Friday, 18 May 2018

"You can't really love them"

I feel as though the way I perceive the word love is different to the way a lot of other people perceive love.

I say that I love people a lot. I say that I love my family, I say that I love my friends, I say that I love people who make me smile; man, I even say that I love people I hardly know at all.

Does that take away from my meaning? Not at all. I believe that to be so loving is a quality that so many people are missing. I'm told so often that I can't love people without knowing them, but I ask them why not? The world is so full of anger and hatred; why shouldn't I fill a little of it with love? To love somebody doesn't mean that you are totally in love with everything about them. It simply means that you see them for who they really are. You see their true, inner goodness and are infatuated with that.

Lots of love, 
Marti xxx

Friday, 11 May 2018

If I was starting highschool again

I was talking to one of my little friends earlier (love you lots, Lysi) and she told me that she wanted to do more. This made me smile. It got me thinking about my younger self and what I would do differently if I could turn back time. I love the way things have turned out, and strongly believe that every decision I made along the way contributed to the place I am now. However, for the sake of this post, I am going to ignore that and tell you straight from the heart how I would approach the first few years of secondary school now that I'm a few weeks off finishing. 
  1. I would sign up to every extra-curricular activity the school was offering. Netball? Samba? Science? I would sign up to each and every one. I think that when I was in my first year, I was convinced that everybody already knew how to do these things and that I would look silly. That is not true in the slightest, and even if it is; you're going to make some pretty groovy friends in the process!
  2. I would learn to play an instrument. Pretty similar to point one, and something I wish I did when I didn't have the commitment of exams
  3. I'd keep up with the swimming lessons. Galas seemed lit ;)
  4. I'd join youth groups outside of school. I had no idea how many there were, and am I strong believer in making friends in all kinds of places
  5. I'd not put too much pressure on myself to make close friends. Friendships grow with time, and you're not doing anything wrong if somebody doesn't call you their best friend. 
  6. I'd relax. Life is good and nothing matters as much as you think it does :)
All my love, 
Elder Marti :p xxx


Friday, 4 May 2018

We're not the same

A quick heads up- this is going to be a very quick post and I'm not sure how much sense it will make. I just need to get some things out of my head and hey, where better to share them? :) Pretty sure I took this pic on the way to Calais when everybody else was sleeping on the French trip in case you're wondering :p

I feel like I learn so much every day. Looking back on the person I was last month, last week or even yesterday is just so strange. It blows my mind how much we grow and develop
 as people in such a short space of time, but I digress. 

Last week, the main thing I picked up on was how different we all are. I'm doing NCS this July, which I'm super excited about. A lot of people don't understand why. They don't see why I'd want to spend my summer camping with strangers. To me: it's an adventure. Sure, it's scary, but that's what makes me even more excited. One of my friends said that he doesn't want to do it because he won't know anyone. I said to him that we'd make loads of friends. This is where I think our views differ significantly. He told me it takes years to make a friend. I was puzzled. 

I told him about a camp I went on a few years ago. We were camping in Durham, and I didn't know all that many people. After a long coach trip, I was told that I was in a tent with two other girls. One of which I knew from other camps and the other I'd never met. It took one night  for us to become friends. We fell asleep wrapped up in sleeping bags next to each other and all woke up hugging for warmth. That's the kind of friendship that just happens, and I know that there is a reason for it. I'm not in contact with either of them anymore, but I have some of the best memories with them. Friends aren't always going to be with you for life, but they'll be a part of it. And that's what matters.

That's just the way I see things, but again, I've realised how different we all are. That's the beauty of things :)
Lots of love, 
Marti xxx


Friday, 27 April 2018

'Shoving your faith down someone's throat'

I find this concept interesting. 
It's something that so many people are passionate about, and by passionate I mean angry. It's one of the reasons why I sometimes bite my tongue in situations where faith comes up- simply because I don't want to argue with somebody over something so close to my heart.

My faith is something that has been shaped massively by outside influences. Does this mean that other people have shoved their views down my throat? A little, sometimes. Do I resent them for it? Not even in the slightest.

A massive part of religion involves sharing the word with others. It's so important, for people of that religion, that other people have the opportunity to have a relationship with their God. Christians, for example, believe that God craves this relationship with others, and asks us to communicate this with others. I think this is where the misconception comes from.

I was in Leeds a little while ago with one of my friends and we saw a man wearing a sandwich board that read: 'Trust in Jesus Christ and you will be saved'. That man could either have been wearing the board because he'd been paid to spread the message, or because he truly believed it. Either way, the intention this beautiful. 

I can imagine that the man got a negative reaction from a lot of people, which I completely understand. I often feel overwhelmed when I'm approached by people of other religions who want to share their word with me. Next time this happens to you, I ask you to approach the situation with an open mind. These people are not trying to shove their faith down your throat, they are loving you and want you to be saved. Whether you agree with them or not, be just and let them speak. I think that's a message we can all carry forward.

Lots of love,
Marti xxx

Friday, 20 April 2018

School isn't everything

We are not robots. Our sole purpose is not to churn out grades. 

There is so much pressure on us to do well at school. So much. I often find myself wondering why the system is still the way it is and why the education system leaves me feeling so unhappy. The truth is that we have so much more substance than numbers. Our value should not be purely based on our academic ability and we should be allowed to have a life outside of school. This is something that I have a huge opinion on. Teachers tell us that when exams roll around, we must drop any other activities. Friends of mine tell me that they're not starting a job, or starting something they love until after exams. It makes me feel so sad. 

If any other community, say the places I volunteer at, told me to drop all other activities so that I can focus solely on that, everyone would be outraged. School should be no different. I am motivated to do my best in my exams. I will revise and put every piece of effort I have into them, but I will not be asked to put them ahead of everything else. A sheet of paper with some letters and numbers on will not benefit me any more than expanding my faith will, than learning to be kinder to others will, than spending time with others will.

School, you have some thought to put into your system. How about we all take a GCSE in kindness, morality and communication huh? 

Not all of us were made to tell you how to use the cosine rule.

Lots of love,
Marti xxx



Friday, 13 April 2018

Staying Away

Drama.

It's everywhere, whether that be in the form of tension, misunderstanding, or resentment; it can be really hard to avoid.


It's something that, especially in the school environment, people seem to thrive off, and that they seemingly grow closer from. I'm writing this post because I really don't understand. It's at a point now where people will start telling me about their arguments and I will just cut them off. I'm not a savage- stay with me haha, I just can't bring myself to understand or want to be any part of it.

I think a lot of it comes down to perspective and morals. We all stand in different places when it comes to what we believe, and that is totally okay- beautiful in fact. I accept that arguments are sometimes unavoidable. I accept that if somebody hurts you, you're going to want to retaliate. What I don't understand is the need to purposely hurt other people. It's against everything that we're taught from a young age. We know in ourselves how painful it is to be treated badly; so why are we inflicting that pain on others?

I think that sometimes I distance myself too much from everything that's going on. I love people to pieces, which is why I can't bear to hurt or be hurt by them. Whenever tension arises, I back away. I feel like sometimes it distances my relationships with people because their arguments seem to bring them closer to people when they've made up. The flaw in this is that the cycle continues and more pain arises.

I just wanted to share my thoughts with you beautiful people, and maybe learn a little more about why people crave drama so much. If you have any thoughts on the subject, please share them because I'd love to listen.

I found a YouTube video that reiterates what I'm saying in the context of faith. Maybe people fill their lives with drama because their craving something bigger...just a thought ;)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-SNRBQsHa8

Lots of love,
Marti xxx

Friday, 6 April 2018

What I've Learnt this Easter

It's been awhile.

Where I live; we broke up for Easter last Thursday and are currently fishing the first week of the holidays. I planned a blog post for last week, but didn't feel like the post had enough umph. I was posting just for the sake of it, and that didn't feel right. So here I am, one week later, sharing with you what I've learnt through a week of beautiful chaos. Enjoy!

I started my Easter after work on Saturday night by going to my friend's confirmation. It was a beautiful service, and really brought the meaning of Easter to my heart. What I loved most was seeing the Cathedral full of people showing their support to friends and family confirming their faith.

We had a meal on Sunday with my family and visited the grandparents, which of course meant an egg hunt ;) I went to an evening service later, followed by deep meaningful chats over ice cream. You really do learn the most over ice cream ;)

In summary: I've learnt that it's the little things that matter most. We often measure life in years, when really it's measured in moments. 

Something to think about.
All my love,
Marti xxx

P.S. Meet Donovan!

Friday, 16 March 2018

Back to Basics


Today I decided to tell you a little too much about myself. Enjoy :)

I doodled this at drama, but I think it looks pretty sick















  1. I listen to my headphones way too loud
  2. I don't use Snapchat
  3. I keep the tea bag in my tea
  4. I always use long spoons
  5. I have a Blue Peter badge
  6. I wrote to the Queen when I was seven 
  7. I once dislocated my leg playing Wii bowling
  8. I've never lost a game of musical chairs
  9. I'm the second youngest
  10. My favourite ladybird book was The Gigantic Turnip
  11. I can make an origami T-Shirt
  12. I played laser tag this one time and failed miserably
  13. I've always had a pet
  14. I used to have nightmares about Homer Simpson
  15. I still sleepwalk sometimes
  16. My favourite food is sweetcorn
  17. I broke my first phone by sitting on it
  18. I've always wanted to be an agony aunt
  19. I have really random and vivid memories
  20. I've never dyed my hair
  21. I've always wanted to be angry enough for slam poetry
  22. My favourite childhood TV show was 6teen 
  23. My name backwards is Itram Gnillets
  24. I don't mind exams all that much
  25. I've surprised myself reading these back through :P
Lots of love,
Marti xxx

Friday, 9 March 2018

Where you go to school and why it doesn't matter

I'm trying not to get too passionate about this before I end up upsetting someone (it happens more than you'd think haha!)

I go to a northern state school. There are only two secondary schools where I live, one being a selective grammar school and the other being an academy. Some of my friends go to my school, some go to grammar school, others go to school outside of the city and some are moving from one to the other for sixth form. I think it's beautiful- the amount we learn from each other though our differences. Recently though, I've found this difference less attractive. 

I'm proud of my school. It's small, it can be very strict, and yes- the teachers have walkie talkies. Sometimes, it can feel a little like a prison. But do you know what? It's Ofsted Outstanding. We have some incredible teachers who will do everything they can to support you. We have trips abroad, performances and get praised for our achievements- just like any good school. 

I hear things like 'I always feel scared when people from the academy are walking towards me', 'no offence but I hate people at the academy', 'they're chavs' and 'that's good for the academy' way too much. It's pointless, because in the end, our exam results aren't going to differ all that much.

There's this stereotype that people who go to my school are stupid. Let me tell you this: two people who are on my table in maths are predicted a level 9. Another friend of mine continuously gets high marks in science mocks. I'm going to embarrass my sister now by saying that she left this school (before it even became an academy) with fourteen GCSE passes and four A Levels. A test you take at the end of primary school is the worst indication of intelligence I can imagine- especially knowing that lots of people have tutors to help them pass. I love being at a school where everyone is welcome and that's not something that's going to change.

Lots of love, 
Marti xxx
P.S. Happy 125th post!