WAS SUPPOSED TO PUBLISH BEFORE Can't really think of an appropriate title or something to sum up what I have written adequately so this is just me rambling on :)

Okay, so we have to do like this sort of enterprise thing and raise money for a charity. At first when my tutor group was told, I thought, this is a lot of effort and I don't think we have any good ideas. I wasn't really being pessimistic. It is just that every tutor group in college is doing this enterprise thing and no doubt that the majority will settle with a cake or sweet sale. I thought, let's face it. Out of my group, who would make cakes? I mean, I do not know how to use an oven - to be honest, I think it is just there for decoration. It comes, extra free, with the thing on top - I think it is a called a hob. 

So yesterday my tutor asked us to come up with ideas. I had many. My first idea was all of us put like a pound in and convince friends to as well. Sir would never need to know that the extent of our enterprise - which means full of initiative - is merely asking people to part with their cash. My second idea was that we use sir's addiction against him, by doing something involved with gambling. then enter Hawa with the idea of using valentines day to our advantage. She tells us we could make jewellery and we all agree, that it was no doubt, the mist enterprising idea that we had come up with, but that it would be a lot more successful in a primary school. I had had a fleeting thought about selling loom bands, but remembered that it had been cast out by society a long time ago. 

We finally decided that we would do Valentines day cards. Humorous ones, or ones to oneself. Like ' Oh crap, it's Valentines day - I deserve a box of chocolates for being awesome!' 

Hopefully, that works and we make some money :) 

Yesterday was Candlemas. 

So far, I have been talking about yesterday. It's because yesterday affects today I guess. I mean, new girl in tutor group, then I see her with Hassan the next day. And as said, yesterday was Candlemas, and the priest in my church Valerie, was like when it comes to Candlemas, the whether determines what the weather would be. That is a bit jumbled up isn't it?  Candlemas is 40 days after Christmas, and it is celebrated in church, the week closest to it. This is as Candlemas marks the end of the Christmas season. Anyway, so Valerie was like there was a saying, or something. If it rained on Candlemas, then winter would be no more, however, if it did not, then expect more winter. I thought, you cannot say something like that - pin the weather down on a single day. Then Candlemas, Monday, came. It was not sunny, but it was not windy too. I was with my friend at the bus stop, and she said she could feel spring coming, and so I had safely concluded that soon, the wind and cold would die away, and a warm breeze and mild warmth would gladly take its place. How wrong I was. I opened the front door this morning, expecting it to be nice weather. No, actually. I wasn't expecting anything - the weather had not even crossed my mind. I opened the door to find that clinging to the: ground; frail bare branches of the trees; roof tops and cars was winter; the type of winter that I so was not willing to bear. There, abundant everywhere was snow. 

I could feel a shiver run through my body. It hurt so much. The stupid bloody cold. 

I had a biology practical and part of it was keeping milk to a constant temperature of 35 degrees by cupping it in my hands. Now imagine my hands; so painfully cold, that any wisp of heat would make my hands incredibly sore. At the end, everyone else's milk had coagulated, however, mines was icy. I would love to say that the milk did not mean anything; that we were just killing time. I would love to, but it was a real controlled assessment practical screwed up because of cold hands. Luckily, my biology teacher is like the nicest person ever, She had told us it was exam conditions, yet she gave us constant tips, and deliberately neglected it when we made a mistake. She even let us talk, all though out, whilst making jokes about how she would get fired for this. She allowed me to make up results. I looked at Nikita's work and modified my answers based on it. :) 

But literally, the cold sucks!