it's 00:06 am and I'm 18, I can't stop crying over this email from my sociology teacher lol.
on my third day i had three new supervisors! the main one was the owner of the law firm who turned not to be not very intimidating like i thought he would be! he was very fun and nice! and he bought everyone in the office food which was really nice but i couldn't eat it because it wasn't halal :( he offered to go out again and buy me something but there was no way i was making my boss do that. he knew everyone in the magistrates court and i was supposed to see some of the clients with him in the cells but they denied me because i'm too young :// thursday i wrote letters to clients, did some general paperwork, looked at case files and made everyone tea and coffee. the main task that day was a review from a teacher at school which was generally favourable! and my supervisors gave us good reports aswell! i had also gone to youth court that day but it was mainly sitting around since i wasn't allowed inside the court - there was lawyer who was 70 years old who i spoke with in the waiting room, he was actually not far into his career as a lawyer as he decided to become one around the age of 40 which i thought was really coolll. then once all the youth cases were handled my supervisor and i got locked out the office so we played squares in the rain on my notepad, then i drew phoenix wright and thumbtacked it to the main board on the wall!. friday i went on a trip to leamington with another supervisor! leamington is really different to my town, i almost walked into a police station because it looked so done up i thought it was the crown court building! they had soo many good songs on the radio that day, i think i spoke a bit too much though, my supervisor was quite sad from something personal that had happened to her so i just kept talking and trying to cheer her up because she looked like she was constantly on the verge of tears, i think she's really amazing for still coming into work despite everything happening to her. the crown court in leamington is really different to the magistrates court where i live - in the magistrates court the public viewing place is just a few chairs at the back of the room but in the crown court, its a whole seperate place with microphones and a tv screen - i got let off early that day because there quite literally nothing for me to do, i wish i had just stayed there anyways for a few more hours because i kinda miss it, i'm really thankful i had such a good placement! sorry this post is a week late, i thought i had queued it but it turns out it's been sitting in my drafts, since that was the most eventful thing that happened in feb i think i won't make a february roundup since i've already told you everything until next time! Amina
“Fuck it, we slay” (heavy eye bags, dehydrated, on the verge of insanity)
i’ve been away from tumblr alot due to a mix of problems and exams, this blog has been really inactive and it sucks. gosh and bonfire night is supposed to be the best but here i am - lets hope things get better by the third of december so i don’t need to wish i were heather
group outings to old historical buildings and libraries
the looks given to each other when you already know the material from spending your spare time in the library together, reading it for fun
musing with one another in a language that noone around understands (preferably latin)
quoting philosophers and authors during casual conversation
swooning together about the overpriced tweed jacket you saw in the window
looking over your opposing balconies and flying paper plane notes with inscriptions to one another
inspired by a post i saw on pinterest but didn’t get the chance to pin because i lost it in the depths of my feed ~Amimi
god it's 4am, but you know when you're about to give up on something and you give one last shot and it turns out pretty good? well yeah :)
i love and hate having a crush, idk why my heart feels heavy. like im not that good at speaking to people irl but i'm crazy over text, but with him i'm so nervous i can't even do that? its a different kind of torture - and then the few times everything goes well though i'm super happy but then also scared to death of saying something wrong so i pretend to fall asleep or be busy or something like that. it's weird how i feel like i'm barely hanging on to composure and he's nonchalant and uncaring
you know that awkward feeling when you try to forget something and you think you've gotten over it but then you dream about it and you wake up and you're like why me?, why now? that's been me every day for the past year. i hope at some point in the future i can look back at this and not even remember what i was talking about, in the present though this thing is driving me insane
2am, sweater weather, french, books, pastel flower patterned curtains, a moonless night, warm candlelight, artwork tacked onto walls, materials strewn across the floor, grey furry rugs, white furniture with silver hardware, 3 white walls and a single sage green, antique jewellery boxes from my grandma, memory box on my bedside table, rings and chokers, earrings and necklaces, nail files, jade rollers, makeup brushes, matte lipstick
the universe knew I'd be too powerful if I had the capacity to carry on conversations
a series of posts i'd like to do where i watch a movie and write it about it the same day, every day for one week (starting Monday June 26th because I've got exams rn). send me recommendations either via my inbox or even the comments of this post and i'll get back to you soon! know that any and all recommendations will be appreciated!