Saturday, October 29, 2011

If I won the lottery...

http://au.pfinance.yahoo.com/money-manager/real-estate/article/-/10933593/1-billion-home-in-india-empty-because-of-superstition/

If I won the lottery, I would give most of the money away.

I know it's easy to say that, but I know I actually would. I realise right now how fortunate a life I already lead, if I were to receive a large amount of money, only a small amount of it would be needed to make my life more comfortable. So many people in this world are so disadvantaged, so many are living in poverty, and it just isn't right. Everyone should have access to clean water, food, healthcare, clothing and a roof over their heads. These are things I myself take for granted, and I'm sure many of you do too.

When I read the article in the link I've posted above, I was mortified. Not because of the fact that the family aren't even moving into this house, but about the fact that this house was even built. This is a husband and wife with three children. The same as my family. Out house contains 5 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, living room, dining room, kitchen, laundry, study and nice backyard. We are so fortunate to have what we have and live in this house. This family are going to be living in a house with 27 FLOORS. It is the most unnecessary thing I have ever seen.

India is a country currently struck down with poverty, and yet India's richest man spends his 27 billion fortune on himself and his family. Of course people are entitled to do whatever they want with their money, but I just can't move past how out of place and ridiculous this house is.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

The world is so unjust

Millions of people are dying in the world because they can't afford food, water, sanitation and healthcare.
Actors and actresses are being paid millions to star in movies, for our entertainment.

Seriously?

Friday, September 23, 2011

When I Was Younger

  • I thought I could see air
  • I wanted police office to guard my house so it wouldn't get robbed
  • I bought a huge lion, tiger and bear and surrounded them around my head everynight when I slept
  • I wanted to be a teacher when I grew up
  • I used to close my eyes and press down on them as hard as I could
  • I was scared of the dark
  • I couldn't sleep unless my door was wide open
  • I wanted 11 children
  • I would bang my head on the ground to get what I wanted

When I was younger I thought I could see air...enough said

Monday, September 19, 2011

Too busy to blog


This is the creative piece I've just finished. I'm too busy to write anything new for this blog!

“Liam, please try and talk to me. I’m not here to judge you I want to help you. I’ve reviewed your case and the evidence against you is pretty substantial, but some things just don’t add up. That’s why I’m here Liam, to try and find out what really happened that night. Please talk to me Liam.”

They sat in silence, as they had been doing for the previous 10 minutes. Louise had repeated these words more times than she would like to remember to children in the prison, but she felt Liam was different. She had been observing him for the last week since he entered Lakeview. He seemed unusually shy for a boy his age and very uncommunicative. Up until yesterday that is when she saw a completely different side of him. He became very distressed, both shouting and crying during lunchtime and was sent to lockdown for time out.

“Come on Liam, its okay, you’re just going to have some time to settle down by yourself,” said an orderly.

“My name isn’t Liam, its Jo!”

This remark had startled Louise, so much so that she made sure she was able to see him as soon as he was released from lockdown. Now she saw Liam again as a scared 16 year old boy. He shuffled uncomfortably in his hard plastic chair. Louise watched as he fiddled with the sleeves of his oversized orange jumpsuit. Liam breathed in slowly, closed his eyes, and tried to remember what happened that night. He shrugged his shoulders hopelessly.

“Liam, just say anything so I can get an idea of what’s going on. Whatever you’re thinking, whatever thought is going through your head, please just say it. I’m not a mind reader; I can’t do this part for you but I’m here to help.”

That seemed to get Liam’s attention. He looked up to Louise’s face, “Tired,” he thought, “She looks so tired and she’s trying to help me, so that I don’t have to go to adult prison, maybe I’ll try, for her, try and talk.”

“I’m sorry, I just don’t remember. It can’t have been me. I would never hurt Henry, he was my brother, I loved him. Please help me.”

“Finally” Louise thought.

“Ok Liam, tell me more, it doesn’t have to be relevant to the case, just anything about your life that you feel like saying.”

There began the turning point for Liam. He talked for over an hour about his Dad’s accidental death, his Mum crying every night, always with a glass of vodka in her hand. Having to look after Henry, feed him, bathe him, and take him to school. He told Louise how tired he was, how much he missed his Dad, how confused he got sometimes when couldn’t remember doing things that people had said he had done.

Louise stopped him there, got him a glass of water and told him he could go. Liam was Louise’s last appointment for the day, but she wanted to keep searching. She retrieved his school file and took a good proper look. The pieces were starting to fall into place for her. She reread a school incident report of Liam’s that happened just days before Henry’s death. It had been another violent altercation between Liam and a student, the third since Liam’s fathers’ passing. Louise phoned the school and asked to speak to the guidance counsellor Liam had been made to see.

“Hello, Fiona Adams speaking.”

“Hello, my name is Doctor Louise Parker and I’m working with Liam Edwards here at Lakeview Juvenile Detention Centre. It says here in his file that a week before his brother’s death, he was sent to see you after a violent altercation with a fellow student. Is that correct?”
“Yes, yes it is.”

“What can you tell me about Liam during this meeting?”

“Well, he was very different to our previous meetings. We had been discussing future career options, he really is a bright young man, well was. After his father died his grades fell. In our last session though he was so different, all he would say to me was that his name was Drew and that he hated his family. I thought he was just going through some sort of emotional phase, changing his name and all. He was suspended for a week and well, he hasn’t been back since.”

“Thankyou for your time Ms Adams, I’ll be sure to be in contact with you soon.”

Louise put down the phone; she stood feeling sad, but relieved. Sad, for the young, innocent boy who had witnessed and experienced far more than he should have at his age, but relieved that she now had an explanation for his behaviour. An explanation that could allow him to plead insanity, and receive the help that he deserves.

Louise cancelled all her morning appointments the next day and saw Liam as early as she could.

“Liam I’m going to get straight to the point. You did really well yesterday and from the information you provided to me, and a conversation with your school guidance counsellor, I suspect you are suffering what is called Dissociative Identity Disorder. Obviously I’m going to conduct a few tests to prove my suspicion, but if you are suffering from it, it will explain a great deal.”

The necessary tests were conducted and Liam completed them with full honesty.

“Liam, I know ordinarily this wouldn’t sound like good news but considering your circumstances I am very relieved to tell you that you are in fact suffering from Dissociative Identity Disorder. This means that you can plead insanity in court and we can get you the help that you need.”

Liam listened to the details of his condition, which explained the memory loss, change of personality and other things he had experienced. Although he didn’t fully understand what he was going through, he felt complete relief.

“I knew I couldn’t have done it.”



Context Statement
This fictional creative writing piece focuses on two main characters. Liam, a 16 year old boy being held in a juvenile detention centre for the murder of his younger brother Henry. Due to the severity of this crime, the court has to decide whether he should be tried as an adult or minor. If he were tried as an adult and found guilty, he could be sentenced to life in prison.

After reviewing his case, psychiatrist Louise Parker thinks he is innocent and there is an underlying reason to what happened. She discovers he is suffering from Dissociative Identity Disorder, which can only be acquired from experiencing a trauma. This disorder involves having at least two alter egos and switching between them.

The trauma that Liam suffered was the tragic drowning of his father, who swam in dangerous water to save Liam’s younger brother Henry. Lifeguards rescued Henry but his father didn’t survive.
Liam’s alter ego Drew is angry and blames Henry for his father’s death. It is Drew who murders Henry; Liam had no control over what his body was doing. Liam’s other alter ego Jo is emotionally unstable and suicidal. The signs were there but his mother is grieving severely and has turned to drinking. She doesn’t see how erratic his behaviour has become. Liam couldn’t understand either as this disorder causes memory loss and confusion.

Liam himself is a quiet, bright boy who is grieving the loss of his father. Louise finds the explanation and is able to get him help.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Just Breathe

I’m sitting in the library today, with no intention of doing any of the ever-growing homework waiting for me in my locker. Instead, I’m breathing. Literally, all I was doing before I started writing this was sit in this very comfortable library chair, and breathe. There were some thoughts going around, but I wasn’t paying much attention to them.

This year I started year 11 with a very positive view towards my education. Being at a private school, I constantly feel the expectations of my parents, teachers and myself to do well. The pressure I have been putting on myself all year has been enormous, and at times, impractical. I would write obsessive lists and follow them compulsively until they were complete. I put my schoolwork ahead of both my health and social life.

I saw good results, which motivated me to keep aiming high and achieve good results. It got to the point though, that anywhere below a straight A wasn’t good enough for me. Getting an A- would upset me and I would be left feeling humiliated and angry with myself. Humiliated at myself? Yes, I embarrassed myself. I felt like a fool for trying so hard and getting below an A.

In July I had midterm exams, which I survived, it was however afterwards when we got our results back, when I did not. I was not in the slightest happy with the majority of my results. I went home early and cried myself to sleep. After that, I didn’t do schoolwork or study for two weeks. I would literally just sit in class silently, hoping a teacher wouldn’t call on me to answer a question. Anger welling up inside me, feelings of dumbness and worthlessness cascading my body.

With the help and guidance of my peers, I slowly began to pick myself up and start working again. I’ve ripped up all my obsessive lists, starting being more social and have relaxed a bit about my schoolwork. I admit, I do still spend a lot of time on assignments making sure that everything is correct, but all my schoolwork doesn’t overwhelm me anymore.

I have learnt through experiencing this year how much pressure I, like many others put on themselves to be the best. I don’t believe that becoming ‘perfect’ is a realistic goal, and yet it was something I continually strived towards, and would get upset over when I couldn’t achieve it. I have benefited though from making these lists, as I am now a more organized person who manages her time well. This is why I’m sitting on this chair, breathing, I’m giving my brain a break. I think everyone; especially busy people like me need some ‘me’ time in their lives. Getting a B isn’t the end of the world!

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The Security of Hobart

“Now I know Nikki, that you are a very social and sporty person, I’ve seen you go for walks around Sandy Bay after school and hang out with your friends. If you were to go to South Africa on this exchange, you know you wouldn’t be able to do that? The girls your age in South Africa don’t have the same freedom as you. It’s a very dangerous country. Do you think you would be able to cope?”

“No.”

During this interview I realised how safe and secure I really am. I live in Sandy Bay, Hobart. If I showed you pictures, I’m sure you would agree with me how beautiful it is here and how lucky I am to live here. Everything I need is either a five minute walk away, or a 10 minute bus ride away. My school is situated at the top of my hill, which is very convenient as I’m not an early riser! I am also lucky to have been given the trust and independence from my parents to do things at a young age. I started going to town by myself at twelve and catching buses by myself at thirteen.

I haven’t always felt so lucky though. Every time we would travel to the Gold Coast, Melbourne or Sydney, I would feel immense jealously. “They have everything!” Would be my immediate thought after spending a day shopping in Melbourne, or a day at a theme park in Brisbane. I’ve always wanted to move to Melbourne, for the opportunity to study and work somewhere away from Tasmania. I no longer want to though. If I were twelve and living in Melbourne, my parents would never have let me shop by myself, let alone catch public transport! I now appreciate Hobart and Tasmania for the freedom it has given me and the beauty that I see every day. I also see Hobart changing, our shops are getting bigger and more modern, and more mainland businesses are opening places here. We are very behind the big cities, but we’re getting there.

I didn’t end up getting the exchange, but it didn’t matter. It would have been an amazing trip, but three months away from my family and friends, and not being able to do anything after school would have been too hard for me at 15. My friend ended up getting it and she had a wonderful time.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

What Makes me Happy

Simple things make me happy. I have so many material possessions, that I buy thinking that owning such things will make me happy. Some of the things that make me happy are these:
  • My family - the fact that we have created and continue to create legendary memories of fun and laughter. We have so many favourite movies and music that. I take spending time with my family for granted.
  • My friends - same as above really. I love going to school and being with my friends
  • Music
  • Parks
  • Beaches
  • The Sun
  • Good food
  • Writing
I'm currently sitting in my room right now and I've had a wonderful day. I've spent time with both my family and friends. I went to a birthday party at the park and acted like a little kid again on the play equipment. I just ate a very yummy dinner that dad made me. Now I'm writing and listening to good music.

I don't need all the material possessions that I own. None of them make me feel as satisfied as I do now.

I wish everyday was like today. Simplistic but beautiful.