Mrs. Hilary Warrington

My name is Amy Miller. I am the Cadet Corporal at the Cardinia Combined St John Ambulance. You know me because I have been a part of your division for several years and have for some time considered myself to be your friend.
Today, I would like to take this opportunity to raise some objections and complaints I have come across whilst working alongside you as a part of Cardinia Combined.

It has recently been brought to my attention that you had made some remarks about my appearance at the ceremony where I received my promotion from Senior Cadet to Senior Cadet Corporal. The comments were made to another cadet (whose name will remain unmentioned for privacy) whilst I was not present. This cadet has also discussed their displeasure at the comments made.
The comments in question were as follows and they are naturally paraphrased as I was unable to hear them first hand:
You questioned whether myself and the other cadet ever checked our appearance before leaving to attend meetings in uniform.
You then went on to say that we were not to wear our black skirts as part of the uniform or we would have to wear jumpers.
What came next appalled me and hurt my feelings. Your next comment was that you believed our appearance in uniform to be unflattering and that was why we must not wear skirts.
Specifically you said that the skirt was far too tight on my hips and stomach.
I do not appreciate these comments as I have previously worn this very same uniform yet I have lost weight since I wore it last so it does not sit as tight as it previously did. Also on this issue, I do not wear the St John uniform because it is flattering to my figure. I do not come to St John Ambulance to be stared at. I do it because I like the opportunity I am given. I do it because I am proud to be a cadet.

My second complaint regards your treatment of Angelique Zacaris. I understand that you have differing views to Angelique and she becomes the topic of discussion and minor jokes. I have also taken part in lightly mocking her. I do not say it is particularly right but I do believe this to be harmless and all in fun. What upsets me is the harsh way in which you tore down her dreams of becoming a doctor.
You may be quite right in saying that Angelique will not be able to become a doctor through her current course of schooling or attitude to learning. It is the way you went about it that upsets me so.
Angelique is far from emotionally mature and your tone in addition to the things you were saying about the poor girls dreams hurt her. The pain caused was visible from how she looked. Although she regained her composure quite quickly, the damage was done.

I must speak up about your husband, Mr Herbert Mueller. It seems to me that although you are no longer living with him as though married, you will not deter him from interfering in your St John life. For the sake of professionalism, something must be done. You put the image and reputation of St John Ambulance in jeopardy by allowing him to loiter around our vehicle whilst on duty.
Mr Mueller is not only a hazard to the oxygen tank due to his habit of smoking beside our vehicle, there are hygiene issues. Mr Mueller does not care much for his appearance or personal hygiene and these standards are absolutely foul. Such poor hygiene within the vicinity of our vehicle used for the treatment of the injured public is not acceptable.
Mr Mueller is also far from self aware and problematic when it is necessary to treat casualties. I have had to remove Mr Mueller from where I was treating once as he was trying to tell a casualty with an injured leg to move as the casualty was in his chair. I was made to waste my time and the incident did not look good for St John Ambulance's reputation.

I regret to inform you, Mrs Warrington, that I am severely displeased with the current goings on of this division and I am questioning my role in its participation. I feel that perhaps a short reprieve from the division is necessary so that the division will be able to make reparations and so that I may also remove myself from that which displeases me.

Miss Amy Miller
Senior Cadet Corporal
Cardinia Combined Division
St John Ambulance Australia

Fuck This Shit. I'm Going To Hogwarts!

Do you ever wish that an imaginary place was real? Wouldn't the whole world be better off if it was?
I have discovered yet another of my idiosyncrasies: If I don't like it, I'm not there. I even shout it at appropriate moments to make my point. Just last week my parents were fighting when I did indeed shout the following statement at them: "Fuck this shit, I'm going to Hogwarts!"
It is to protect me from something I don't want to face.
Be wary of Hogwarts and don't question me if I leave to go there.

For Funsies

Ok, so we all know I'm weird. At least, you SHOULD even if you don't.
So, I have come up with three challenges and it is your task to complete one if you can. Or two or all of them if you're super awesome.
"Why?" you whine to me. Because I am awesome and you will be rewarded. Nothing like the idea of a mystery prize to get people to do things for you.
"What?" you ask. I'm getting there, I'm getting there. Naturally these tasks are a tad odd and you may not like any of them so you'll just be lame and do none. The last should be fun. The first definitely is.
Proof is needed for all tasks. This is photos, signed notes, etc. I can help you but only once and once only (not once for any task)

Task Uno:
Obtain a complete outfit of other peoples clothing and then wear it.
RULES: You may only get one piece of clothing from any person. Socks don't count as one but you get extra marks for odd socks or socks from different people. Even if you're a guy, this means getting a bra. You don't have to wear the person underwear.

Task Two:
Wear only an outfit of post-it notes for no less than 3 hours.
Rules: Gladwrap may be used to help keep the post-it notes on. You have to have at least one landmark in your proof photos. A landmark is a school, pizza shop, post office, laundromat etc.

Task Three:
May 72 peoples days in the city - Give free hugs!
Rules: You have to have a free hugs sign. You need a photo for EVERY person you hug. Multiple people in a photo count.


Have fun...First to complete wins the ultimate prize :D
Pick a task and let me know or help me with mine: Task UNO

I need:
Hat
Tie
2x socks
Top
Pants/skirt/shorts
Bra
Underwear
Jacket/jumper

Little Sara

Let's tell a story. Seven and a half years ago when my friend Mark found out his mum was in labour, he came over to my house. All he wanted was for me to help him make a bracelet for his little sister currently fighting her way into the world. So I helped him. It was a bright bracelet that he made, with deep reds and blues. There was even a tiny bit of pink.
The red spheres are for Oma, Opa, Darcy, Mark, Sara and the bunnies, Flops, Breakfast and Huff.
I used to look after Sara after school when she was really little because her mum had to work. When she was about three, they moved away and I didn't see her as much.
Last year, Mark was with his mum packing up their stuff and getting ready to leave. By the time the smoke was close enough to inhale, his mum was sprinting across the back of their property trying to get down to the gum trees where Sara was playing with their sheepdog.
Then Mark forced her to leave.
Mark walked all the way from the end of Army Road to my house at 4am in the morning. He sat there and talked to me for a couple hours. He told me he'd had to pick his mum up and carry her to the car because she wouldn't leave. We fell asleep at about five. Mark woke me up at seven. He'd walked all that way just to talk to me. Then he just gave me her bracelet and left. I didn't understand for a while because he stopped where I did. And then started again.
For Mark,whose sister I have known all her life. All six years.

Fire burning through my nights
The fretful dreaming in my mind
Children caught who now roam free
Outlived their days with none to see
I hold a bracelet with bloody flowers
Reminding me of how you spent your hours
Crying, hurting and caught in flames
To never speak or smile again
You keep me turning and I scream
As I feel the pain you must have been
In; While my flesh burns from the heat
I cling to a bracelet of garish beads
With a dog curled by my side
I relive each night how you died
And every breath holds hate and spite
For one inferno sparked from one light
I cannot breath now, my chest is tight
Flames remind me of you tonight
You hold my hand until I believe
There will be sleep and you leave
I am awake and dazed - My throat is dry
Your bracelet rests before my eyes
I miss you Sara so I cry.

Real Mature Kids.

You're fifteen. She's sixteen (just). You do NOT get to plan to get married or have kids. Get a life and be mature!
You want to crack the shits with me? Go ahead: Prove my point.
You may not ask a lot but you ask it often and it adds up to one big heap of "I can't be fucked any more". I honestly don't give a shit if he calls you or if you call him. It's not my business nor is it my job to care. So keep me out of it.
I never boss you around over your relationship. I only ever tell you what displeases me about it. I don't have to be happy with your stupid "I wuvv yous" or pet names. Again, it's none of my business.
I don't hate you for being with my brother. I hate that you are both being ridiculously immature about your relationship. You were told NOT to have sex for a reason. The reason is that you could end up with consequences that need to be carried around for nearly ten months. You are not mature enough for that. Neither of you are.
You want to get married. You're even engaged. You're also very, very stupid and naive. Go ahead and be in love but don't expect much support. You two need to grow up a great deal before you are in any way ready to be partnered FOR LIFE.
Do you know what that scare cost this family?
If you can't even follow correct English conventions, how the hell are you supposed to prove you can make MATURE decisions in your life? You want to be a big girl and man up to what you did? Do your parents know what happened? Or don't they need to, right?
Your family IS my family if you want to be mature about your relationship. I'm not putting this on you. I'm putting it on you AND Scott. It takes two to have sex.
Try screwing up your life on your own time when we no longer count.

Something Unpredictable. But In The End It's Right

Holy SHIT! I had the time of my life tonight. I was supposed to be on duty but hey, firies are volunteers too and Hils was cool with it. I even managed to leave the venue with a guys shirt and a tie o.O. I am a Hopper!
For my awesomely awesomeness, I have hereby been inducted into the Hoppers Crossing Firie community. I also got to learn the motto: The hotter you are the faster we come. And of course: If you call us hot and heavy, we'll leave you wet. Gotta love firies. And Matt, who smells good even if it's mostly wood smoke.
It was good to talk to him. He was ridiculous but in a fun way that made me forgive his stoopidity.
I was made for wearing other peoples clothes.
From the comfort of Matt's top, I hereby xxxoo you
Sweet Dreams
St John Girl

I Can't Hear It. Repeat. Say It Again! What Is It? Listen To Perdita.

You can tell me as often as you like that I am...unique. You can say it with the same inflection. Tell everyone that will listen that I am just different. I know your lie, I know what it means.
I spent the whole day with these people, being attacked and having my opinions violated. I know what they mean. I stood there and I looked at what they were doing. I ran down the beach to get away from them. You just saw the smiles, the fake, fake smiles to warn you.
I snapped. Something is broken inside and I am not prepared to deal with any more. I am no longer working inside. There is something that doesn't fit any more and it has changed things.
All day, I have heard it. It was a quiet mumbling throughout the day, becoming louder and louder until it has reached the point where I am crying in bed with my laptop's heat scorching my legs. And I am hiding, no longer safe under the covers, with Damien trying to settle me. And it is not working.
It is coming back, that word. No! I don't want it. It is becoming louder and louder and I am scared. Your lips are forming that cruel word and I am sick. It is coming. It is coming. It is coming. freak. Freak. FREAK. FREAK!

The Girl Next Door Doing Yoga

You have perfect lines on your front lawn
So does the girl next door
But you were too busy planning spontaneity
To find out what she was looking for
And she lives alone with an orange tree
That drops seeds over your fence
That you want to plant into an orange tree
But just to look alike is your defence

Oh, you caught her once doing yoga
The girl who still lives next door
She saw you watching and she pulled you over
Told you what she was looking for
Made you help her wash her dog
And then you painted on her car
And it was already a rainbow
But to please her you painted stars
Now you’re back inside working nine to five
Coz you’re human with bills to pay
While she’s busy giving piano lessons
Making money her own way

Now in the mornings you’re doing yoga
With the girl who still lives next door
Across the road kids watch until she pulls them over
And they join in until they can’t do any more
Then you get her a coffee and go inside
To watch her dancing with her class
From your kitchen windows
On the wrong side of the glass

Next weekend you’re going hiking
Because she asked to go
And you know that you really don’t want to
But you’ll go when she says so
You’re learning guitar and growing your hair
You got yourself a pet goat
His name you can’t pronounce
But she takes him out in her boat

And you go swimming before you do yoga
But there’s no girl next door
When you saw the kids you pulled them over
They gave you a letter and you cried till you were sore
She’s alone somewhere on a mountain
Telling a guy she found what she was looking for
While doing yoga with the guy next door.

Response To Elegies

Beloved! Be Loved.

Beloved! Be Loved. Days are done;
You have faced all weathers, your experiences won
Home is near, angels hear, your heart is exulting
But beating stillness without feeling, my face grim and baring
Still Heart! heart. Heart!

No more beating blood red
For in the casket lays you
Face of cold and dead.

Beloved! Be Loved. You are praised so all is well
But return to us - You so are loved - Can you not tell?
We bring our flowers. There are wreaths the black hole crowding
we sway on our feet, mascara a mess and away our faces turning.
Beloved! So Loved!
My warm hand to your face
It forces tears to eyes
To know you feel no embrace.

Beloved has no answer, pale of face, cold. So still.
Does not feel my childish fingers pulsating while I will
beloved is home now, her resting face sound
While I fear and smile away. return her to her ground
Smile friends to remember
As I mourn with every tread
For soon I must leave this place
Where Beloved lies cold. Lies dead.

This was written as part of my Literature- Creating workbook. after many weeks of diligent poetry study and analysis, it was time to begin my responses. Already written were "The Babe", "Response to Poem", "Ode to My Mid-Morning Snack", Response to: Sonnet 130 and Tarantella. There was also an unnamed poem by 'Lemony Snickett' himself.
"Beloved! Be Loved." was written in response to the topic of elegies and based on the form of "O Captain! My Captain!" by Walt Whitman. Whitman writes his elegy upon reflection of the loss of Abraham Lincoln. My elegy is for the death of my mother.
Any analysis, critiques, comments or odd observations are welcome.
For now, I'll just wait in the orange tree and do yoga.

Just Cranky Is All

In the last three days, I have not had enough sleep. I don't need to be forgiven for it, I just need you to be aware.
I do not like to judge people. I think it's rude and it makes people look like idiots. The world has plenty of those without adding me to its list.

So when I tell you that you reek of cigarette smoke and I feel quite ill, it's because I feel sick. I don't care that you're underage and have smoked on school property. I care that you are making me think I might be about to vomit in front of my entire year level. I'm not judging you. I'm telling you that you may do as you please but I won't be around for it or afterward. I like feeling well.

It's not that I don't like you. I'm just cranky is all.