Sam’s Vids That Make You Go Hmmm . . .

Category: Inspiring

Theme: Happiness

 

Name three things on your happy playlist.

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personal addition 14 – TV shows

Excellent question Melissa. What are some of our favourite TV series to binge watch? I always go back to “The Office” or “Parks and Rec” or “30 Rock”. I just watched an episode of “The Good Wife” on Netflix, where a main character gets killed off. It bothered me so much, that I went back and re-watched some other episodes in the seasons so I could pretend the character didn’t die. What are some other side- effects of binge watching TV?

jenna zappia

One of my favourite activites is watching tv shows. I could sit around all day and watch a tv series on Netflix. Name a series and I’ve probably seen it. I would rather watch 4 episodes of a show than watch a two hour movie. I get so involved in the characters and their stories and it’s just a good escape from my mundane life.

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Personal Addition #18 – NPGHS

Class trip to New Zealand. Who’s in?

ellieincanada

NPGHS stands for New Plymouth Girls’ High School (my school!!). I’ve said a few bits and bobs about my school in New Zealand in other posts but then I remembered there’s this video that my school made to show overseas for international students and since I always get questions about my school, if you want to see the uniforms, campus, hostel, and also a few accents (which I know you love) then you can now watch this video 🙂

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The worst bus ride

I feel like I am on the bus with Megan. Particularly love the line “the sass of a fourteen year old cheerleader who for got her pom-poms at home”. Anybody else have a horrific bus ride story? I know I do . . .

The elephant in the room

In this boxed shaped compartment on wheels everyone stands too close for comfort in an assembly line. Looking through the sea of noise and strangling tongues, I can see few familiar faces. Strangers vomit their words into this dirty toilet bowl of an atmosphere. Sweaty hands hold onto the yellowing pole, three other hands latch onto this pole for dear life.

My eardrums started to ring as sharp,dirty fingernails began scratching the interior of my chirping stomach. The pounding of my heartbeat raced with anxiety and fell into the dark pit of fear like the drop of doom. The lady with a bee’s nest of hair stands hunched before me, hoisting herself onto the platform, and forgetting her posture at the grocery store. I leap two feet to get the one seat absorbed with dirt and I sit while hugging my bag. Tears of panic thunderstorm down my cheeks and…

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