This entry is a four-parter because it is extremely long! So, you guys are in for a treat. Hope you enjoy them. 🙂
Bucket List – Things To Do Before I Turn 21
- Visit Versailles ^
- Take a Photography Course
- Learn to Play the Guitar
- Publish Something (!)
- Host a Dinner Party – and Invite People (!)
- Have a Portrait Painted
- Learn a Foreign Language
- Be An Extra in a Film/Television Program
- Do My Own Laundry (!)
- Get a Move On With My Driving (!)
- Be a Zoo Keeper For A Day
- Be More Charitable
- Volunteer To Help
- Go Somewhere Unfamiliar
- Sing karaoke
- Go 24 Hours Without Technology
- Watch A Sunset
- Be Brave
- Create a Dream Home – For When I Move Out (Goodness Knows How Long It’ll Be)
- Plan An Awesome 21st Birthday Party (!)
“I believe everyone needs faith in each other; life is a roller coaster but nothing is impossible. Faith is one and will forever be the greatest powers in the universe”.
Georgina’s words to a friend, July 2014
Monday 1st September
The summer holidays go by so quickly and this one is no expectation. By this time next week, I’ll be starting the next chapter of my life as a “Uni girl”.
It’s a very exciting time for me and my friends; it will be different to the BTEC; we’ll have new people, new units to complete and perform group performances outside the school – prisons, care homes and schools. I hope the next two years will help us to develop our performance, social and group skills and make us a stronger year. I’m sure it will; if there are no arguments involved. (*TOUCH WOOD*)
On the first of August, T and I went clubbing in town; we were out for a few hours. Unfortunately, the club we went too was quiet but we managed to catch up on the latest gossip, had some good laughs and a few drinks.
In the middle of our conversation, a DJ was beginning to play music, near the bar. Before T and I left, he played Bryan Adams’ song “Summer of ‘69” on the stereo. Sitting on the bar, there was a couple in their twenties; they were singing along and it wasn’t long before I joined in. We had a blast.
On the way home, T and I couldn’t stop chatting about night clubs and which ones we should go to next.
Since graduation, I thought I would never see my friends again. Then (to my surprise), I was invited to a party and I accepted to go. I was really excited; I would be able to catch up with everyone and we boogie all night long. But, I was wrong.
On the second, I went to a twenty-first birthday party. The party took place in Ilford. It turns out I was the only person from the school who turned up.
For weeks and weeks, my closet friends and I were talking about the party and how excited we were. Then all of a sudden, I get messages, saying they couldn’t make it, ill or have difficulty getting there. I’m glad they told the truth, otherwise I wouldn’t know. Some, didn’t reply at all. It’s sad because the party didn’t have a clue either. I decided not to say anything; it’s her day after all.
This isn’t the only time I went to a party, where I was the only person turning up but I’m glad I did; after all, someone has to go and see what it is like. If you don’t try, you never know.
The party was beautifully set and prepared. When I came in, I was greeted by members of my friends’ family and then, I greeted the birthday girl. Her mother gave me and the guests a glass of pink champagne, with strawberries inside.
The venue, which was a football club, had a huge bar and restaurant area (about the same size as a football pitch). It was decorated with pink balloons, and messages saying “Happy Birthday” on them; tall fake, pink-feathered palm trees with crystal stalks on the tables, a buffet table and a small corner for the DJ to play his music.
During the party, I was up and about; I made new friends who were fun and bubbly. We danced, laughed and talked; even the birthday girl was enjoying herself.
The family of my friend, named D were lovely too; they took turns to speak, take pictures and dance with her. It was lovely to see D smile and think how lucky she is to have a loving family and wonderful friend who all care for her. Even her cousin sang three karaoke tunes for her; he’s under thirteen but he can sing really well. He sung Stevie Wonder’s “Happy Birthday to Ya”, Jackson 5’s “I Want You Back” and Bruno Mars’ “When I Was Your Man”. It was amazing; everyone were singing along to the choruses. Then, D had her cake brought out and we sang “Happy Birthday”.
I had some alcohol drinks during the party; it was very naughty of me, since I had some with T the day before. But I wasn’t drunk; I normally stick to my limits.
I only stayed for a couple of hours; Mum was waiting in the car. I knew I couldn’t stay long because the drive back home would take an hour; plus, I didn’t what to leave her on her own too long. After the Birthday song and dancing on the floor to ABBA’s “Dancing Queen”, I said my goodbyes and promised D that I’ll see her in the FD.
When I was reunited with Mum, we made our journey home.
Mum said I should have stayed longer but I told her that I didn’t want to be left alone.
Then, she said, “You are building your confidence a lot more”.
I was puzzled by this at first but Mum explained that I was being very brave going inside on my own and socialising with people I don’t know.
But one thing’s for sure, D knows how to throw an amazing party!
The next day, Mum took me to an exhibition at our local village church. The exhibition was about how the First World War affected the community and brought families together. They had interesting facts, artefacts, accounts and stories including women who formed a local organisation, a young girl who caught the attention of soldiers in the army and children who dug for victory by planting vegetables in their school grounds. Sadly like the rest of the UK and the world, there were men who died; most of the men who died hadn’t reached their twenty-first birthdays.
Reading the stories of the men nearly made me cry. Going through them made me realise how much they did, just to serve their country. They are all heroes in everybody’s eyes.
On the forth of August at ten o’ clock in the evening, Mum, Dad and I turned off all lights in the house in remembrance of the soldiers and commentating one hundred years since the outbreak of the First World War in Great Britain. Mum had dug out three electric candles, during the day and charged them for a few hours before, so they could flicker for the hour.
Before ten, the three of us came together in the Living Room. Mum switched the candles on and placed them around the room; one on the window sill and the other two on the mantel piece. We turned on the television, changing the channels to BBC Radio 2. Then, for the full hour in electric candlelight we listened to the radio presentation of Michael Morpurgo’s War Horse.
During that time, I sat on the couch, looking at the TV and imaging the story, scene by scene. At times, I was looking at the candles. Mum and Dad were sleeping until the end; Dad was snoring most of the time.
When the hour was over, I asked Mum if I could take a candle up to my room. She said, “Yes”.
I picked one of the candles on the fire place, walked upstairs in complete darkness (with the candle still flickering) and I placed it on my dressing table. I left to flicker until midnight, by gently shaking it.
In my mind, the soldiers deserved more reflection than one hour for the things they’ve done. They truly are the heroes of our nation.
On the fifth, I woke up to find a note underneath my bedroom door. The note was from Mum:
Your brother and sister-in-law have gone to maternity, don’t know when the baby will arrive.
See you soon
It was after ten when I received it so it took me a while to realise what was happening. Then, I had a hunch, thinking that the baby ‘will be born today’.
Later, Dad was watching a film with H, the eldest child while Mum and I were getting ready to our local Cricket Club for a tournament. I was playing with his friends that day, so Mum and I went along to support them. The game was very interesting, especially when we had a few close shaves, including the ball being thrown towards where we were sitting; Mum and I had good laughs about it. We were also clapping, cheering and whooping, all the way.
In the middle of the match, I received a text message from Dad:
Little boy born about an hour ago (properly about two o’ clock in the afternoon). Mum and baby both well but baby under observation as he was delivered very quickly. Xx
It was at that moment that I became an Auntie again. I read the text aloud to Mum, who was delighted with the news.
Then, I decided to send text to my brother:
Congratulations on the birth of your baby boy. So happy to hear that he is well and looking forward to seeing him. Sending our love and best wishes.
Auntie Georgia. XXXX
His birth was a delightful joy for the family.
For the rest of the day, Mum and I watched the match and managed to catch up with I not long after.
We had H staying the night with us and the next day, baby G was discharged from hospital with his parents. Dad took H home to see his baby brother for the first time. Mum and I didn’t come (I think we were out at the time).
When Dad came home, he told us what happened. Apparently, G was so tiny he could fit into the palm of your hand. H’s first meeting with G went well to; he wanted to feel G’s nose and head but he gave his little brother a kiss on the check.
On the seventh, Dad took Mum and I to see G. G was indeed, a beautiful baby boy. When I first saw him, sleeping in his cradle, my heart melted. He looked exactly like his older brother did, years earlier.
I adore babies and children but when I was younger, I was unsure and I didn’t understand them. I think my Autism made me feel weary especially when they were crying. Now, I am learning; I can’t resist holding them.
G was really tiny. The three of us had a turn holding him. When Mum had her turn, I saw her gently massaging G’s head in small circles, using her index finger. When she was finished with G, Mum passed him onto my lap; she then told me to use my hands to support his head and neck. I copied Mum and started massaging his head; G was blinking his eyes at a slow pace and moved his feet toward my stomach. He was also yawning. I was enjoying bonding with G for about ten minutes until H called me. He wanted to come into in his bedroom. So, I gently passed G to Dad and I went to find H.
H handed me a storybook, “Mr Uppity” and asked me to read to him. When I finished reading to him, H got out his baby box from under his bed, and showed me his birthday cards, baby hat and a letter from Santa. H asked me to read the letter to him; I did but he crawled underneath his bed.
Before packing away, I asked H if he was going to give Santa biscuits, milk and carrots for Rudolph. He said he didn’t have a chimney in his house and doesn’t know how Santa will be able to come in. So maybe, I thought, I’ll give H biscuits, milk and carrots at our house and write to Santa on his and G’s behalf.
I’ve also round and seen my friends E and U. E is one of my friends from Drama school and U is a family friend; both of them have Autism.
E and I had a special afternoon in her flat; I gave her birthday presents and card even though her birthday wasn’t until the beginning of September. I bought her a green bracelet and lavender fragrances; she loved them. Afterwards, we tucked into our lunch which E had prepared herself. It was wonderful; all the food was dairy, gluten and wheat free. We had chips (that were cooked in E’s chipper), giant circle fish, or chicken cakes, short bread, brownies, flapjacks and chocolate cupcakes. They were delicious but I couldn’t help eating the cakes. I didn’t eat all of them because I didn’t want feel sick. We also had coke-a-cola to drink. After we ate, we played the electronic banking addition of Monopoly. It was really interesting; something that I think J would play. It was amazing!
I enjoyed seeing E; she is really fun and knows how to party in style. I hope to have more parties like these again soon.
When I went to see U not long after, I managed to pack my stuff for a sleepover at her house.
I unpacked my stuff in her room and it was a complete surprise to U. She didn’t know I was sleeping over. Her mum had been organising this for a few weeks but I think they had forgotten. I had a hug and squeal of delight from U; I was still puzzled that U didn’t know but I was glad I had made her day.
Then, the two of us walked into town. U and I looked around the shops; U bought nail polish and I bought a copy of Writers Magazine. In the evening, we had dinner at Pizza Express; luckily, we managed to avoid the rush hour.
After dinner, we went to the cinema where we meet our mum’s. There, we watched the film, Begin Again, starring Kiera Knightly, James Cordon and Cee Lo Green. U recognised one of the other stars in the film – Adam Levine, the lead singer of the band Maroon 5. It was a very good film and I liked the cast, especially Kiera who in my opinion, thought it was the best film she has done since The Duchess. If I had chance, I would love to see it again in cinemas.
We walked back to U’s house where Mum went home and left us. We went to bed at nine o’ clock.
I slept in U’s room on a mattress. Unfortunately, I forget to bring pyjamas with me so U’s mum kindly lent me one of her dressing gowns. U slept like a log but it took me a little while before I went to sleep. I’ve always had trouble sleeping; I think my mind is more active than myself. By the time it was ten o’clock, I heard the rain pouring outside; this sent me off to sleep.
I left by lunch time next day as U had to go to work. It was great seeing U and I had a blast.
To be continued….