The wedding videographer

Melbourne wedding videoI am way out of my depth here. At first, it started as a hobby, but far out I can’t do this. Why can’t I just say no?

Okay just let me take a few deep breaths here, I need to calm down …. Okay I’m back. I realise none of this really makes any sense right now, so let me explain.

For my fifteenth birthday, I got a camera. It was really nice, and actually quite a bit of my own money went into it, but I’d always love film and had wanted to be a filmmaker since before I could remember, so I thought I might as well get started. It was just a hobby, but over the years, my videos started looking better and better. I showed them to mum, and over time she showed it to her friends. Fast forward two years and mum’s friend, Karen, decided she was going to pay me to shoot her wedding video. Melbourne has tons of amazing video production companies and things like that, so why she didn’t just hire one of them to capture ‘the best day of her life’.

Obviously, I don’t want that kind of pressure on my shoulders – I mean, I’m an amateur at best – but it turns out mum said yes on my behalf. I’m sure she thought she was helping, but now I’m stuck. I don’t want to have to do this. And I really don’t understand why she didn’t just hire a professional video production company in Melbourne. It really is the obvious thing to do in this situation, rather than trust some barely post-pubescent kid.

Honestly this is just way too much pressure for me but it’s gone too far now, I can’t back out anymore. There isn’t time. But that doesn’t make me any more qualified. Really, there’s only one possible outcome, here.

I’m going to ruin Karen’s wedding.

Me vs the rendering

rendering MelbourneIf you’ve read pretty much any article ever posted on this website, then you know that the public education system is in dire straights. From bursted plumbing, to ceilings that have caved in, to the constant building of new classrooms that never seems to ends, it seems like schools these days are more construction field than hubs of learning. I have to say, though, my school is no different. Don’t get me wrong, I like the idea of having fancy new buildings to take my learning to the next level, but when you spend years dealing with the interruption of a builder’s drill in the background, isn’t it really your education that bears the hit?

Thankfully, that time is almost over. The new theatre building, which has been under construction for over three years now, is almost done. Just as I’m about to graduate, which let me tell you is classic. All that they’re doing now, though, is the rendering. Melbourne schools like mine have, I guess, a certain look they need to maintain. I mean, if you’re going to spend all that money on a place, you want it to look kind of expensive. But I just don’t get it. I’d so much rather be in the building, using the facilities we’ve all heard so much about, than outside watching it get another layer of render slapped on. They made such a big deal of getting acrylic rendering on a Melbourne school, it kind of feels like no one really ever stopped to wonder if it’s all really necessary. As a student, I can confirm that I don’t give a hoot whether how the building looks. Why couldn’t they just leave the brick and call it quits?  

I guess I’m just bitter, knowing that I’ve only got six months left in this place before I move on to bigger and better things. Still, the knowledge that this rendering is all that stands between me and using those mega-hyped facilities is really annoying me.

Little Miss Air Con

Brisbane air conUgh, I reckon classroom transfers should be made far easier than they are right now. Might help me escape little miss snob over here. There’s a girl in my class, and all she does it talk about her family, and how rich they are, and how if things aren’t going her way then she’s going to get daddy to buy it all up and create some kind of utopia. Despite how much she complains, I’ve yet to see anything actually happen on this front. Almost like she’s making it up!!

Oh, she’s probably rich alright, but I don’t think daddy has quite as much power as he says he does. Doesn’t stop her from talking about it though; everything from what we learn in Further Maths to the state of the air conditioning. Brisbane has better air con than Melbourne! Even the classrooms that have it aren’t good enough! It’s detrimental to my learning! I’m calling DADDY!

She just won’t shut up. I really don’t care what the air conditioning is like in Brisbane. It could be strong enough to freeze someone in a block of ice and it wouldn’t matter, because what we have here is just fine. I mean, other girls are complaining that it’s too cold in the classrooms, so I’m making a wild assumption that the cool air here is just as cool as the air needs to be up there. I guess this is just another one of those excuses to complain, although I’m surprised she didn’t just go for the ‘it’s too cold, I’m calling daddy’ response. You know, because yesterday she was complaining about it being too cold. Can’t have been that bad, because the name of the father was not invoked.

She does it in a slightly subtle way, I’ll give her that. Almost reasonable at times, even though she finishes her statement in the exact same way. But hey, I could be wrong. The mighty Brisbane air conditioning services could very well be ten times that of Brisbane.

Doubt it, though.


I need to be considered special

roof repairs in MelbourneOver the last week I’ve been trying to trawl through the maze of administrative websites and ‘how to know if you’re eligible for help’ forms and I am over it. The Victorian school board can suck it, I am “eligible” for special consideration and I know it.

About three weeks ago, I sat my final schooling exams. Like, that’s it, I’m done, it’s over, I’m free. Those exams. Any-who, during those two weeks of hell in the lead up to the exams, I had an unforeseen, external disaster. My studying effort was significantly hindered and I really struggled to make it through that period because of it, which should be the perfect grounds for special consideration, right? Well, apparently, needing roof repairs, in Melbourne, is not enough. Never mind that the rain flooded my house and subsequently all my clothes, notes, and made my computer virtually unusable for three days. Apparently that doesn’t really count for an unforeseeable emergency.

Really though, if that doesn’t count, what does? If I was in a car crash, would that count? Or would they just tell me that, really, I was taking a risk being on the roads during my exam period. With that logic, more or less everything turns into something that you should have foreseen and adjusted for. Which is just ridiculous. What’s the point of even having special consideration as an option if there’s no way to access that aid.

The fact that my parents haven’t quite gotten around to getting roof maintenance. A Melbourne workweek runs 9-5 five days a week, they don’t have the option to just be home during the day. It hasn’t been possible and there’s nothing I could have done to hurry along the process. Ugh, basically, the admin system is unfair and I’m sick of it. These bounce-back automatic response emails are ridiculous. I just want a drop of human compassion, here. Is that too much to ask?

Worst reason ever for chucking a sickie

Melbourne antennasIt’s official. My mother has become the most irresponsible woman on the planet. Not that she wasn’t always the most irresponsible woman on the planet, just that once again she’s proven it to the world. And, actually just thinking about it, she’s taken it to a whole new level. Because, as it currently stands, I am writing this from the computer. At home.

“But, Serena, it’s a Wednesday!” I hear you exclaim in wonder. “Shouldn’t you be at school?”

Why yes, observant reader, I should. But as it currently stands my mother is on a last minute flight to Rome and I am at home, waiting for the Melbourne antennas guy to arrive.

That woman has always been a wild child led more by her sporadic and short lived whims rather than her sense of reason. Finding that she’s left in the wee hours of the morning to some far-fetched corner of the globe is not as unusual as you might think. But pulling me out of school so I can play responsible adult and meet her commitments? This is a new low.

I’m a minor, for crying out loud! I have way better things to be doing than wasting my time and my education here at home. I mean, we really do need our TV antenna installation fixed. Melbourne had a bit of a storm a couple of weeks ago and we haven’t been able to get any signal on the TV since then, so yeah, it needs to be done. And someone needs to be at home to let the guy in. But why does it have to be me? Why does it always have to be me? I’m sick of never being allowed to do things all my friends do because I’m looking after my freaking mother. Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

On the bright side, at least this gives me an opportunity to catch up on study.

My Father Will Hear About This

tree loppingYou’d think being so close to the sea would be pretty cool. Like, we’d go on school excursions to the beach, just because. The fact that we don’t is, like, one of the most disappointing things about this place, and I really meant that. I mean, we could at least go for science lessons to the beach and learn about seashells, or…sand. I bet we could spend an entire semester looking at sand. There’s loads of it, all over the world. Is it SO much to ask to want to have classes on the beach? IT’S RIGHT THERE.

Ugh, whatever. I bet I could convince Daddy to make some changes around here. He’s the president of the Clean Homes and Gardens Association (CHAGA) in Melbourne, and tree trimming doesn’t happen without his consent. No one so much as plants a sunflower without him giving the go ahead. He has contacts in the tree removal industry, the landscaping conglomerate, the florist alliance…basically, if it happens outside, Daddy is involved. Very involved. If I wanted it, Daddy would call a legion of tree removal specialists to the school and have them cut down every bit of greenery they could find. If the school confronted him about it, he knows ALL the laws. He could just claim that there were dangerous pests and that they needed to go, pronto. He could say that there was a rare fungus that could’ve been killing birds and insects, and that there was a very clear and present threat to the ecosystem. Daddy knows everything about the outdoors, and anyone who wants to be part of his association has to prove that they treat their garden like they would a child. Seriously, they have to log their hours. My father takes his duties very seriously.

Seriously, every tree lopping professional in the Melbourne area is just waiting for his call. And other people’s calls. I mean, he doesn’t own them, but they provide a community service just like any other business.

You know what? Never mind. I’ll just get Daddy to write a cheque, perhaps suggesting at the bottom that we instigate beach classes. Easy peasy, money solves everything.

My sister the beauty queen

beauty school MelbourneAllie is driving me absolutely crazy. She is so self obsessed, I don’t know how she has any friends because all she does is talk about herself. She is also only two years older than me but acts as if she has seen the world and knows everything about everything. I honestly can’t believe we came from the same parents. Her latest incredible revelation was that she is going to beauty school in Melbourne. Everyone is acting like she has just won a nobel prize but I mean honestly, the girl is going to be waxing legs and putting cucumbers on eyes. It’s like my plans to go to law school pale in comparison to Allie’s dreams of facials and hair removal! She is insisting on using me as a model and keeps pinning me down to do my makeup and exfoliate my skin.

She thinks she can just play with me when she is bored and then drop me as soon as a better offer comes along. It’s just so unfair and because she is the oldest she just gets away with it. I can’t wait until she goes to Melbourne to start her beauty course. Melbourne is a whole state away so that should be enough distance to finally give me some peace. Next week we are even having a ‘Allie got into beauty school’ barbecue to celebrate her amazing success getting into a non competitive course! When I became president of the law society at school my mum just about managed a well done and that was the end of that. It seems beauty therapy courses are the way to gain attention in this family. My dad has even started telling me I need to be nicer to her because she is stressed about the new chapter of her life and doesn’t need her younger sister driving me mad. I honestly feel like I live with aliens.

What are you going to do next?

Melbourne dog walkingI have pretty much stopped socialising now. Every time I went out I ended up having the same conversations with different versions of the same people. It always centered around what we were going to do after our final year of university. The doctors and lawyers are all sorted. The corporate sell outs all have jobs making the rich richer and feel very pleased with themselves about it. The do-gooders have flights to Africa booked and are ready to make very little difference at all. Leaving me. I had no idea what to do. I had applied for some part time work with a dog walking service based in Melbourne but it’s not currently intended as a career. Dog walking appeals to me quite a lot right now, I get to spend time outside, have little contact with people and meet loads of adorable dogs. It’s doing something good for society and keeps me active.

Maybe I will pursue it as a long term goal. The degree then may be slightly irrelevant but university was more for the social anyway! Anyway to save myself telling people that I do not have a graduate job lined up and am not planning to travel to the world to find myself I have just stopped talking to people altogether. I’ll deal with my parents because they’ve settled for my canine aspirations and every once in awhile, if I do have to exchange words with someone on the topic, I make up an elaborate lie about my upcoming internship with NASA or my acceptance into a rocket engineering phd. Perhaps being a dog walker, Melbourne is quite glamorous, it’ll be like working on rocket ships. I have a feeling it may be slightly more realistic than that. Although I haven’t technically got that job either yet. I might try and just tell people I am working on creative projects and leave it at that.

Termites out + parents in = freedom

termite inspectionsEvery summer my parents insist I spend at least one week with them down at the beach house in Mornington Peninsula. I know how it sounds. Oh poor me having to go to my beautiful beachside holiday home and relax, what a tough life. The thing is, it sucks. The summers are for me. Finally my parents are out the way down the coast and I get the house all to myself! It’s luxury. I get to have friends over whenever I want and cook late at night without my mum going crazy. I love a late night grill session. This year, it’s all gone to pot. My parents have a major termite infestation at the beach house and I overheard my Dad saying that it looks like we’ll all be spending summer in Melbourne. No no no, my summer dreams of freedom suddenly dashed I became intensely involved in finding a solution to the termite problem. I went as far as arranging termite inspections in Mornington at the house so they could figure out the problem and get it sorted before the summer. They have been extremely grateful for my assistance but apparently I am completely transparent.

My mum has already told me that even if the problem does get sorted I will either have to be with them at the beach house or staying at my grandparents place in Cranbourne. Oh good lord this has backfired. She has figured me out. I considered calling the pest control company in Mornington to cancel the appointment for the termite inspection but figured that would only put me in an even worse position. Hopefully the problem will be sorted and I can win over my grandparents to get them to tell my parents that I am indeed staying with them when actually I will be cooking up steaks for my boys at 2am after a heavy drinking and movie sesh. Plan.

I’m pathetic, I know

boatcatchSo at the moment it kind of feels like my dad is using me as his slave.

It’s not like it’s a big shock to the system or anything, I’ve always seen it coming. He’s made me shine his shoes since I was old enough to hold the cloth, but it still just kinda plain sucks. It’s like he doesn’t see me as a person, just a means to an ends. And no matter how well I do at school or anything like that, he just doesn’t seem to care.

He actually bought a boat last weekend, according to mum on a whim, and he’s told me that he’s going to teach me how to sail. That feels like a whim too. Not that I told him that’s how I feel. The amount of times I practice defying him in my head make no difference, when he asks me to do something, I do it. When he told me to look into this outboard motor servicing in Melbourne he’d found, I knew immediately what was happening. He’s going to make me run around like his secretary and servant, having the boat cleaned, serviced, polished, and whatever else it is boats need done with the promise that, at the end of it, he’d take me out on the water. And the thing is, I’m so attention starved, that I’m happy to do it. That says a lot about me. I mean, not happy, but naively hopeful. Even though I’m putting my own life – school grades, social life, everything – on the back burner so he might spend an hour or two with me.

I know. I’m pathetic. But knowing I’m pathetic doesn’t make me any less so. Even as I write this, I’m look at this really great boatcatch I can surprise him with. I just want to make him notice me.