1 week until the A Day To Remember signing.
1 week until the A Day To Remember gig.
1 week until I see my favourite band. The band that taught me how to live. How to think. The band that taught me the morals I have now. The band that taught me to have faith in myself and others. The band that was there when nobody else was. The band, that in essence, saved my life.
On the 10th of February 2014, A Day To Remember are playing Glasgow. They are also doing a signing the same day. Not only can I see my favourite band perform my favourite songs live, right in front of me, I can also meet them, and speak to them. Hear their voices. Get some quality time with them, even if it is just for a minute! I get to hand Jeremy my letter explaining to them how much they mean to me, and how happy I am they are a band, and just how grateful I really am.
Today, it is the 3rd of February 2014, and I have the privilege of going to school. To where? To a hellhole, full of judgmental, stereotypical bullies. For what? To get a semi - decent education in a world where people are fighting to be best. In a tired, old building which the residents are surely sick of, just as much as the students are. It's not a well looked after school, the grass is dead and has not been cut for a good year or two, but nothing is getting done, the cafeteria food is bland and hardly nutritious for a 'growing kid', and definitely is not part of their '5 a day'. It's atrocious, and if there's one thing I have sworn, it is to never, ever send my child to that school. I guess it will do until I get out of this town.
8:24am I walk in the main entrance, and sigh heavily. My music is just loud enough to drown out the robotic, meaningless conversations about how "wasted" everyone was at the weekend. The odd "popular" girl will walk past me, short skirt barely covering their arse and a thin white school shirt. I sighed again. It's February. In Scotland. It's winter. It's fucking freezing, we're lucky if it reaches to 3 degrees. I'm drowned in about three layers of clothing. And here are girls parading about like it's 700 degrees outside. Why the fuck am I here, I thought to myself. Sometimes I think my mum hated me and that's why she made me come here,
