That Moment When a Blogger Goes to your School

I’ve always said, “Haha, wouldn’t it be funny if a blogger went to my school? That’d be so weird and hilarious!”

Never did I imagine that this wild prediction – this thing that I’d jokingly talked about, laughed about even, would happen. It’s one thing to think about it – like an idle curiosity, something you think could happen but never would, right? It’s another thing for it to truly happen, not just in your overactive mind.

On this post, you can find a rather lengthy comment chain – one of the longest I’ve ever had – between me and Llowestcommonmultiple. It started off normally enough: she said that she also had a Charity Week this week and that it was called RAG week. I raised both eyebrows (I physically can’t raise one – it’s sad), at that because our charity week is also called RAG week. Hmm, I thought – it’s got to be a coincidence; there’s no bloody way it’s the same one because RAG week must be a thing in other schools.

I come home on the first day and reply to our comment chain, asking her how her first day was. She told me the theme – superheroes vs. supervillains – and spoke about a girl who had dressed up in a costume with soup labels attached to her and called herself “souperwoman.” At this, I freaked out and messaged a rather crazed reply with about 8 question marks and many capital letters because I realised: she went to my FUCKING SCHOOL.

Now see, the “souperwoman” girl used to be in my form for 5 years and was one of the first friends I ever made at my school. We’re not close at all now but I think she’s great, inventive and funny. It was only by chance that I’d been told about the costume by a staff member – and for that to be the costume that this blogger talked about was just such a coincidence that it shocked me. It was almost by chance that we found out and realised: I was still screaming and freaking out, shouting “OH MY GOD!” at various intervals whilst on Skype with Lu and just generally being unable to process what had happened.

I knew that she was going to be looking out for me – if you don’t know, I’m blind and so wouldn’t be able to see her or know who she was. On Tuesday, I asked my friend Pine if she knew her – I won’t say her name because of anonymity – and it turns out that yes, she did. Upon asking me why, I blurted out something awkward like “Ermmm, no reason! I’d just heard of her and… Yeah… I was curious?” I never said I was a smooth talker. I told Wren about it – the head girl who’s also basically my best friend – and screaming commenced out of excitement; I also told Swan and for the last two days as we’ve wandered around outside I’ve kept suddenly stopping and going “WHAT, I still can’t believe the blogger thing!” I don’t know why I get so excited over this…

Yesterday, I wore a Dryad costume because I wanted to emulate the tree spirit for the irony (nobody understood my weird smile when they asked what I was). As I was exiting the unit for VI (visually impaired) people to go to my lesson, I took a few steps and then heard a voice say, quietly, “Elm!”

Nobody ever, ever calls me that and so that’s why we had agreed for it to be the thing that identified her to me. Because I’m not used to hearing that name said aloud, especially by someone at school, it took me a second to react. My response? “OHH! Hey! Ahh I wasn’t expecting that to happen!” *laughs slightly manically)* See what I mean?

To have a blogger – especially one who found me by chance, who I’d spoken to before and who knows people that I know – going to my school is amazing. It’s incredible that out of all the schools in the country, she goes to mine – the very fact that someone who understands blogging like I do goes to the place I go to every school day – is mind-blowing. What are the odds? If I hadn’t been told about the costume, if I hadn’t replied to her comment in the way I did, if she just hadn’t found my blog – none of this would have happened. It freaks me out.

This opens up so many opportunities for me. Now I’m paranoid that there are more bloggers in my school, that someone I speak to knows my face (I kind of stick out because blind) and it’s just… Weird but also wonderful. This connects me both to blogging and real life – the thing I love connecting me to the real world in such a way makes things feel more exciting and tangible.

I still can’t believe this happened. For some strange reason, people know me in the blogging world and people also know me in real life; people see me around school and so anyone with a blog could walk by me and I wouldn’t know.

All I can say is that the greatest things come out of the chancest of encounters. After almost 2 years, it’s amazing for me to experience this: I never thought that the idea I once thought laughable and so far away is actually much more in reach than I knew.

Have you ever had this kind of experience?

Check out llowestcommonmultiple’s blog by the way; it’s great! I’ve spent a while reading over her posts and I love them.

From Elm 🙂

Getting into the Spirit of Things

In my school, there’s a thing that happens every year. The Sixth Formers run it – specifically, the year 12s – and I’ll just call it Charity Week because that’s essentially what it is.

What happens that week is we (or it will be us) dress up in costumes based on a theme – there’s one theme per day – run events and raise money for charity. It’s done through events, cake and sweet sales and donations; it’s a rather huge deal because loads of sixth formers and the younger years get involved. It’s a way to have fun, whilst also doing good.

This year, it’s our turn and two of my best friends are on the team that organise it. I would have run for that – Student Representative – but there’s no way I’m confident enough in my own abilities. This time, though, instead of sitting back and doing bugger all, I’m actually going to help.

Maybe I should concentrate on doing work but I want to prove to myself that I can stick with something and that I’m motivated. My energy levels have plummeted and I really want to change that which means that I’m going to have to get up the confidence to do something.

Did I mention, it’s next week? I also neglected to say that I’ve barely done anything to sort things out.

The first thing is costumes. I’m never usually one to dress up – I’m insecure because I can’t see my costumes, think I’m not trying hard enough or I tried too hard or simply that my costume is shit. After saying to my friends that “I have no one to help me because the family’s busy,” and they telling me, “You have us you moron!” I realised how stupid I was but I suppose I didn’t want to be a burden on them or make them go out of their way.

On some of the days I want to dress up as the White Witch from Narnia, a Dryad (I sobbed with laughter after I came up with that one; Dryads are tree spirits from mythology) and I was going to be a Victorian lady but getting the clothes would be too difficult as it’s too late, so I’m going to dress up as either a peasant girl or Joan of Arc. I also want to dress up as someone from Harry Potter but my mind’s gone blank – if you have any suggestions that aren’t Hermione (everyone will be going as her or multiple people) let me know!

I promised one of the Student Reps that I’d bring in stuff to sell. That includes sweets, biscuits and cakes; that will be my favourite one because how can you realistically go wrong with that? In addition, it’s fun; I love shopping for sweet things because you can get really creative. That will probably be my main focus because it’s what people want to buy.

Somehow, I’ve managed to spread the word about it. In the unit for blind people – VI unit – I was talking about it whilst waiting for a teacher to help me to the form room of the girl I peer mentor; I told the 5 or so people in there at the time that they should get donating as much as they could. I’m not the most charismatic person at all so I most likely came across as too enthusiastic – something they’re not used to because most of them know me as some kind of sarcastic know-it-all bitch – but I hope it got through to them. I even told them in the most chirpy voice ever, “Spread the word in your year if you can – it’s gonna be fab!” and I cringed so hard but for once, I was smiling.

For some reason, I have about 3 year 7 friends along with the girl I Peer Mentor and so when I was in her form, I was also talking about it. I got a few questions and answered them as best as I could – they know my face and so I didn’t have to do any awkward introductions. It was great because I felt like I truly was doing something.

Let’s hope that I can pull the costumes off! Do you have anything like this in your school?

From Elm 🙂