I Solved The Mystery!!!! :D

*Looks around expectantly to see if anyone claps or cheers*

*Nothing Happens*

Aww...

A load of Year 6 students in a classroom. A bald teacher talks to them. The students get on with their task.

A boy and I take it in turns to write a short sequence of numbers on a mini whiteboard. Then the person not writing then writes more figures that correlate with the pattern.

He writes, 200, -200, 200, -200, 200, -200...

I write, ...200, -200, 200, -200, 200, -200...

Later on in the lesson, we cover the nth term.

Ever since then, I have thought back to that sequence, wondering whether there was a way to express the general pattern of the sequence. But not enough to use Google.

And today, I found it at long last.

Now are you happy?

Seven Up

I drew another comic for you all.

See you all on Friday! :D

The Farm

When I was in Year 4, there was a prospect of a really bloody good school trip - a 2 and a half stay at a farm not too far from home. It was the most excitement-filled trip in my life up to then, and from what the officials said, it looked brilliant, and I could not wait. I'd never spend so much as a night away from home and it was really exciting!!!!!!!

As it got nearer and nearer the trip I got more and more excited, and all of the paperwork boredom and things like that got completed, and soon it was just a point of making sure you were there on time.

Some point very near to the trip, I started feeling crappy. But it wouldn't last long, I told myself. I would be okay by Monday, I would be fine by Monday, it would be someone else who felt rubbish by Monday. I was not going to miss the best trip of my life so far, nope, never. Of all of the trips in the world, this wasn't going to be the one to miss. It was going to be a brilliant trip, and I. Would. Be. There.

When, on Sunday evening, it became obvious that I wouldn't be going, I was really upset about it. Even my two new toy cats couldn't cheer me up. Stupid bloody illnesses.

If those are toy cats.

Monday came. I'd be going on that trip if this damned illness hadn't got me, I thought gloomily.

That day was spent feeling gloomy and rubbish and really just plain dreadful, until a little glimmer of hope shined. You see, the way we were going to go was our class plus half of another class from Monday to Wednesday lunch, when the rest of the year would go until Friday. And in my naive 8 year old mind, I genuinely believed that this was actually a viable option. 

Only it wasn't to be. Even if it was feasible, I still felt all eeuuurrrghhh. It was horrible to feel so yucky and it was horrible to miss out on what could have been the best trip ever.

The yuckiness stayed around for 3 weeks after it started, one of those weeks I was in school and had turned to tears because I'd been confronted about some work that wasn't very good (it may have been art and I never was good at art anyway). Not the happiest time of my life.

After everything was okay again I ignored my brother, Crotchet, who moaned about never having the chance of the farm visit (when he was in Year 5 the pupils who took the farm visit were changed from Year 6 students to Year 4 students) and pinned all of my hopes on having perfect health for the Year 6 France trip. Thank God that that did happen.

Constant

I just drew a 'comic' strip, and thought I'd share it with you all. Enjoy.

A Letter to PPI Companies

Dear PPI companies,

Please stop being such utter jerks.

You have texted me, saying that I'd be rich if I claimed on PPI I couldn't have got. You have littered the minutes of TV advertisements with your claims that money has been put aside for me even though my 16-18 Current Account does not allow me an overdraft because of my age.

And now you're using internet advertising‽‽‽

(Those are interrobangs, people, that are often found in ?! form)

Arrrrgh!!!!!!!!

This is what I want to say to you in simple plain English that you should be able to understand, and made funky so you don't have a chance of missing it.

Please Stop.

I am fed up with you. If the whole stupid PPI stupidity had ever affected me, I could go to my bank for free. And that's what I would do if I had taken out anything - which, as you should be aware, isn't very possible.

In fact, Google PPI. Everything you get is about PPI claims. It's not about what PPI is, or if PPI is a good option on the loan you're just about to get, or even other insurance you could use instead of PPI.

And it says I'm in Swindon!

So, stop making me want to tear my hair out and weave it into a rug. My mental health is more important than your unregulated businesses.

Yours faithfully,

Minim.

An Alphabet - VW, XZ, but why?

Final installment of my alphabet!

Got a request for a pic? If I can draw it I probably will. Just comment!

An Alphabet - p to u

More of my alphabet!

An Alphabet - H2O

I haven't posted for a bit so I thought you'd all appreciate some more artwork. Enjoy.

Okay

I have now changed the address of my blog to minimspad.blogspot.co.uk. Change your links, and update your whatevers.

Still upset? Even though I can make error messages:

Make graphs:

Draw pictures:

A picture of what, I'm not sure...

Write words:

Clarabelle decided that she was jolly well not going to take it quietly.

"I HATE YOU!" she screamed. "I hope you FALL DEAD!"

Do internet stuff:

And smile:

(although looking at it, I look like an alien. Or I have radioactive freckles)

Now are you okay with this?

Name change

I have changed the name of the blog and am probably about to change the URL as well. But not yet - I'll give it time

Sorry, people who dislike change, but my new title is much more relevant to my material and it means I feel less guilty about posting everything I'd like to.

To make you feel better, I've got some pictures for you:

Enjoy.

An Alphabet - The Music Notes

These are the letters of the alphabet that are also musical notes. Next time: Hmmmmmm...

The Devil and the Angel

Just posting some artwork I did.