Irony (Pt. 1)

OK, so this is going to be a three-part post. (It’s gonna be quite long and so I have to split it up into three parts to make it seem a bit shorter). Let me just start with a bit of background.

I’ve really wanted to talk about my inspiration for a while. I’m not talking about celebrities and people who will never know, I’m talking about people who have impacted me uniquely in my life and whom I have never forgotten, nor will ever forget. I have several reasons for this (these) post(s): firstly, the fact that there are so many people who contribute or have contributed to my life and make me the person who I am. There is a saying, “It takes a village to raise a child.”, with which I wholeheartedly agree. Secondly, sometimes we don’t appreciate or say thank you to certain people, and I think I really need to; thirdly, because I am really upset I didn’t have a chance to stay in contact with some of these people, but they’ve helped me nonetheless.

I was going through some of my old school reports from Primary School (I even found one from my Year 2 class!) and it just reminded me of all the wonderful teachers I had throughout the years. I’m going to try and get through Years 2 through to 4, but I promise, there’s a lot to get through.

Now, I’m not sure if I’m allowed to put people’s names online and stuff, but I won’t be saying the names of schools or their first names, so that’s OK I’m sure? (I certainly hope so…) Anyway, enough of my chatter. Let us begin.

1. Year 2 – Mrs B

Mrs B hated me. I’m not even being funny, there was just something about me (I don’t know what!) that she didn’t like and she made my life at school an absolute misery. There’s so many memories I have of her… and NONE of them are good. LOL. So, we had these book levels right, which were like, colour-coded. I don’t remember many of the colours or the order, but all I remember was that brown was the highest level and she REFUSED to move me to brown. For what reason, I have no idea, because when we all did reading tests, I had the reading age of a 13-year-old in Year 2; there wasn’t really any valid reason for her to not move me up. But for whatever reason, she refused to. She also told my mother in several meetings that I was too self-confident and what she practically said was that I’d never amount to much.

I also remember one time, that we had a “Teddy-Bear Picnic” (we had to sing the song, I remember it so vividly that I still know the song) and we got to bring in our teddy bears. Me and my two friends (that was an issue, I was finding it difficult to make friends at school) were throwing our teddies across the circle at each other, and of course, we were children, we thought it was hilarious and lots of fun. But Mrs B decided that we were being rebellious, and so she took me and one of my friends to her office and gave us both letters to take home to our parents about our ‘bad behaviour’. (I’m also going to take this moment to call her a racist, because there were THREE of us throwing teddy bears, but only the two black children got taken to her office… and my other friend had started it as well!) Needless to say, we were terrified about what our parents might say and so… we attempted to flush our letters down the toilet.

It didn’t work out too well because I didn’t take the letter out of the plastic wallet.

You’re probably wondering why I’m mentioning her and all these not-very-nice moments after I’ve just done some long spiel about ‘inspiration’. Well, ironically, she was the person who helped to set everything else in motion. If it wasn’t for her being horrible to me, I may never have moved to my second Primary School and met all the amazing teachers that I did and had all the opportunities that I did.

So yes, this is very ironic, but I want to say a huge “Thank You” to Mrs B wherever you are, because without your disbelief and discouragement, I may never have had the opportunity to meet the wonderful people I did and be encouraged by people who actually believed in me. Thank you for pushing me away from you and towards a brighter future.


2. Year 3 – Mrs P

I really hate to quote Mean Girls, but Mrs P was a pusher. (And a good one, not the Burn Book version of one). She pushed and she pushed and she pushed. She refused to give me my pen license until my writing was immaculate, she made me do harder work, more work, set me more challenges and tasks. I can’t say that I very much appreciated any of that then, but I definitely do now.

Apparently, I was supposed to be moved up a year, but she told my mother in a meeting that she didn’t think I needed to be, that all my mum needed to do was stretch me and push me and get me to do more. My mum took her advice. I was always reading. All the time. My mum bought books, she took me to the library, she bought books and took me to the library. Whenever we did a project at school (I remember doing a project about Hippos) I knew that Mrs P expected the best from me, so I worked very hard. She was like the grandmother figure who you don’t want to disappoint. And I loved her, she was great and she really encouraged me to do everything and anything. She helped me to believe in myself again.

So, thank you very much Mrs P, wherever you are. You came in at a time where I thought I could do nothing, where Mrs B had destroyed any amount of belief I had in myself, and you built it back up. I wish that I could have stayed in contact with you, and I wish that I could tell you to your face how much you did for me, because I really appreciate it.


3. Year 4 – Miss C

This one isn’t so much about her inspiration, but what she got me interested in. In Year 4 History we were learning about the Tudors. Now, at first I thought that the Tudors were really boring, because we had to do a project about Tudor Life in England, which kind of just meant finding out about some monarchs and stuff. But of course, always being the extra one, I didn’t want to do a mediocre project. I wanted to do something that nobody else had thought of. I went home and spoke to my mum and she suggested that I find out about Tudor medicines and treatments, and I thought that would be very interesting. So I did all my research, read lots of Horrible Histories books (YES, they are the best, don’t hate) and came up with one of the best projects possible. Now, I know that obviously she didn’t choose the curriculum, but many other classes did different projects, not about research, some just came in dressed up as Tudors. (I wish I had the chance to do that, but still…)

At any rate, now, I am OBSESSED with the Tudors. Ask anyone who I know or speak to regularly. The Tudors fascinate me, they’re so interesting and I could probably tell you all about them, their lineage, the Kings and Queens, court gossip, everything. I’ve read every single one of Philippa Gregory’s series “The Cousin’s War”, and other notable authors like Alison Weir, Emily Purdy and Laura Andersen.

So, this is Thank you to Miss C. You might just have thought you were assigning a project, but really you were assigning a lifestyle. I love the Tudors now, and I love Medieval fiction, and that’s all thanks you to Miss. Wherever you are, I want you to know that I’m very grateful.


So. That was pretty long. (Sorry about that, and I still have WAY more to get through). Obviously though, it’s not finished just yet, so I won’t say goodbye, but I will say, UNTIL LATER…

Queen Rianna

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