is the part of the brain responsible for memory.

This makes it particularly difficult for students to perform well in exams because their memory recall is significantly hindered. When the exam is based solely off what facts you can remember, this poses a bit of a problem.

2) WE ARE ALL DIFFERENT  

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Famously, the saying goes, ‘If you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.’ and this is all too applicable to exams.

Throughout our entire education we have been told that we need to study in different ways because everybody learns differently. Surely, then, it stands to reason that if we learn in different ways, we ought to be tested in different ways?

Speaking from my experience only, I have friends who adore controlled assessments and despise exams, and those who think the complete opposite. Of course, there are courses out there that enable the student to get the same qualification in a less exam-based way, but for some reason these seem to have a less academically impressive stigma.

Why should people be ashamed to admit that exams are just not the way their brain works?

3) A stroke of (mis)fortune can determine your future 

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Recently, a friend of mine came out of an exam complaining that she had remembered an answer too late to finish the question and remarked on how ridiculous it was that 60 seconds difference could mean the difference between a pass and a fail that could affect her whole career.

I think that pretty much sums it up.

But another aspect of the GCSE courses that I’ve just completed that irks me is how the specifications are far too broad to be covered in an exam. This leaves it very much up to a stroke of luck whether the questions that come up in the exam are the ones you have covered in most detail.

Very frequently I have done two past papers on the same subject and found that very few of the questions in them overlap. That means that if you know half of the subject incredibly well (which is often a feat, especially with the amount of science there is to learn), there is a 50/50 chance that none of it will come up. If it does, great, A*, if it doesn’t, better luck next time. Except there is no next time.

Additionally, having just marked a past paper before writing this, I found multiple questions that I had answered correctly but because the question hadn’t specified exactly which way they wanted me to answer it, my answer didn’t match what the mark scheme required and I therefore lost out on many marks even though I understood it.

I find it ludicrous that your whole future can be determined by which specific questions you are asked in your exam.

Therefore, while I can’t say I have solutions to all these problems, I can say that the current exam system leaves much to be desired.
~ From Bea

Prologue

Four flatmates, all alike in dignity,

In fair Library, where we lay our scene,

From revision there breaks new mutiny,

Where upcoming exams make minds unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of such bored woes

A blog from these four friends now comes to life

Whose new adventure piteous o’erthrows

The dullness of exams and all their strife.

The exciting passage of their new love

Painfully prolonged by exams to come

Just grows in passion when push comes to shove

And holds an exciting, unknown outcome,

The which if you with patient eyes attend,

Shall, with blog posts, your toils strive to mend.

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