Month: August 2011

Thursday 4th of August was the night of class drinks….

 

Helen rushed about feeding the triffids and scooping up the children to send them to the babysitter, ‘tonight will be the night that everyone will understand’.

 

Helen had big plans for tonight that was for sure, She had her little mental comment cards all lined up with fun facts and unknown mysteries, But little did she know that her night would take a messy turn to say the least.

 

But, for know Helen donned her pagan symbol necklace (brand new from the crystal shop on the corner), bundled up her husband to show off to her  classmates and set off into the night…

 

She arrived at the pub bursting with excitement, everyone was there!

at first she began to doubt herself.. would anyone even notice she was there? Then, amazingly, one of the youngsters asked her to go get a drink with her.. something called a shot but anyway she went for it…

 

that was the last thing Helen remembered from that night…

 

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She waddled into the class proclaiming loudly “There’s free Hot Dogs outside!, There’s free Hot Dogs out in the square!”, Quickly spying the two girls where still playing the games, she hurried up to them.. “you guys must be getting hungry?!, There’s free Hot Dogs out in the square if you want one! You must be hungry.”

Although the girls continued to play for another couple of minutes, Helen knew she had made an impression when the girls soon gave up and went to their lunches.

One week later another opportunity arose, but unbeknownst to her it was to fail miserably.

The tutor had been asked a wonderfully complicated question.. Helen settled in to wait for the perfect timing for her input, this was going to be amazing, she could feel it in her bones..

Suddenly, Helen found that she had no idea what the tutor was talking about, and worse still it seemed that everyone else was following perfectly.

Helen Panicked! her breathing became shallow as she felt her mojo slipping away. She had to rectify the situation and fast!

With a desperation that could only resemble that of  an addict searching for a fix. She hastily pulled up the illustration she had completed the week before.

“Here’s my Illustration” she hastily spat out at the tutor while he was in mid sentence..

the class fell silent, they all waited with baited breath.

the tutor paused, Mid sentence. Assessing the options, What to do, What to do…

He exhaled, (*Rather loudly I might add), Exasperated.

After a moments hesitation, He carried on with his answer to the previously asked question…

A snicker rang silently through the class.

Helen reeled from the blatant “blow off” from the tutor.

What had gone wrong! A black hole of empitness opened up in front of her, and Helen’s worst fear seemed truer than ever before. She had lost her touch.

No longer did she hold the power to wow crowds with her patented pearls of wisdom, No longer were the silences filled with awe, But instead an awkwardness that sent chills down her spine.

Helen had to do  some serious soul searching, What was she doing with her life? and how was she supposed to find another Niche so late in the game?

 

Well my sweet little triffids, Our poor Helen seems to be having a late Mid-life crisis. So I don’t know when she’ll be back in the game.. but a new post will appear whenever she makes another attempt at her future.

Until next time.

Helen tried her best to flourish in HCC but for some reason she seemed to be hitting and missing, What was wrong with her!

Poor Helen, she was afraid she may be losing it. What will she do?

Helen needed to reflect, so she took a break from her mission and focused on tending her triffid farm. She pondered, and tended, tended and pondered..

Finally she wondered if she weren’t over-thinking this whole thing. Wasn’t she at her best when she spoke on a whim?

Finally believing that she had solved her freak lapse in academic abilities. Helen picked herself up and settled in for a new day.

Many opportunities came and went, and Helen began jumping at them, Willing something to stick. But nothing seemed to work.

She tried to share facts in Photography, Multimedia, she even had a go at GDS. But nothing was as it used to be.

A dark cloud loomed on Helens horizon as she came to the realisation that she may not have the effect on her students and tutors as she had once had..

Then, as if fate itself had heard her pleas for help, a treat from the tutor in the form of  a gaming console plopped itself in her lap! Finally! new pastures with endless amounts of fun facts just dying to be shared!

the Young One and the one the call Bee. Played endless games of tennis, bowling and other various sports games. Feeling as though she may not get a chance to share knowledge. She went for a lunch break. Then suddenly, she found herself amongst the greatest discovery she had ever made! Free ‘Hot Dogs’

(*note, she means a sausage sizzle put on as part of re-Oweek).

With a new found spurt of energy she gathered her free hot dog and high-tailed it back to class to share this precious nugget of knowledge with her classmates.