Oh wow, I now have an extra room! I feel like all my nostalgia dreams are coming true! My new addition is a games room. The three items I have in this room are: A TV, a Playstation 2 (any games console will do) and a collection of video games (preferably my old collection). I know I’m only allowed to have 3 individual items, but I can’t have one game and not the others! If I could sneak in another item it would be a pair of dance mats!
A few of my favourite games from my younger years
Games consoles played a huge part in my childhood. At family gatherings my cousins and I would cram into a room and take it in turns to play video games. All the adults would sit in the living room watching TV whilst having a little chinwag. I vaguely recall cringing whenever I overheard my mum sharing an embarrassing story about me. I rarely paid attention to the topics they discussed and I was probably too young to understand a lot of it.
My cousins and I have grown up and we now sit in the living room; the topics discussed are now easy to relate to. I often sit with the younger generation, but of course there is no way I can camouflage the fact that I am not a kid anymore! I can reminisce about my carefree days or pretend to be a kid again for a few moments, but in reality I’m an adult!
This room is so ideal! Whenever I am stressed I can escape to my games room and forget about my worries for a while! Let the gaming begin!
*This is a 3D games room I created in 3D Studio Max for my 3D games modelling module at University. There is a Nintendo Wii hiding beside the TV 🙂
I remained calm and collected as I defended myself. I was being attacked for minor errors, errors I had rectified once they had been addressed and errors that hadn’t even endured. I am open to constructive criticism, however this was something completely different. I felt like I was an outsider looking in; the interpretation of my performance did not match the reality of the situation.
The learning curve I was promised became a myth. I was never given any legitimate guidance or feedback and all the contributions I had made were not recognized. I had supposedly isolated myself in a corner from the start, I was looked in the eye and told I was welcomed with open arms and I wasn’t. The only welcome I received was from the cold air hitting me when I first entered the room. It was probably a warning for what was to come!
I made a conscious effort to greet everyone each day and it was often one sided, but I still continued to do so. The friendly environment I expected only emerged when outsiders were present. After all the probing, I was the one that allegedly had the problem. I had to escape!
The journey home that day was a blur. I was lost in my thoughts, it was as if I was on an empty train. The sequence of events that had taken place felt so unreal. I thought why me? Day one started to make sense, there were empty desks for a reason. I clearly wasn’t the only one that had been put through this ordeal.
There was only one other in the same boat as me; the last man standing. I watched as he had his confidence knocked each day. He quickly picked himself up and kept going. In any other situation I would say good on him, but if you were in my shoes you would wonder why he didn’t run with me.
I call this experience ‘The Great Escape’. I wish I could retract this whole chapter- The lesson learned here is to always follow my instincts! I knew something was wrong from the start, but I tried to convince myself otherwise.