They say that no one likes change, I for one totally disagree.

After a crazy few weeks again using the excuse of having no time to post here I have once again promised myself I will be more productive with my days, this has been halted over the last week due to my weakness of having no Xbox games (see earlier post) and the purchase of FIFA 12 (which for the record is fantastic)

So as for the title of this post, I have enrolled with the national extension college to do 3A levels. I will soon be receiving my first pieces of work, I am both excited and nervous but know this is something I should of done 6 years ago.

It is also essential if I wish to go on and study primary education at university with the view to eventually getting QTS (qualified teaching status) and being able to teach special educational needs.

As I finish this I realise I'm more excited than nervous and am all happy and fuzzy inside although this may have been caused by the sight of the popadoms arriving in front of me and the general smell of tamatanga the best restaurant in Nottingham. Very excited for my lunch.

Now playing - blacklisted - wish

Old Guards, New Methods

Standing against the odds to take back what they took.
Some fight with stones, some fight with guns.
But instead I choose to fight with my pen and my notebook.
Nothing for the ninth ward, just more of the same.
Wealthy wolves smell the blood of opportunity.
Send in the sheep to develop a New Orleans.
A new twist for an old division game.

New wars. New kings.
The pigs came here to take everything.
No wars. No kings.
We gotta stop the blood-letting.

What about the overcrowded projects where desperation calls?
What about the lack of education and the lack of love?
But most of all: what about the innocent in rooms with bars and
three walls? Can you tell me, where is the justice in Philly for
MOVE and Mr. Jamal?

New wars. New kings.
The pigs came here to take everything.
No wars. No kings.
We gotta stop the blood-letting.

I've read about people found without the copper tokens around their necks
whose hands you cut off and left bleeding to death.
I've read about Hampton's murder by the state while he slept.
Our lives are all on trial and you still remain the "judge"
While the Injustice machine stays greased up with innocent blood.

No war