I have now officially left collage and my grades are received. I am slightly pissed off as I did not get what I wanted.
I got B overall for Drama, buggered the last written exam a little, I got a C, when my practical was a high A (110 out of 120 - same as Miggy)
I got B for Media, expecting A - major annoyance seeing as we finished everything 6 weeks early and instead of letting us improve our work we were forced to make a shit end of year film which was shit. Especially when I got 57 out of 60 for the actual film I made.
And finally I got D for history... well that was predictable, I went up a whole grade from last year, which is good.

But now there is a new road ahead - the road of a lone ranger, or not. I've decided keeping connections is the best thing to do for what I want to do. I want to be a film Director and possibly Writer and Actor as well.
I may do some more Taiko drumming; take up a teaching role, so I don't have to pay for lessons, but that takes up time. I will probably do something in a Shakespeare production with Elishia (poodlepics) and her group of actors, but for now I need a job...god I need a job. I'm gonna sign on to Jobseekers allowance while I find one.

My bro came back from Taiko rehearsal with my mum.
My mum kept saying she could smell burning, so I casually said it's probably my cooking. I had made the meal with my dad just before he left. He was eating out with some Brazilian woman (27 - that's 13 years closer to my age than my dad's).
I didn't think anything of the smell.
Mum and Guy (my bro) ate their meal (I had eaten earlier), then the phone rang.
I answered it - it was my Taiko drumming teacher, Jonathan, giving me news about a performance for Westcountry TV (Showing 6pm Thursday 12th July).
As he started to give me this news, it was evident something was wrong - there was definitely something burning.
Guy and mum checked the oven several times, trying to find the source of the problem.
My mum warned me to put the phone down and leave, then all of a sudden thick with toxic smoke rose up, filling the room we were in; so my mum starts shrieking "Charlie! Put the fucking phone down, there's a fucking fire!"
Trying to be polite, I said to Jonathan "I'm sorry I'm going to have to go, the room is getting very smoky" so I hung up as he was mid-flow of information.
Guy and mum, shouting loudly at me to "fucking get out of there!", I ran out the flat, then back in to grab my camcorder and bag, then out again, forgetting my shoes.
I screamed at my mum to call "the bloody 999: fire brigade!"
She phoned from the other side of the road, facing the flat. I was at the building door.
I was about to go back to see if I could see where the smoke was coming from, when Guy shouted "what the fuck are you doing!?" Mum: "close the front door! Get away from there!" "It's on fire! The whole place is lit up!"
I heard a cracking in the window and quickly darted over the road, as I turned around, all I could see in the flat was black. The windows were black and thick black smoke was bellowing from the back.
My dad's flat went up in flames on Monday 2nd July 2007.
My feet were wet and cold when the fire engines turned up about 3 minutes later.

I can't be bothered to write the rest of the events.

The Fire team were amazing.

My bro came back from Taiko rehearsal with my mum.
My mum kept saying she could smell burning, so I casually said it's probably my cooking. I had made the meal with my dad just before he left. He was eating out with some Brazilian woman (27 - that's 13 years closer to my age than my dad's).
I didn't think anything of the smell.
Mum and Guy (my bro) ate their meal (I had eaten earlier), then the phone rang.
I answered it - it was my Taiko drumming teacher, Jonathan, giving me news about a performance for Westcountry TV (Showing 6pm Thursday 12th July).
As he started to give me this news, it was evident something was wrong - there was definitely something burning.
Guy and mum checked the oven several times, trying to find the source of the problem.
My mum warned me to put the phone down and leave, then all of a sudden thick with toxic smoke rose up, filling the room we were in; so my mum starts shrieking "Charlie! Put the fucking phone down, there's a fucking fire!"
Trying to be polite, I said to Jonathan "I'm sorry I'm going to have to go, the room is getting very smoky" so I hung up as he was mid-flow of information.
Guy and mum, shouting loudly at me to "fucking get out of there!", I ran out the flat, then back in to grab my camcorder and bag, then out again, forgetting my shoes.
I screamed at my mum to call "the bloody 999: fire brigade!"
She phoned from the other side of the road, facing the flat. I was at the building door.
I was about to go back to see if I could see where the smoke was coming from, when Guy shouted "what the fuck are you doing!?" Mum: "close the front door! Get away from there!" "It's on fire! The whole place is lit up!"
I heard a cracking in the window and quickly darted over the road, as I turned around, all I could see in the flat was black. The windows were black and thick black smoke was bellowing from the back.
My dad's flat went up in flames on Monday 2nd July 2007.
My feet were wet and cold when the fire engines turned up about 3 minutes later.

I can't be bothered to write the rest of the events.

The Fire team were amazing.