Scoot on ~ 11th first day jitters

So the school year in South Africa starts tomorrow, and I’m going to be in eleventh grade.

ELEVENTH GRADE!!!

If there was ever one first day I was afraid for, it’s this one. Apart from my first day at my ballet studio, this probably takes the cake.

Yes, I know, most of you probably think that I’m mistaken. I went through first grade like a kid on steroids. I could not wait to get away from my mom and dad and finally get into real school where my big sister and brother were. I seriously thought that all the other crying kids were SO petty, and needed to get over themselves. I loved the idea of school, so much. So much! And first grade wasn’t awful, but being the only kid in the class who could read fluently, it had its setbacks. I had a lovely lady as a teacher though, and met some cool people who I’d meet again in 8th grade – which is the start of high school in SA.

Most of the people in my primary school went to Northcliff High for grade 8; and all I wanted to do was get away. I went to Parktown Girl for grade 8, and that was when I made the official switch to Scoot from my actual name, Shalom. (This thing keeps correcting that to Avalon which would have been an awesome name too :P) I made it my goal to talk to everyone, hoping that they wouldn’t all hate me as much as people in 7th did. Lucky me, most of them just did it in terms open so I wasn’t confused. 😛

I think that grade 8 was the time that I started noticing people for what they really can be, and I stopped being so foolish XD It was an interesting ride, and I left that school too, funnily enough.

I then moved to Northcliff, and met some people, and went about the same 8th grade strategy for 9th. It worked, more fake people, though. I guess some of them were alright, like Jess . And so I carried on, through 9th and 10th, so why should this be any different? Here’s why:

In South Africa, your report in 11th grade determines whether or not you get accepted into university. I need a bursary. So this year means endless work, and I have dance on top of that – I’m going to be trying to do the Cechetti Intermediate foundation exam, after a grand total of 7 months of dancing. XD The future for me is now, and it’s affecting me so hard that I cleaned my room.

WHAT
WHY

It’s funny, I suppose I have a habit of not doing what I have to unless I’m scared or anxious. Bring on the panic attacks!

I’ve never been able to sleep the night before school started. For 10 years, this being the 11th. Well, at least I’m consistent in one aspect.

All my love, especially to that one amazing viewer from the Russian Federation who I’d love to leave me a comment or something!

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ why I should probably get more sleep

So before you read this, there are a few things you should know. (1) It’s almost 6am in Johannesburg, South Africa, and I am very awake having not slept yesterday, (2) I do believe I spend too much time on tumblr, (3) these are some things that happen to my facebook account when I’m like this and generally all the time. 

Please, don’t kill me, please ‘(-.-)’

1. I’m not sleepy enough to de-capitalise the ‘i’

2. tumblr can hurt people beware and stuffmlike seriously waow this grammar is so bad no, I have to stop now.

3. oh no
it’s 5.30
the functional humans shall soon wake

yeah better go hide or sleep or something

4.  me: *types in* miley cyrus
autocorrect: millet circus
me: miley cyrus
autocorrect: limey cyprus
me: *breathes sharply* m i l e y c y r u s
autocorrect: smiley virus

SMILEY VIRUS I CAN’T

5. person: hey, watcha doin’?
me: just casually fixing breakfast.
person: at 4.30 in the afternoon?
me: I SAID CASUALLY

6.going to sleep at 7:05 and waking up at 11.30 isn’t really advisable ever
#besafekids

7. Errmigaard hashtags work on WordPress

so hashtag

wow

8.people it’s bright outside
why the hell am i awake

guess who’s screwed  😀

9. I just painted all 10 of my fingernails (haven’t in ever) and it’s some shade of pink
but every time I look down at the keyboard while I’m typing, I see these strange pink headed digits moving about

and then, for a second, my brain goes:

WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL GET OFF WHAT THE HELL IS THAT WHAT THE FOX SOMEBODY HELP DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME PLEASE TAKE MY SHOES INSTEAD THEY SUCK

and then I calm down and continue my counterproductive internet life  🙂

10. the problem is staying up until *insert time that is never fixed* and blogging and tumblring and watching extreme displays of rachetery and reading harry potter and realising that the hunger is real and then you’re like

person: really, stomach?
stomach: LOUSY HUMAN GET ME FOOD
person:but it’s 2am
stomach: DID I STUTTER *proceeds to display anger through crazy hunger pangs*

Dearest readers, please sleep.

All my love,

-Scoot xxx

Scoot on ~ The Beautiful Craziness That Is My Home

DEAREST INTERNET HOW I’VE MISSED YOU

MARRY ME

NEVER LEAVE ME

Beautiful beings, I’m back! Huge huge huge shout outs to my dearest dearest Jess – this girl is my the left boob to my life and I really did miss her! (‘Left boob’ being an affectionate term, and contrary to popular or unpopular belief, Jessica Rachel Craven is not a breast.) Then to Miss Beckensträter: JENNA YOU’RE LOVELY AND I HOPE YOU’RE DOING A-O-GOOD PIE! And lastly, to anyone and everyone out there who reads this, to beating hearts all around: I hope I get to come in contact with your beautiful soul someday! ♥

Now, the question at hand: Where the hell have I been, and WHY ME NO UPDATE????

To be frank, *takes deep breath*, I went to Ethiopia for 2 weeks because my dad now works at the AU and I sat in the lobby of the apartment we were staying in because the wifi was there and at every available moment, so was I, and I wrote posts and published two of them and also stayed indoors of the Furnished Diplomat Apartments, Addis Ababa, for most of the time except during the last week when I went to the AU (African Union) Headquarters and the National Museum of Ethiopia partially because I had to take pictures or my friend Rebecca would kill me with fire and then I packed up my stuff and headed back to South Africa for all of one day and then re-packed and hopped back on a plane to Nigeria where *ANOTHER DEEP BREATH* we’d be denied visitation rights to my mother’s insanely amazing familia and forced to go to y father’s village where everything village like exists including evil witches who use you don’t want to get on the bad side of and I got malaria and then flew back and I am now in Johannesburg in my house on a couch updating.

In brief, that’s where I’ve been the past month. 

I’ve been on 4 planes and in 3 airports, and I’m tired as hell on a stick (I do wonder how tired hell really can be if there are people burning in it?I I guess burning is rather tedious.) and right  now, I have some serious appreciation for South Africa.

Today, at 3am, I watched a sunrise from a South African Airways plane seat. I watched the sun rise from above the clouds. I saw my home unfold – and I was silent, for a while. I mean, it’s not every day, or even every second day that you see something like that. And I’m sure I could have been flying to Tehran and seen exactly the same thing, but there’s something about coming home that changes the way everything is. 

I guess it’s been difficult to orient myself with a specific nationality, just in my eyes though. My mom and dad are Nigerian born and raised (HUGE stigma in South Africa) and I was born rather patriotically on July 4th in Prince George’s County, Maryland, USA. I live in Johannesburg, South Africa. 3 passports makes it difficult to identify yourself. I’m an American born South African with Nigerian parents. WHAPOWOWOWOWOW!

After a month away from my own house, I can tell you one thing: Tonight, I may not sleep well. What’s certain, however, is that I’m here in SA, and it is my home; I love it.

I love this country, and I love these people, and I love this place.

Spend a month in the rest of Africa -or even just 2 countries- after living comfortably in Joburg, and you would too.

This pampoen is getting her SOUTH AFRICAN I.D tomorrow 😀 somebody drop a whoop! Stay wonderful now. 😉

All my love, all the time

-Scoot xx