Proof of Age

It’s most likely not co-incidence that on my birthday weekend when I came to see my family for a visit and candle blowing session on Sunday that they showed me some videos of my past. They had found some old VHS tapes and digitized them, seeing many cuts and flashes of scenes half familiar but all totally astounding. These were amazing scenes that made me very emotional seeing again, and it makes me realise how important documenting is, from the wax etchings to the papyrus to the printing press to the camera to the extensive range of documenting capabilities that we have today.

One of the videos that I saw was when I was turning 6 years old, which was almost 20 years ago now. To feel that I was part of something 20 years ago, that I can say 20 years ago and know that I was alive then is much more poignant than just saying that I’m 25 (to me, it’s hard to explain it). I recognise all the faces there and it makes me remember such good times. What actually strikes me is how hindsight can change the viewing of the video so much – like watching the beginning of series 1 of a TV drama when you’re in series 5 and so on.

The piece de resistance though was the video we had made at Orlando Studios – which does in fact relate to my PhD, weirdly enough. We had a green screen studio experience of Star Trek – which I remember sitting on crates and reading lines (which, without boasting too much, I did at the age of 6 – this year must have been me at my peak haha). The experience left me having been reprimanded by Sulu for pressing the wrong button and my brother testing the ship’s phasers, whilst my mum and dad (vulcan and captain respectively), had a gag photon detonator to fool the Klingons.

It’s so funny and I love that it’s been finally digitised. It’s scary to see how little things do change with time, as we usually only focus on what has been gained or lost. I could see a lot of my personality in my 6 year old self as she dances oddly in my family garden, but why I stuck my tongue out at the camera, I’ll never know (I don’t normally do that, that was the only thing that struck me as odd).

It’s true that as a kid, you hate staying still for the camera (or at least I did), but now I see how valuable it is.

Plus, I almost dance exactly the same as I did there as in nightclubs. Disturbing on many a level…

My Graduation and turning 25 this month!

7 is my favourite number with a just cause – my birthday is coming up at a time where I am still celebrating the notion  of turning an older age (I just have this theme of being thankful for seeing another year – I’m odd!). What is even more exciting, as well as all the sporting events that are on around this time of year, is the addition of my MA graduation. I personally love graduation – that’s why I’m doing it twice – I know some people are allergic to ceremony but I secretly love all the pomp and speeches (sometimes I think I’m secretly American). I feel so proud for everyone and can’t wait to get up there and make my walk and grab my certificate!

However, getting more personal here, I think part of this feeling comes from the experience I had at high school. I don’t like getting too deep into it, but they believed I wouldn’t enjoy university, that I wouldn’t be good enough to study to degree level etc. and at a private school (eep!), if you’re not going to one of the top, you get looked over like a stale sandwich at a high tea buffet. However, I persevered. Some of my teachers had faith in me though, and I’m appreciative for it. I went for the UCAS and applied anyway (despite me being very late in application). I harbour no anger towards the people who didn’t believe in me, though. They have their own goals in mind and I had mine, and we acted on ours accordingly.

In fact, what scares me is the difference in attitude I have about my graduation now. I’m really excited about what I’m going to wear and everything! I literally rolled out of bed and put on anything (morning ceremony) and I sort of regret not preparing for it properly. In fact, I may (haha, I’m laughing as I type this) make an OOTD (Outfit of the Day) post about what I’m going to wear for my graduation! People who know me will know this is quite out of character (OOC?) but I’m still very excited and surely it does link to my blog, no? 😛

So yes, a quick post. I’ve still got to write up my review of the Arts Firestation event in Windsor which I attended, almost losing my phone in the process, as well as the Jerwood Space talk on the Future of Tomorrow!


Feeling my age!

I have some reviews in the works, but I shall get to that soon! Although I’m not “technically” old, and I actually feel younger than before – I certainly felt my age today. On my driving lesson, I still succumb to the odd falters – especially in fear of hitting other drivers. I basically drive if everyone unbeknownst to me is under a test to drive in my way, a gauntlet of faith where I must avoid smacking into them and causing them to explode. So far *touchwood* it has not come to that!

But how do people so young become entrusted with this responsibility? I know I’d be too *explicit* scared to drive when I was 17/18. I have been informed that my driving age x 2 is the amount of hours needed to be proficient enough for test standard – because my grey matter ain’t what it used to be! That’s good though, in a way – I feel that I’d probably be less reckless than in my earlier years and the extra practice will probably help to strip away some of that adult caution.

Just a little breather really! I will be posting up some reviews of some events I’ve been to, as well as some books I’ve read, so look out for those!

EDIT: Haha, read instead of written – I’m getting too far ahead of myself here!