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Ahhh I got a conditional offer for Abertay University to study Computing! I just need to get another two Bs this year and I will have a place! After completing the horrors of UCAS, I sent away my application, only to have it returned.. twice. The system sucks when it’s not used efficiently and correctly. I wasn’t sure if I’d made the deadline, but I sent it away over a month ago, and I still see people sending theirs away now.

But I guess I’m almost committed to studying computers, their workings, their ins and outs and generally interesting stuff (and boring database stuff too) for four years. I really hope there’s a job at the end of it..

Oh well, I shant moan about it, but rather look forward to it and be grateful that I have received an offer to the university that I actually want to go to!

Today, no matter who or where you are in the world should be a day of peace and reflection. I am going to be serious in this post, because I want to mirror the effect of war upon society.

It was on this day 93 years ago that the armistice was signed between Britain and Germany for the most part, to cease fighting. Rightfully enough, who would remember it in our lifetime? We young people are regarded as unwise, where the nature of such a great war is concerned. Even someone like me who has studied the First World War to an extent cannot possibly imagine how the soldiers must have felt. They fought for the greater good; peace of nations, freedom, equality and happiness. This patriotic sacrafice leads me to remember in my one-minute silence, their troubles, their lives, their personality, and everything that made them unique.

Seven days ago also marked the death day of one particular soldier; Wilfred Owen. He taught English before the War, and wrote poetry which I enjoy, during his time in the trenches. Notable works include Dulce et Decorum Est; The Sentry and Futility. They are all brilliant poems which opened my eyes to the war genre of writing. As he is one of my inspirations, I have also remembered his death today. He was so close to the end of the War.

And to that, the War itself. Let me just say this, because it’s true. Most things around you today are ramifications of the First World War. No, even the Second World War doesn’t come close to the terrific shock that people got from 1914 – 1918. The way I see it, people in the Second World War had some idea of what such a big war would be like thanks to the First. But there hadn’t been a great war like the First, for at least 100 years prior to it. The British government had expected it to be over by the nearest Christmas. However it was three and a half years.

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts. Have a think, have remembrance, have respect.

I am sure for those of you in Britain reading this, you will know that you have to apply to universities through Ucas. I suppose it makes things a bit easier, but it isn’t half a bitch to complete. And the personal statement being the most important thing besides your grades, having to constantly draft and draft better versions till it’s perfect for the institution of your choice to read.

I face two problems: the first one is that I haven’t done Higher Maths, and most universities Computer Science courses require, or strongly recommend it; and some of the universities require you to have done all your highers in one sitting. For the Englishmen, highers are the equivalent of an A-level, although a-levels are slightly harder methinks.

GRRR who said it was worth going to uni…. nah it is, im joking. Much better than flipping burgers for £5 an hour.

After quite an acceptable term, I am ready for my holidays. It could have been worse, but I failed an important Politics exam called a NAB. You won’t have a clue what I am on about unless you have sat Scottish Higher courses. It’s okay though because I get to resit.

I last posted about a month ago and just couldn’t think of anything else to post. But oh well.

I have tried to tell myself it’s worth getting up at 9am on the holidays rather than 12/1pm – but this morning didn’t listen to my advice. Just means I get less out of the holidays, but it’s such a bitch trying to get out of a warm bed at this time of the year.

That’s basically all I have to say, but I will be posting more in the holidays. Holidays are fun.

…as a subject at school.

I am doing Higher English this year. For those of you viewing from England, this is roughly A-Level English. Except here in Scotland we call it Higher level.

I scraped by last year with one part in particlar; Textual Analysis. For those of you who don’t have a bloody clue what I am on about, it is the nastiest method of torture in the entire variety of languages possible to learn. It involves looking at a text (possibly a short story, poetry etc) and answering questions on it. When you are doing this sort of stuff at Higher level, it is like trying to put your dick into a cheerie-o without breaking it.

Anyways. That is not the only reason. It’s generally just a boring subject, and I can already speak, write and read next-to-perfectly. Why must we prove that this is so!

I also thought that I could perhaps get off with doing Shakespeare my entire school life, however, in the last year, I have been given Othello as a start-of-term gift from my teacher. Othello is not my type of book. Some parts are funny, and hillariously insane.

And what’s even better, is that we have to write a long essay on it.

Well, basically, yeah. I do not like English as a subject in school.

Hello.

So I find myself up at 8am on the last day before I go back to school. This is not right! I don’t know what I was doing when I set my alarm for this time. I guess I just wanted to make the most of my last day without school.

I mean, I never get up at 8 when I’m not going to school! But somehow I managed it today? Oh well, I’m up now and have not got a clue what to do, I think I will watch Ratatouille – just simply because I love that film and I was watching some of it last night.

Oh and perhaps I will find some homework that I was supposed to do or something like that.

One final note; please forgive any spelling errors, because I was just sitting here drinking a cup of tea and I’m still not fully awake. And let’s face it, who can type fast when they’re half asleep? It’s like putting your dick in a cheerie-o without breaking it.

In 2005, I was 11 years old, and that is the year that Christopher Eccleston’s Doctor came on TV. Ever since then, I have loved Doctor Who, and indeed Torchwood as well. In fact, I would probably go as far as to say that I know 90% of everything about these two great British Sci-Fi shows.

I had been looking forward to Doctor Who – Series 6 – Part 1 for a while, and obviously Miracle Day as well. I think it would be good if they showed them both at the same time, as I think happened with Series 1 and 2 of Torchwood before.

Anyway, I must say, I think Miracle Day is looking good so far. Plot seems to be thickening, and we know there is someone else behind Phicorp now. I have started to devise a few theories in my mind as to who it might be. One of which is that it links back to Doctor Who Series 3, where David Tennant becomes human and Martha and he have to hide from The Family of Blood. This one isn’t actually mine, I read it elsewhere! It all seems to fit in nicely though; at the end of last week’s episode when the woman got crushed inside the car, the Phicorp radio said that the families would rise. Well, perhaps after the Doctor trapped the Family in certain places (namely Brother, who was put inside a scarecrow) around the universe, they began to see ways in which they could escape. Brother says that the Doctor suspended him in time and put him to work defending the fields of England.

But then… he says this, which interests me: “We wanted to live forever, so the Doctor made sure we did”

So, what if they somehow managed to harness the way in which the Doctor made them live forever, and “apply” it to the citizens of Earth? That would (partly, at least) explain how people can’t die.

I do have another theory, which as far as I am aware, is my own.

In Doctor Who Series 1, the two-part episode written by Steven Moffat (and one of my all-time favourite episodes), The Empty Child; The Doctor Dances. The reason that child couldn’t die, and the reason people were becoming like him was because of Nanogenes. What the Doctor said there, was that human DNA was being rewritten. Well, is that not what is happening in Miracle Day?! As if by coincidence, that is the episode where Captain Jack Harkness is introduced to Doctor Who first, which leads me even more to believe that it might actually be linked to this.

Not quite done yet! Even furthermore, is it not coincidence that Part 2 of Dr Who Series 6 is being advertised now, while Torchwood is still on? Steven Moffat is the lead writer of Doctor Who, and he also wrote those two episodes mentioned above from Series 1. If I were to take a guess, I’d say that Russel T Davies and Steven Moffat have teamed up to write one kickass story that involves both Torchwood and Doctor Who.

So yeah, I like Doctor Who…

As the pretty pathetic summer holidays – in terms of  weather – draw to a close, I find myself both wanting to go back to school, and not wanting to go back to school. It’s weird. I want to tell all my friends and teachers about my exam results, yet somehow I am still not ready to go back to the concentration camp.

Okay, maybe my school isn’t a concentration camp.

If I could perhaps go back for a week to tell everybody about my exam results and catch up with non-Facebook’d friends, then go on holidays for another few weeks then that would be awesome. But unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way. I will just have to grin and bear another year of school.

Hey there. I’m Lewis. This blog is basically about my everyday life. I already have two wordpress blogs, but none of them are really suitable for expressing myself, and posting random stuff. So whether it’s been a bad day at school, someone acting weird in the street or something else completely stupid, at least I know I can express my feelings on here, even if nobody even reads them!