The Life of Leviathan – Depression, Bullying, Fatigue and Other Obstacles
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Original post by Plagioclase
Where was that walk? It wasn't by any chance from near Holy Isle to Brodick was it?
I'm afraid I don't know where it was, as I didn't do it
Original post by Leviathan1741
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Another great post! Very lucky of you to be able to stay back at the centre, especially after the previous day
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Original post by Matrix123
Another great post! Very lucky of you to be able to stay back at the centre, especially after the previous day
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Thank you! Yes, very! I honestly didn't think they'd let me, I was so grateful that they did
Original post by Leviathan1741
Thank you! Yes, very! I honestly didn't think they'd let me, I was so grateful that they did
Yeah, usually on trips like that, you'd expect to have to do everything
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Original post by Matrix123
Exactly!
@Leviathan1741 sorry to hear you have been sick during your trip :/
I definitely would've enjoyed that 9 miles walk tho
I definitely would've enjoyed that 9 miles walk tho
Hi all! I hope you're all well! This is the penultimate chapter of Arran
3rd April – Day 4 – Coursework Day
Today was the day we’d all been dreading. The day when we’d be out in the field for the final time, putting everything we’d learned (or rather, not learned), into practice.
After breakfast, we gathered our rucksacks and set out to begin our final day. We lined up on the road outside the centre and waited for the bus to come and collect us. When we got onto it,, I noticed that there were some schoolchildren on it too, which was a little bit embarrassing considering how we were all dressed, with woolly hats and gloves, while they only had coats.
We travelled for about half an hour along the winding coastal road before we reached our first coursework location. Kate and John led us down a long path through a patch of woodland, and down onto the section of beach where we’d be making our geological maps. “Alright Hereford!” yelled Kate through the wind, “this is the area you’re going to map. You have one and a half hours, starting now!”
Everyone immediately set about trying to make their maps. Josh, Rachel and I decided to form a team again, and attempted to help each other out. We weren’t very successful though, so we moved on to answering the other questions about health and safety etc, which we thought were slightly easier. The tide had also started to come in, and was rapidly covering up the rocks we were supposed to be mapping, and the weather had taken a significant turn for the worse. The wind had become so strong that we couldn’t actually stand up and walk. Josh, Rachel and I lay down and clung onto a rocky outcrop at the end of the beach for dear life.
“Bloody hell it’s windy!” Josh shouted, struggling to be heard over the din while somebody’s notebook blew past.
“This is bonkers!” Rachel shouted back, grabbing the notebook and handing it back to its owner.
When our time was up, Kate and John told us to gather up our equipment and led us to our next location. We followed them up the beach, across a series of deep bogs, the ‘Path of Doom’ as Josh called it, and back onto the path we came in on. They then took us onto another beach, where we were to carry out the next part of the coursework. Rachel, Josh and I found an example of an imbricate structure (a group of flattish pebbles leaning against each other, showing the direction of water flow), and drew a sketch of it in our notebooks, labelling the direction of the water flow and giving it a scale.
Kate then took us further along the beach, back up to the boggy area. She pointed out a particularly well exposed outcrop, and instructed us to draw a graphic log. Rachel, Josh and I tried our best to draw our logs accurately, but the fact that there was a large chasm between us and the outcrop, coupled with the presence massive bog behind us, which there was a very real danger of falling into, made things rather more difficult.
Before we had the chance to complete our logs, Kate told us that our time was up and that we were going to move on. Thankfully, this time she took us to a field which had a few picnic tables in it, and said that it was time for lunch. We sat on the grass and tried to complete our logs as well as we could, but it wasn’t long before John came along and took them away to be marked.
As we were walking back towards the spot where we’d been dropped off by the bus earlier in the morning, I felt a great sense of relief. The coursework was over, surely there was nothing else left to be done! My relief however, was short lived. Kate and John suddenly left the path, and went marching off along a narrow dirt track. And as always, we had to go after them.
We traipsed along the track for a while, until the trees opened out into fields. We continued along the track, through a gate, and on past the first field. Eventually, the fields turned into moorland, and we found ourselves walking alongside a narrow river. Every now and then, small streams would cross our path, flowing into the river we were following. We had to jump over them in order to pass them, and Josh accidentally slipped into one. “I may or may not have just fallen into that stream” he commented, shaking the water off the bottoms of his trouser legs.
We continued to follow the stream until we came to a large boulder sitting in the middle of it. Kate stopped us, and asked us to make micro and macro descriptions of the boulder in the stream. Everyone groaned, we’d all thought the fieldwork was over. One by one, we clambered onto the boulder to make our descriptions, and finally all of us had made it onto it. “Yay! You’re all on the rock!” Kate said cheerily, before beckoning us all back up the bank to continue our journey. I noticed that next to the river, there was a road at the top of the hill opposite. Was salvation nearby?
Kate and John led us further along the river, before turning and starting to head up the hill towards the road. My determination suddenly began to return, and as I made my way through the undergrowth, I felt happy for what was probably the first time that week. Kate and John herded us across the road and told us to wait in a layby while we waited to be picked up and taken back to the centre.
“We can still see the ocean. That just shows how far we haven’t actually come” moaned Josh, looking into the distance at the grey, choppy sea which was still visible through gaps in the hills.
Eventually, a van turned up to take us back to Lochranza. We piled into the back of it with a great sense of relief; not even the lack of windows or the driver’s fast and somewhat reckless driving could bother us at that point. By the time we arrived back at the hostel, it was nearly time for dinner. During dinner, we talked about what had happened so far that week, and established that we were all more than ready to go home.
After our final evening class, Rachel and I began packing our suitcases ready for the morning. It was going to be an early start; breakfast was going to be at 7.30am, an hour earlier than usual. We went to bed at around 10.30pm, giving us time to rest and prepare for the long journey ahead of us.
3rd April – Day 4 – Coursework Day
Today was the day we’d all been dreading. The day when we’d be out in the field for the final time, putting everything we’d learned (or rather, not learned), into practice.
After breakfast, we gathered our rucksacks and set out to begin our final day. We lined up on the road outside the centre and waited for the bus to come and collect us. When we got onto it,, I noticed that there were some schoolchildren on it too, which was a little bit embarrassing considering how we were all dressed, with woolly hats and gloves, while they only had coats.
We travelled for about half an hour along the winding coastal road before we reached our first coursework location. Kate and John led us down a long path through a patch of woodland, and down onto the section of beach where we’d be making our geological maps. “Alright Hereford!” yelled Kate through the wind, “this is the area you’re going to map. You have one and a half hours, starting now!”
Everyone immediately set about trying to make their maps. Josh, Rachel and I decided to form a team again, and attempted to help each other out. We weren’t very successful though, so we moved on to answering the other questions about health and safety etc, which we thought were slightly easier. The tide had also started to come in, and was rapidly covering up the rocks we were supposed to be mapping, and the weather had taken a significant turn for the worse. The wind had become so strong that we couldn’t actually stand up and walk. Josh, Rachel and I lay down and clung onto a rocky outcrop at the end of the beach for dear life.
“Bloody hell it’s windy!” Josh shouted, struggling to be heard over the din while somebody’s notebook blew past.
“This is bonkers!” Rachel shouted back, grabbing the notebook and handing it back to its owner.
When our time was up, Kate and John told us to gather up our equipment and led us to our next location. We followed them up the beach, across a series of deep bogs, the ‘Path of Doom’ as Josh called it, and back onto the path we came in on. They then took us onto another beach, where we were to carry out the next part of the coursework. Rachel, Josh and I found an example of an imbricate structure (a group of flattish pebbles leaning against each other, showing the direction of water flow), and drew a sketch of it in our notebooks, labelling the direction of the water flow and giving it a scale.
Kate then took us further along the beach, back up to the boggy area. She pointed out a particularly well exposed outcrop, and instructed us to draw a graphic log. Rachel, Josh and I tried our best to draw our logs accurately, but the fact that there was a large chasm between us and the outcrop, coupled with the presence massive bog behind us, which there was a very real danger of falling into, made things rather more difficult.
Before we had the chance to complete our logs, Kate told us that our time was up and that we were going to move on. Thankfully, this time she took us to a field which had a few picnic tables in it, and said that it was time for lunch. We sat on the grass and tried to complete our logs as well as we could, but it wasn’t long before John came along and took them away to be marked.
As we were walking back towards the spot where we’d been dropped off by the bus earlier in the morning, I felt a great sense of relief. The coursework was over, surely there was nothing else left to be done! My relief however, was short lived. Kate and John suddenly left the path, and went marching off along a narrow dirt track. And as always, we had to go after them.
We traipsed along the track for a while, until the trees opened out into fields. We continued along the track, through a gate, and on past the first field. Eventually, the fields turned into moorland, and we found ourselves walking alongside a narrow river. Every now and then, small streams would cross our path, flowing into the river we were following. We had to jump over them in order to pass them, and Josh accidentally slipped into one. “I may or may not have just fallen into that stream” he commented, shaking the water off the bottoms of his trouser legs.
We continued to follow the stream until we came to a large boulder sitting in the middle of it. Kate stopped us, and asked us to make micro and macro descriptions of the boulder in the stream. Everyone groaned, we’d all thought the fieldwork was over. One by one, we clambered onto the boulder to make our descriptions, and finally all of us had made it onto it. “Yay! You’re all on the rock!” Kate said cheerily, before beckoning us all back up the bank to continue our journey. I noticed that next to the river, there was a road at the top of the hill opposite. Was salvation nearby?
Kate and John led us further along the river, before turning and starting to head up the hill towards the road. My determination suddenly began to return, and as I made my way through the undergrowth, I felt happy for what was probably the first time that week. Kate and John herded us across the road and told us to wait in a layby while we waited to be picked up and taken back to the centre.
“We can still see the ocean. That just shows how far we haven’t actually come” moaned Josh, looking into the distance at the grey, choppy sea which was still visible through gaps in the hills.
Eventually, a van turned up to take us back to Lochranza. We piled into the back of it with a great sense of relief; not even the lack of windows or the driver’s fast and somewhat reckless driving could bother us at that point. By the time we arrived back at the hostel, it was nearly time for dinner. During dinner, we talked about what had happened so far that week, and established that we were all more than ready to go home.
After our final evening class, Rachel and I began packing our suitcases ready for the morning. It was going to be an early start; breakfast was going to be at 7.30am, an hour earlier than usual. We went to bed at around 10.30pm, giving us time to rest and prepare for the long journey ahead of us.
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I just want to mention something else too! You may or may not (most likely not) have noticed that I haven't been on TSR much these last few days. That's because I have decided to leave, I no longer enjoy being on here and have therefore stopped posting. I will be coming back twice a week or so to update my blog, but once that is done, I doubt I'll be coming back. I might, but we shall see. I just thought you guys should know!
Original post by Leviathan1741
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Amazing! One of the best posts so far in terms of the writing I think. It was really captivating the whole way through and therw was a perfect balance of humour and sympathising with you. Superb! That coursework does sound very difficult, but nevertheless, really interesting too
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Amazing! One of the best posts so far in terms of the writing I think. It was really captivating the whole way through and therw was a perfect balance of humour and sympathising with you. Superb! That coursework does sound very difficult, but nevertheless, really interesting too
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Thank you Matrix! The coursework was definitely challenging, I got an E for it
Original post by Leviathan1741
I just want to mention something else too! You may or may not (most likely not) have noticed that I haven't been on TSR much these last few days. That's because I have decided to leave, I no longer enjoy being on here and have therefore stopped posting. I will be coming back twice a week or so to update my blog, but once that is done, I doubt I'll be coming back. I might, but we shall see. I just thought you guys should know!
What!?
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Original post by Leviathan1741
Thank you Matrix! The coursework was definitely challenging, I got an E for it
No worries! Awww, well these things happen sometimes. The best you can do is learn from it
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@Leviathan1741 
Have you enjoyed that day more than the others ? :3 It looks like you did, At least I hope so :P
How were your feet atm btw ? Any better ?
Have you enjoyed that day more than the others ? :3 It looks like you did, At least I hope so :P
How were your feet atm btw ? Any better ?
Original post by Leviathan1741
I just want to mention something else too! You may or may not (most likely not) have noticed that I haven't been on TSR much these last few days. That's because I have decided to leave, I no longer enjoy being on here and have therefore stopped posting. I will be coming back twice a week or so to update my blog, but once that is done, I doubt I'll be coming back. I might, but we shall see. I just thought you guys should know!
Original post by Matrix123
What!?No worries! Awww, well these things happen sometimes. The best you can do is learn from it
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Yeah, I just don't really like coming on here anymore. I feel like nobody really likes/appreciates me, so I've joined another community now instead where I feel much more appreciated!
Indeed! I retook it a couple of times and got a C I think, and I got an A overall at A2 anyway so it didn't really matter
Original post by Leviathan1741
Yeah, I just don't really like coming on here anymore. I feel like nobody really likes/appreciates me, so I've joined another community now instead where I feel much more appreciated!
Indeed! I retook it a couple of times and got a C I think, and I got an A overall at A2 anyway so it didn't really matter
Indeed! I retook it a couple of times and got a C I think, and I got an A overall at A2 anyway so it didn't really matter
Awww well do what you feel is best. You will be missed if you do end up leaving though, and I say that with certainty.
People do like you here but I'm glad to hear how well things are going in the other forum.Oh wow! That's great, well done for that
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Original post by Matrix123
Awww well do what you feel is best. You will be missed if you do end up leaving though, and I say that with certainty. People do like you here but I'm glad to hear how well things are going in the other forum.
Oh wow! That's great, well done for that
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People do like you here but I'm glad to hear how well things are going in the other forum.Oh wow! That's great, well done for that
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Aww thanks Matrix! I'm not so sure though! I may come back in the future, but for now I need a change of Internet scenery, if you like!
Thanks!
Original post by Leviathan1741
Aww thanks Matrix! I'm not so sure though! I may come back in the future, but for now I need a change of Internet scenery, if you like!
Thanks!
Thanks!
No worries. Oh OK, I only speak the truth, but thanks for letting us know beforehand
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Hello everyone!
I am posting the final chapter of Arran early, as it isn't terribly exciting and there's not a whole lot of point in waiting until Monday (I shall be posting about the Alps then instead!). Additionally, I have decided not to leave TSR after all (I'm not sure whether you guys saw my post about that, but it doesn't really matter). I've had a decent break from TSR, and now I'm ready to come back
4th April – The Journey Back
Rachel and I woke up at 6.30am, to the sound of our alarm, which happened to be Paranoid by Black Sabbath. A nice song to wake up to, I thought. We hauled ourselves out of bed and got changed, making sure we hadn’t forgotten anything while packing the night before.
We went down to the dining hall at 7.15am, and waited to be called to collect our breakfast. We chatted to Harriet and Charlotte, who sat opposite us, about everything that had happened during the week. They told us that during one of the nights, the Rugby Lads, had been drunk at the time, came into their room, and demanded that they gave them blowjobs. Harriet and Charlotte obviously refused, so then the boys got into bed with them and started watching porn on their phones. By that point, Harriet and Charlotte had understandably had enough, and went to stay with some girls in one of the neighbouring rooms for the night. According to Harriet, the boys then went upstairs to where Rachel and I were staying, going into the rooms along the corridor demanding blowjobs again. We both felt so ill that neither of us had even noticed!
After breakfast, Kate told us to get our suitcases and take them outside to be loaded onto the coach. It was freezing cold and pouring with rain, and dragging our suitcases across the wet pebbles outside the centre to the coach seemed to take forever. Finally, it was time to leave. We ran across the drive to the coach and clambered on. Rachel and I sat together, on the top deck. Everyone cheered as the coach pulled away from the centre, and we began the long journey back to Hereford.
It took about 45 minutes to reach Brodick. It was a bit of a squash inside the ferry terminal, as it was only a small room and there were a surprisingly high number of other people waiting to board the ferry in addition to us. I found myself standing next to a couple of elderly ladies. I smiled at them, but I noted that sadly, neither of them smiled back.
Thankfully, this time we didn’t have to wait long for the ferry to arrive. We boarded the ferry and piled our suitcases near to the exit door. Rachel and I sat down in the seats where we’d been on the way there, while pretty much everyone else went off to explore the rest of the ferry. We were both so shattered that we hardly spoke during the crossing, but neither of us really cared. The water became increasingly choppy as we approached Ardrossan, and while we were docking, the ferry was tilting alarmingly from side to side. I had to hold onto a leaflet rack to stop myself from falling down the stairs to the lower deck, which I had found myself balancing precariously at the top of. I was starting to feel quite seasick, so I was really relieved when we were finally allowed to get off.
We returned to the coach outside the Ardrossan ferry terminal, for the 7 hour coach journey back to college. My legs were hurting so much that even when I was sitting down, I still felt incredibly uncomfortable. I got out my Walkman and put my earphones in, and mentally prepared myself for the long journey ahead.
After a couple of hours travelling, we pulled into a lorry park. It turned out that a fault had developed in the door of the coach, and it kept opening on its own while we were driving along. We sat in the lorry park for about half an hour, waiting for the repairmen to turn up. Eventually, they arrived and attempted to fix the door. It took them a while to get it working, but at last, we were able to resume our journey. The rest of the trip was fairly uneventful, with only the odd rest stop every couple of hours interrupting the monotony.
By the time we got back to Hereford, it was already getting dark. We all climbed wearily off the coach and collected our suitcases for the final time. I said goodbye to Rachel and texted mum, asking her to come and pick me up. She arrived around 10 minutes later, and was delighted to see me again. I was happy to see her, too, and I spent the rest of the evening telling her all about my adventure on the Isle of Arran.
I am posting the final chapter of Arran early, as it isn't terribly exciting and there's not a whole lot of point in waiting until Monday (I shall be posting about the Alps then instead!). Additionally, I have decided not to leave TSR after all (I'm not sure whether you guys saw my post about that, but it doesn't really matter). I've had a decent break from TSR, and now I'm ready to come back
4th April – The Journey Back
Rachel and I woke up at 6.30am, to the sound of our alarm, which happened to be Paranoid by Black Sabbath. A nice song to wake up to, I thought. We hauled ourselves out of bed and got changed, making sure we hadn’t forgotten anything while packing the night before.
We went down to the dining hall at 7.15am, and waited to be called to collect our breakfast. We chatted to Harriet and Charlotte, who sat opposite us, about everything that had happened during the week. They told us that during one of the nights, the Rugby Lads, had been drunk at the time, came into their room, and demanded that they gave them blowjobs. Harriet and Charlotte obviously refused, so then the boys got into bed with them and started watching porn on their phones. By that point, Harriet and Charlotte had understandably had enough, and went to stay with some girls in one of the neighbouring rooms for the night. According to Harriet, the boys then went upstairs to where Rachel and I were staying, going into the rooms along the corridor demanding blowjobs again. We both felt so ill that neither of us had even noticed!
After breakfast, Kate told us to get our suitcases and take them outside to be loaded onto the coach. It was freezing cold and pouring with rain, and dragging our suitcases across the wet pebbles outside the centre to the coach seemed to take forever. Finally, it was time to leave. We ran across the drive to the coach and clambered on. Rachel and I sat together, on the top deck. Everyone cheered as the coach pulled away from the centre, and we began the long journey back to Hereford.
It took about 45 minutes to reach Brodick. It was a bit of a squash inside the ferry terminal, as it was only a small room and there were a surprisingly high number of other people waiting to board the ferry in addition to us. I found myself standing next to a couple of elderly ladies. I smiled at them, but I noted that sadly, neither of them smiled back.
Thankfully, this time we didn’t have to wait long for the ferry to arrive. We boarded the ferry and piled our suitcases near to the exit door. Rachel and I sat down in the seats where we’d been on the way there, while pretty much everyone else went off to explore the rest of the ferry. We were both so shattered that we hardly spoke during the crossing, but neither of us really cared. The water became increasingly choppy as we approached Ardrossan, and while we were docking, the ferry was tilting alarmingly from side to side. I had to hold onto a leaflet rack to stop myself from falling down the stairs to the lower deck, which I had found myself balancing precariously at the top of. I was starting to feel quite seasick, so I was really relieved when we were finally allowed to get off.
We returned to the coach outside the Ardrossan ferry terminal, for the 7 hour coach journey back to college. My legs were hurting so much that even when I was sitting down, I still felt incredibly uncomfortable. I got out my Walkman and put my earphones in, and mentally prepared myself for the long journey ahead.
After a couple of hours travelling, we pulled into a lorry park. It turned out that a fault had developed in the door of the coach, and it kept opening on its own while we were driving along. We sat in the lorry park for about half an hour, waiting for the repairmen to turn up. Eventually, they arrived and attempted to fix the door. It took them a while to get it working, but at last, we were able to resume our journey. The rest of the trip was fairly uneventful, with only the odd rest stop every couple of hours interrupting the monotony.
By the time we got back to Hereford, it was already getting dark. We all climbed wearily off the coach and collected our suitcases for the final time. I said goodbye to Rachel and texted mum, asking her to come and pick me up. She arrived around 10 minutes later, and was delighted to see me again. I was happy to see her, too, and I spent the rest of the evening telling her all about my adventure on the Isle of Arran.
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So glad you're not leaving!!
Thank you
Thank you
@Leviathan1741
Another post woooo so this trip finally ended :3 What do you finally think of it ? Because you had such bad moments \: but I suppose it was still a great experience wasn't it 
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Glad you're not leaving
Another post woooo
so this trip finally ended :3 What do you finally think of it ? Because you had such bad moments \: but I suppose it was still a great experience wasn't it ? Glad you're not leaving
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