7th September- 13th September 2015
Time flies. Time is uncontrollable. Time is time.
This week has flown by. It feels like only yesterday I was typing last weeks post. I’ve spent the past week pondering and reflecting about certain things.
This time three weeks ago I was in Pallaskenry in Limerick enjoying the Phoenix Challenge with 800 Scouts. I may have slightly forgotten to mention the fact that I edited the Phoenix video last week. Videos in relation to events etc. always evoke emotions within me as the memories resurface.
We started studying Elizabeth Bishop’s poetry in English before the summer holidays. To be completely honest I wasn’t a big fan of her poetry initially, but I’ve started to grow fond of her poetic style. ‘The Fish” in particular strikes me in such an unexplainable manner. My imagination may just wander off now and then, but it’s the way that I perceive the poem. I can find so many different indirect, and direct links between the fish, Bishop and myself. It’s not that I can relate to the cold vertebrate or a 20th century poet, but I understand the poem (in my own way) and somehow I can relate.
I’ve never owned a fish, and quite frankly I’m not too sure how one interacts with their pet fish. You can’t pet it (or so I presume anyways) or bring it for walks. You can feed it, as well as clean their tank. I’d love one of those massive fishtanks one day containing the most vibrant, extraordinary fish. There are over 33,000 fish species, all unique. Blub blub blub.
I started making notes for several different subjects and is it weird that in the maddest way possible it’s slightly relaxing? I knew that I was weird but I didn’t realise that I was that weird..
On Saturday I went to Scouting Ireland’s EGM National Council and it was great to see so many of my friends again. I have so many Scouting friends that I rarely get to see as they live all over the country. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without the opportunities and experiences I’ve lived through thanks to Scouting. A new Chief Scout was elected, as well as a new International Commissioner. Congratulations to both Christy McCann and Claire McAroe for being elected and a sincere well done to all who had the courage to put themselves up for election. Even though Ollie Kehoe, Sean Farrell, Pat O’ Connor, Glenn Webster and Francis Minogue didn’t get elected, they have achieved so much that will last a lifetime. I once read a quote by Bear Grylls which said:
“Survival can be summed up in three words: never give up. That’s the heart of it really. Just keep trying”.
All of the candidates campaigned in a fair manner until the end. They received the support and encouragement to pursue in something that they believed in. It brings me great joy to say that I am part of this organisation called Scouting Ireland.
I’m going to Higher Options in the RDS next Wednesday and I suppose that brings me to the topic of next year. See, time has come into it once again. I’ve been looking through different courses online and I’m currently stuck between three/ four different courses that have caught my eye. Some say that I’m logical, others say that I’m illogical. #OrlaLogic doesn’t do me any favours in this case, but I am trying to think about my options for next year logically and stuff.
Lawl. Countdown Timer. TIME. I wanted to emphasise the ‘time’ in ‘timer’ but it looks kinda stupid now in bold. Oh well. Maybe this will become a weekly thing? A screenshot from the Countdown Timer stating the weeks, days, hours, minutes and seconds remaining.
Week 2 of 40 is complete. Roll on week 3. Who knows what it’ll bring. Maybe it’ll bring a fish, who knows?
Don’t Be A Sheep, Be Unique.