a note to student (employees)

listen to this while you read this:

 

Hi, fellow student.

I know, depending on your hemisphere, you’ve just started the new school year, or that you’re trying to crawl through the last three months of the university term. I know you’re busy, and I know you’re tired. I work a lot too – both in and out of school. My desk looks like that of the normal college student: messy, covered in loose sheets of paper and sticky notes and matches and medication. Under my ridiculously expensive textbooks, I have other textbooks, from 5th up until 12th grade. I’m a tutor, and I am a red-pen-stained-worksheet-making mess.

I work an easy 10 hours a week. Officially. Ten hours doesn’t seem like a lot, and it isn’t really. It’s doable. If I only worked those 10 hours, I’d be okay, but tutoring, like almost every other job, demands that it must eat into any and all time I thought I could mark as free time. I’m sure you can empathise. I know some of you work up to 25 hours a week, and I know that I can never feel the tired you feel, but I can feel proud of you – and I do.

I don’t think anyone’s better than anyone, but I do think that students who work while they study are extremely resilient. Yes, that’s most of us, but most of us are resilient. I think that the six hours you put in on a Saturday because you’re helping your parents pay your tuition, or because you’re paying your tuition yourself, or because you’re saving for a trip or a car, or because you just want some money, are six hours of phenomenal work. I think that you’re brave and powerful and strong. I think that you’re doing a great job.

Regardless of whether you work or not, drink a tall glass of water. Take three deep breaths, and remember that you’re doing okay. Don’t let the university monster eat you alive. I’m proud of you, and you’re doing great.

This is your reminder.

love and light,
shalom xo

there are so many things a new year can possibly bring.

that being said, a new minute can also bring hope; a new day inspiration, a new week depression. new years are supposed to bring joy, prosperity, and excitedness.

friends, i am excited.

there is so much of this world, so much in it, too. this year, i’ll be throwing so much out into the world. at least 40 pages of applications to universities (11 so far) will go out across the world – to the uk, the usa, and south africa. everything that you write your name on is a piece of you, you know.

i’m going to be in my final year of high school. well, i am. i am in my final year and i’m going to have to work harder than i ever have before. i’m going to do a lot of head shaking and nay saying. i’m going to have to look out for myself.

on that note, without further ado:

shalom’s points for 2015, vol. one

+ drink more water. just do it.
+ laugh genuinely.
+ work for yourself.
+ remember that the world is still yours.

+ slow down.
+meditate.
+run. just run and when you’re tired, come home. but run if you need to run.
+ be self sufficient.
+ save R1000. without any help.
+keep lib balm on call.
+light candles whenever.
+remember to put on lotion!
+take care of your hair.
+do your  maths homework.
+ask for help.
+ take your medication when you need to.
+talk to people before you get bad again.
+talk to people because they’re lovely.
+  do your part to make your dreams reality.
+remain hopeful.
+wear more arm candy.
+stop apologising for your existence and preferences.
+be lovely and kind.
+

thank you for a beautiful blogging year of 2014. i can’t wait to see what this year brings, and i’m sending lots of nice things your way. *super brain transfer*

So speak of all the love we lost, and what it cost us,
Left us beg our breath to stop but we kept on and
We were strong. We stayed bright as lightning,
we sang loud as thunder, we moved ever forward.
We are not our failures. We are love.

The Castle Builders, La Dispute

love and light,
shalom

An Open Letter To You All

Dear friends,

Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. Granted, most of it is hungry 2AM thinking that shouldn’t count, but it’s thinking, so it does. I’m on vacation (what’s the difference between holiday and vacation?)! I have 36 (including weekends) days left, and after a really long time of doing nothing, (read: browsing the internet and lying on the ground) I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t like having nothing to do.

But Shalom, you say, you DO have things to do! What about that YouTube channel of yours that you so excitedly started over here? Ah, well, here’s the first part of this letter:

PART ONE: BEING A YOUTUBER IS HARD WHEN YOU DON’T OWN A CAMERA

I feel like the title is self explanatory. I shall be uploading and apologising again tomorrow, and I’m sorry if anyone was (is?) actually waiting in anticipation to see it. I hope it’s satisfactory. This is not how I wanted this blog post to go so I’m stopping part one.

PART TWO: WE NEED TO LIVE MORE

Partof my nothingness time hasbeen spent on Ella Grace Denton’s blog, We Need To Live MoreNote: I feel really strange about calling her Ella in this post, but I’m going to do it anyway. Cringe. Ella is twenty years old and extremely insightful and fantastic. I feel like a school teacher writing comments on a frightened child’s report card. Cringe again. Cringes aside, I’ve spent a lot of time on WNTLM and I’ve come to the agree with her. We really do need to live more. Yes, another teenage girl is being a cliche and writing about happiness and experiences and such. Come to think of it, it’s really difficult to NOT be a cliche. You do what you’re expected to? Cliche. You do something overdone? Cliche. You do something completely different? Oh, look! Other people want to try it out because it seems positive! You’re a cliche.

Less about cliches and more about Ella, she gives all sorts of tips and advice and recipes and all in all, cool things to possibly make your life more awesome if you try them. I advise you all to give it a look, and do something different today or tomorrow (today, because tomorrow never comes). Thus ends part two!

Kidding. You can follow Ella on twitter and instagramNow it’s done.

PART THREE: I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO CALL THIS PART

You’re a cool person. And life can be so crap and awful and I’m so sorry because it’s really important to note that regardless of anything you have EVER done, you never deserve to feel like you are unimportant, unloved, or unworthy. Mistakes get made, and some people never get that. But you know what? At the end – or whatever time suits you- of the day, you’ve got to tell the haters to back the hell off. Why? Because you’re fricken’ magical and anybody who tries to hurt you sucks. They suck more than I suck at combing my hair. THAT’S A LOT OF SUCK.

I think that so many people forget how much life there is in them when the life around them gets shitty. That’s not very beautifully phrased, but I can’t think of a better way to say it at 11:42 PM. Look, what I meant to say through this letter is that you should believe in your magic. God damn, I believe in your magic. I believe in my magic. This is rare, because for me, believing in myself is a hard thing. I have 35-ish days before I head into my final year of high school, and I’m going to try my darndest to believe in and act on my magic. The magic is real, people. The magic is your dream of going to the sea by yourself, your first mirror selfie, the second CD that you bought and the feeling that you get when you scream. That’s magic.

Believe in yourself and have a time while there is time.

With Magic,

Scoot X

Scoot On ~ THE FAULT IN OUR {insert here}

I HAVE INSPIRATION FROM SOMEWHERE SO DON’T SLOW ME DOWN

Okay? Okay.

THE FAULT IN OUR MOTHER TRUCKING STARS

I don’t know if it’s a crisis that (a) I can’t say/think/read/see ‘okay’ without getting emotional, (b) I had a dream that John Green and the Yeti (his wife) and Henry (their son) were my godparents, and (c) #TFIOS COMES OUT ON FRIDAY IN SOUTH AFRICA AND I HAVE A HISTORY EXAM AND AN AFRIKAANS EXAM (!!!!!??!?!??!????)

It did just occur to me that I could possibly just go see the movie after my exam and be broke, and I’m fairly more relaxed now.

THE FAULT IN OUR MOTHER TRUCKING EXAMS

Exams! My mid year exams only(ha, only) begin on Friday June 13th (READ ABOVE IF YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND THIS SIGNIFICANCE) but the panic has not truly set in yet, possibly because the studying has not truly (read “at all”) begun. I’m feeling strange about these exams, and I can only imagine the severity of the panic attacks that will come from them, but I have been in a “COME AT ME BRO” kind of mood for the past four hours, which has also been rather severe. I feel like that sentence made no sense.

THE FAULT IN OUR ENERGY SAVING TENDENCIES

At my house, we’ve switched over to prepaid electricity, where you buy electrical units and then only use what you have, rather than using and using and getting a bill at the end of the month. Sounds great, and it is, except in regular houses, all heat producing devices including the geyser don’t get turned off when the temperature drops to 3°C. Or maybe they do, I don’t really know anything about regular homes because most people don’t live in a five-child family.

THE FAULT IN OUR MOTIVATIONAL VIDEOS

If you are looking for a video to help you stop procrastinating: DO NOT WATCH ONE

If you are looking for motivation to study: DO NOT WATCH ONE

If you are looking for motivation to better yourself: DO NOT WATCH ONE!!!!

ALL THESE VIDEOS DO IS HELP YOU WASTE TIME WHEN YOU COULD BE STUDYING OR WORKING OUT OR PAINTING OR BAKING OR BETTERING YOURSELF

THE FAULT IN THE FAULT IN OUR STARS

n o n e

THE FAULT IN THESE PICTURES

I got them through laborious procrastination 🙂

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The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,

but in ourselves.

 

-Scoot

 

Looking back and pressing forward. ♥

Well, how was your 2013? Happy New Year!!

Yes, yes: “Oh my word Scoot, you’re so cliché, making this new years post, my gosh it’s so cheesy”

WELL ACTUALLY I DON’T CARE

Truth be told, I am a thorough cheese indulger and those people do cheesy things. Well, lucky for you, I didn’t make a flipagram. I did however, make a year in review gallery 😀 So enjoy!

*none of these photos are mine and I take no credit for anything please don’t arrest me*

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All my love,

-Scoot xxx