Wow. I started my Senior year on Wednesday. Not only do I have new commons but it’s a whole new me. Over the summer I did a lot of growing up. I didn’t sit on the “kids” table and I didn’t want to run around. I suddenly realised that I felt ready to live on my own. Ready to discover the world. Ready to embrace my future. Even though I still feel uneasy about being so far away from home (my parents would remain in the Middle East). We are so fixed in our routines that we miss things on the way. For example I’m taking the IB which is a two year course. As we went to the different classes on the first day of school it was amazing to see so many people sit at the same tables as last year. And how convenient and comfortable it was.
During the summers we don’t have a routine. A bedtime. A structure to our lives. Once school comes around we are literally craving that routine. By the end we’re ready to ditch it. I always thought that at the end of High School I’d be able to break from the routine. Who was I kidding? What lies ahead is the move from School routine to University routine to Marriage routine to Parenthood routine. Our whole lives are routines. I don’t want that routine. And it is that lack of routine within a routine (a job) that I desire. The one job I can think of that has that description is a missionary. Over Spring break last year I went to Nepal on a missions trip. It was one of the most incredible weeks of my life. Solely and utterly focused on helping others and growing in God. I have no idea what to do with this desire. I want to be able to be a valuable help so going to university as a teacher would be an answer but then would I get stuck on that track?
So I leave you with a quote by Henry Dyke “As long as habit and routine dictate the pattern of living, new dimensions of the soul will not emerge.”
So the Olympics are coming to an end. Unfortunately I was not able to see the opening ceremony because I was in the West of Brittany camping and the Humax box had a glitch resulting in it not being able to be recorded (typical!). So I am ever so excited for the closing ceremony. But aside from the flamboyant ceremony I have to say I am utterly astonished at the performance of the GB athletes ( and of course others). I watch the gymnastics and most of the participants were either my age or younger. I mean Gaby Douglas is 16 and an olympic gold medalist. The sheer amount of training and work that is required from these athletes is astonishing. But gymnastics is one of those sports that it is virtually required that you start at a young age. The most remarkable athletes in my eyes are those who 4 years ago did not even know what the sport is. Great Britain has made an appearance in several new sports this olympics, and although we have not medaled (or have in some cases), the sheer talent that has been shown is remarkable. The women’s handball team was put together 4 years ago and to come out that strong is amazing. I am so proud of my country. Not only have we shown amazing hosting skills but we’ve also showed amazing grit! Another astonishing fact seen through watching BBC’s Olympics 2012 is that if Yorkshire was a country in it’s own right it would have clocked up more gold medals then several countries. And the southerners say it’s all happening down in London! But county differences aside the olympics has been a real show of who us British our. You only have to have watch the diving final in which Qiu Bo cried for achieving a gold medal whilst Tom Daley and his team mates jumped into the pool for achieving a bronze medal. An emotional medal for sure! For GB to do so well when we are such a small country makes me even prouder. I was defiantly British whilst watching the olympics!
But what I also loved about these games was that my very own friend Nada Arakji along with several other women represented their countries for the very first time in the women’s part of the olympics. I was so proud to watch the girl who has been a dear friend for so many years to fly her countries flag with such determination and not only that but come fourth in her heat. It was truly an amazing race to watch.
First Post and no idea where this is going to go! So you may all be wondering what aThird Culture Kid is? Well, it’s a term that first appeared in the 1950’s by American sociologist Ruth Hill Useem which means that the child has spent a significant part of it’s life outside the culture of their parents. This is certainly true for me. I have lived a very blessed life in England (Birth country), Bahrain, Qatar, Holland and France. Whenever people ask me which country is my favourite I cannot give them an answer and merely respond with “I like each one for different reasons”. Similarly I cannot give people an answer to where “home” is, which is a trademark problem for TCK.I have never really identified England as my home due to the fact I only lived there for 3 years and never really going back regularly. For sure it is my nationality and I of course support England/ Great Britain in any tournament going! But it is this not having any home that has led me to really explore and question where I want to go to university. I now have the amazing choice of applying to university in Holland and England (thanks to the increase in English University fees!). I cannot wait to find out where my path leads.