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Well firstly ouchers I have been a tad under the weather of late, hence the lack of my presents here, but alas I am breaking down even more barriers by blogging thru my extreme illness… No ouchers this is not related to my disability but I have a cold and need lots of sympathy and love. One thing that has helped me feel slightly better is the arrival of my ouch podcast mug, witch I of course filled with Lemsip.

Despite the constant flow of gunk descending from my nasal passageways, I have been trying to work out what the hell I’m going to do with my life once I leave collage.

My very original plan was to one day be a PE teacher, something I would still like to do but to be quite frank is hardly a suitable job given all my ‘issues’ with things like seeing the ball before it hits me in the face and standing on one leg without falling over. it would be near impossible, a dream out the window there. And I can honestly say when I woke up and accepted that, it hurt a lot that’s my disability deciding I can't do a job. I’m fine with it now, I mean would you want me teaching your kids PE, think of the risk assessments….

My next plan was to be an osteopath or chiropractor unfortunately last year I massively didn’t get the grades I needed to do osteopathy, so that has flown out the window.

So I started this year my 3rd and final year at collage not having a clue what I wanted to do as a degree subject or were. I did quite a lot of searching and hurrah I found a degree I wanted to do. In fact it seemed to perfectly tie in with everything I want to do. I wanted to do disability studies at uni, the only problem being there are only 2 universities in England that do the course, one in Liverpool and one on the border in Scotland. So if you want to do disability studies and you live up north your fine, unfortunately, if you live in south Hampshire like I do its quite a problem. Liverpool is a bit out of the question its far to far away, if I could drive it would be less of a problem but I cant, my dad couldn’t even drive me that far. And I can just imagine the trauma of trying to get to Liverpool, complete with long cane or guide dog if I get one by then and a mixture of saucepans baking trays, clothing and all the other stuff people need at uni. So that idea was out and I was left with even less of a clue.

Until on Monday I had a careers interview witch based on previous experiences I was slightly nervous about. (At school there was a very negative response to me and my disability from the careers people) But (to my surprise) it was actually really good. I now no what I want to study at uni I still don’t fully no what I’m going to do with it but I have decided that I want to do a combined honours of human rights and journalism.

Who knows what it will lead to in the form of a career, you never no I might actually land myself a full time job working for ouch at the end of it (hint).

In other news I survived duke of Edinburgh with the following fall scores:

Day one: 5
Day two: 9 (including falling in cow poo)
Day three: 4… but I stopped counting, when we tried to cross the marsh.

I fell over literally about every step on the marsh, ended up waist deep in water. my walking boots now smell horribly like bog!

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