New term thoughts

 It's a new term although I don't so much go up a class but more along it exploring and learning different things because I don't get any more mature so much as by virtue of endlessly going around the same cycle I increasingly perfect that state without moving on.

It's like you've had xx years of being ten knowing what you need to pretty well without getting to be eleven never mind twelve and subconsciously you feel the pull to go back to school except of course as all that stuff is governed by bone age stuff you can't trot off to the school playground.

In this country even you cannot return to school as in your neighbourhood school to do any remedial learning in the way in many third world countries you do cos of stranger danger safeguarding concerns.

It certainly isn't that those don't matter, they do, but there's no evidence to show it really poses a risk if it's done right and as "dbs checked" adult volunteers do act as playground leaders helping with play in others.

It's like the default is all adults are a danger to children unless teachers or others "approved" by the system and yet the evidence shows most are more at risk from own parents or immediate family.

I honestly feel the topic ought to be opened up and evaluated for those of us who remain adult by bone age but children mentally and would accept "school rules" on conduct as part of it.

Ready to return

We're working in Firefox this week from the Windows Laptop as Pale Moon is having issues that makes it unreliable on Google's sites and touch and go on Tumblr too so I'm kind of hoping to see a bug fix this week.

 There's little escaping it from the press advertisements, the notices in uniform shops and increasingly offers from both online retailers plus certain supermarkets, the New Term is upon us.

In my world I'll be returning come September in grey as I have had a grey school jumper with a V neck which after all this medical stuff since July has preoccupied my time apart from how it's left me.

It should go well with my grey, green and black pleated skirts although unlike her in the picture I don't own a traditional leather satchel and indeed remember them fading out for briefcases or hold alls.

The worst thing you could ever have for carrying books in was the Duffle Bag which easily distorted and rubbed the corners of text books to the point some schools prohibited them for the damage they could cause.

The trouble was of course they were really intended for sports kit being made from a canvas material and not books so had no corners just a long tube shape with a drawstring that pulled the top closed.

Anyway I have my music ready to take away with sorted so bye for now!

Learning past and present

 One difference between the kind of education I had and that of many children today centres around how we were taught.

For most of my education for instance generally the teacher led the class learning determining what the days topic was in any given subject. They often would dictate notes or write them down on a chalk board for you to copy to your exercise book sometimes with drawings or diagrams too which was fun if you were not good at writing or spelling things as you'd struggle to keep up.

Sometimes we'd have school made duplicated work sheets for some subjects such as Combined Science to complete as we did experiments with Bunsen burners, electricity and magnets.

In History we often read from and makes notes using set text books and all homework (and there was heaps of it!) was to be completed by hand.

This scene would be almost familiar to me in high school as we'd move from old style individual wooden desks to clusters of tables and plastic chairs except for one thing.

That's right, where the girl is sat we'd have our exercise book but she has a laptop which looking at this picture closely is something most of her peers do not suggesting she has 'special needs' and has been given one for 'writing up things' with.

That is something I'd of benefited from personally as my hand writing was poor and spelling pretty rotten too.

At their school they have put the first years (11+) in a special converted unit to work on thinking, studying and life skills to help bridge the gap from the last years of junior school they have left to a secondary school.

A number of schools today have huge screens,  some interactive, for teaching with rather than chalkboards (they were called Blackboards until some edict came down saying that word was racist!) but debate rages as to whither or not this is any more effective from the chalkboard and rote learning we had.

Our responsibilities as Sissy Gurls

I saw this manga drawing a few days ago and liked it a lot although I had I been any good at drawing because what is is about is showing sensitivity to how as a feminine but biological boy is perceived in his new role sharing spaces among the other girls.

I think one of most important things is having respect for your inner feminine side, that's to say you don't put him in crass or otherwise crude situations if you wish to hold your own in the company of those born and raised as girls in whose world we are moving albeit as biological boys who dress more like girls.

Those of us who are sissy gurls can't just demand the right to accepted and be granted it; we may have to earn our right to be wear our uniforms as part of being regarded as the feminine gurls we truly feel.

It's also important to understand females have spent ages fighting discrimination in the home, in school and in work.

Gurls of our sort arguably need to both accept and embrace that same struggle fighting with our genetic sisters  for equal treatment in the workplace and supporting those who even in today's world get a bullet in the head for supporting girls education as fundamental human right. 

If you can, learn about those struggles and support our female counterparts in practical ways.

The path to our acceptance isn't easy but we need to take responsibility for making it as smooth as possible.

The chilling little style of this Sissy Gurl

Well a few things I had planned to do are off so I might as well get today's blog done.

One of things I recall thinking about heaps was about everything that would happen after the last period of afternoon school finished. 

When I went to day school it was kind of easy in that you'd pair off with a few friends and call in at the neighbourhood store to select some sweets to share while you talked about the day and what you thought of Master x's lesson.

At boarding school we had it back in the dorm but because tea was early it was frowned on as it 'spoilt your tea' so you'd leave them for later or weekends.

I have always loved lollipops still walk around the curb licking them that speaks volumes about me I guess.

Actually I have a pinafore dress not a million miles like that of the girl on picture and used to read while sucking on a lollipop so perhaps one way to visualize me is think of that little at least in spirit if not in dress. 

Tammy will wear their dress from now on as a adult little and accepts his sissy gurl side.

The only thing that matters is having fun reading and sucking your lollipops.

Link:Lollipops

Getting ready for New Term

Fast approaching end of Summer Vacations which for me  at least signifies the start of the Autumn Term and getting all your school requirements such as uniform sorted, ironed ready.
You know pretty much what my uniform is, and what it means to me so apart from anything else making sure everything is in top top shape really matters.

Apart from the socks as I like white just above the knee socks that's pretty much how mine looks and that's what I'm wearing this minute.

Apart from finding Peaches and Spikey after a bit of tidying up I got into my closet and have been creating some space to hang everything nicely.

While there I made a few discoveries such as finding a pair of tailored shorts that oddly enough would go with the uniform, being Grey  that gives me an options for playing not least actual out of doors playtime  as much as I love skirts as a gurl.

And I've gotten some new socks ready for September too

Childhood play

While looking at childhood play, you can't forget the climbing frame that used to worry the grown ups in era before soft surfaces came in as you'd hit at best the grass, at worst as it happened to me the asphalt.

Thing was we enjoyed a challenge, climbing things as many of us climbed trees and it was little different for these Crawford prep school boys who were blessed with a school playground that had things.

All we ever had was a pair of goal posts as boys and the girls had to mark out hopscotch with chalk every break time. This is one the games I enjoyed playing as a young child and still do, Marbles.

It is more fun playing with others so here's how.

How To Play the Classic Marble Game of Ringer
Most children understand the game of marbles the first time it is explained, but to make it easier, these drawings show the most common plays.

FIG. 1: To start a game of Ringer the children lag from a line, drawn tangent to the ring, to a parallel line across the ring, which would be 10 feet away. The child whose shooter comes nearest the line has the first shot. Players must lag before each game. Practice lagging, as the first shot may mean the winning of the game before your opponent gets a shot. In lagging, a child may toss his or her shooter to the other line, or he or she may knuckle down and shoot it.

FIG. 2: This shows child No. 1 who won the lag, preparing to knuckle down. His knuckle has not quite reached the ground, which is necessary before shooting. He can take any position about the ring he chooses. (The process of picking the best possible position for starting is referred to as "taking rounders.") The 13 marbles in the ring are arranged as in tournament play. For casual games, a one foot ring is drawn inside of the ten foot ring and each player puts in some 5/8" marbles, so that there is about a dozen marbles in the smaller ring.

FIG. 3: Child No. 1 knocks a marble from the ring on his first shot and his shooter stays in the ring. He picks up the marble. As he has knocked one from the ring, he is entitled to another try. Players are not permitted to walk inside the ring unless their shooter comes to a stop inside the ring. Penalty is a fine of one marble.

FIG. 4: Here we see child No. 1 continuing play. He "knuckles down" inside the ring where his shooter stopped on the last shot. This gives him the advantage of being nearer to the big group of marbles in the centre of the ring for his next shot. Expert marble shots try to hit a marble, knock it out of ring and make their shooter "stick" in the spot. "Sticking" or shooting seven consecutive marbles out of the ring and winning the game without giving an opponent a turn is usually good for two days of playground bragging rights .

FIG 5: On this play, No. 1 hit a marble, but did not knock it from the ring. At the same time his shooter, too, stays inside the ring. He can not pick up the marble, and whether he is allowed to pick up his shooter depends on the type of play - in tournament play, if your shooter is in the ring at the end of your turn, you must remove it. In casual games, if your shooter is in the ring at the end of your turn, it becomes a legitimate target and any player who hits it out collects a forfeit from you, or even your shooter! (Players should agree in advance whether to use this rule.)

FIG. 6: Child No. 2 may start by "knuckling down" anywhere at the ring edge. In this case he may shoot at the 11 marbles in the center or if he wishes, he may go to the other side and try for the marble that No.1 almost knocked from the ring. In a casual game he might also try to knock the other player's shooter from the ring.

FIG. 7: Child No. 2 chooses to try for No. 1 child's shooter and knocks it out of ring, winning all the marbles No. 1 has taken (and his shooter, if that rule is being followed) and putting No. 1 out of that game. Or he could shoot as shown in Fig. 8.

FIG. 8: Child No. 2 hits a marble but does not knock it out of the ring, yet his shooter goes thru the ring and stops outside where he may pick it up. The target marble remains where it stopped in the ring, and as No. 2 did not score, it is now the turn of No. 1 to shoot again.

FIG. 9: No. 1 "knuckles down" inside the ring where his shooter stopped (Fig. 5). he is going to shoot at the marble nearest his shooter. By hitting it at the proper angle and knocking it from the ring he can get his shooter near the center of the ring for his next shot. Play alternates until one player has knocked a majority of the marbles out of the ring.

At 14

Hi and welcome to a new exciting entry in my blog, which has going for a fair while now.
It took me me a bit of time to learn about  how to lay out an entry using the tools blogger  provides, captioning my entries as well as the discipline of making the entries on something like regular basis.

This is an slightly older me looking just about 14 very much as I recall it, older bit still very much presenting in school then as a boy sat at the desk looking smart in uniform.

At 14 We started studying for our 16+ exams  having decided with our teachers and parents what options for study subjects we were going to be taking although within reason they could be changed afterward.

I majored on the Humanities, studying Religious Education, Geography, History as well of English language, English Literature, Maths, Government and Politics and combined Science.I also took as a study only subject Geometric and Engineering Drawing, learning to draw in three dimensions as well as Craftwork, where I learned about enamelling, basic woodwork and made craft items from fabrics, card and glue.

Naturally being my school we still continued to play team games  such as Rounders as well as taking swimming lessons. 

In my head I still felt 12 however even though perhaps compared to today's youngsters we were less overtly grown up for not having the same push on branded fashion and sexuality.

I preferred shorts to longs, an uphill battle at boarding school in that era as that was what i felt most comfortable in although I did during this period try on skirts during recess and would of loved to of worn something like this.

I was just working on being sissy me.