Life of a Short Indian Girl

As summer comes to a close, the depressing thought of school has already driven me to excessive retail therapy. The things I’ve done this summer haven’t required a lot of money, so I decided to splash out the money I’ve saved on some lovely things which I’m going to share with you ☼ This ‘Storm In A Teacup’ mug is from Evolution (obviously, where else will you get random cool things like this in Peterborough?) I’m always tempted to buy half the shop whenever I go in there, but I managed to restrict myself this time. I was looking for a new school bag and stumbled across this on the BHS website. It’s a handbag so definitely not big enough for school, but it’s so pretty and was half price so I couldn’t not get it?? That’s  what I’m telling myself anyway! My speakers are old and virtually on the blink, so it was time to get some new ones. My brother recommended the Boombox speaker from Amazon , and I LOVE IT. You don’t need any cables or connections; you literally put

So tomorrow’s the dreaded day.... me and 600,000 students will be opening their brown envelopes to get the results they have been waiting almost 3 months for. I’m sure everyone feels differently about this, but I thought I would share some generic feelings from over these last few months ☺ Easter holidays  – After spending a whole day planning and making a beautifully colour coded time table, YOU FEEL SO PREPARED, EXAMS COME @ ME. By the end of Easter you then begin to panic when you realise you didn’t stick to the timetable and are actually 2 weeks behind schedule. The week of teaching back at school  - THIS IS A WASTE OF TIME WHY CAN’T WE REVISE AT HOME? I COULD REVISE THIS IN ONE HOUR AT HOME… okay I’ve never seen that word before. Maybe I should’ve paid more attention during the last 2 years… The first week of study leave  – pretty chilled. I can wake up late, stay up late, eat whenever I want and maybe do some revision. The second week of study leave  - oh no, my

With one month left of the summer holidays (sigh) and not very much to do in it, I decided something productive to do would be to get fit. Living really close to Virgin Active combined with no joining fee this month meant I didn’t really have an excuse not to join. So Virgin Active is a pretty upscale place, and with me being the dopey idiot that I am, I had some not-so-great and potentially embarrassing moments which I thought I would share (let’s just keep in mind that I’ve never been to a gym before… and the school gym doesn’t count). First off- the changing rooms. They are really nice, all wooden and spacious… I just wasn’t expecting so many naked women. It’s great that they are comfortable with their bodies and people around them, but it’s not really what I was expecting to see at 9am. And when they come up to have a chat to you...WHERE ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO LOOK?   I absolutely hate running, so I thought I would go for a fast walk on the treadmill instead. I was told