A year ago today I started my long journey with the gap year charity Project Trust. 17/04/2011 was the first day of the Selection Course on the Isle of Coll. Where is the Isle of Coll you say? I know, that's exactly what I said. It's a small island in the Inner Hebrides off the west coast of Scotland. It's a truly beautiful island, I think I have a picture in my gallery. But I vividly remember that week being one of the best weeks of my life. I met some new people who were all lovely and had the same anticipations as me, and the week was just so much fun, from the activities right down to living in such a remote place with a new family. 

I found out about Project Trust through school; PT came and did a talk at my school about what they had to offer. The funny this is, I made quite a fuss before the talk because I really didn't want to go to that talk because 'I knew I didn't want to do a gap year, so why should I listen to someone talk about them'? Oh, how things change. I'm the only person out of everyone in my year who is going on a gap year. As soon as Kat (from PT) started talking about that kinds of things that were available I was hooked, and then when she said there was the opportunity to run a newspaper in Africa I knew that was exactly what I was going to do. 

I'd always had this view of gap years: gap students I'd known and met had come from New Zealand/Australia/South Africa from a school similar to mine and come over to teach in England for a few months. Although I've always wanted to travel the world, particularly Africa, that sort of gap year never appealed in the slightest. I didn't want to go to a school like mine and teach secondary kids and spend my weekends like I do now, only in a warmer climate, maybe seeing some interesting things on my holidays. It wasn't the way I wanted to travel the world.

But what Project Trust offered was just something else. I had no idea that I could spend a year writing a newspaper, the job I'd love to have after university. And even better it was in Africa, in a town called Luderitz on the coast. I'd be living as a local would, and I'd have the opportunity to travel anywhere else in my holidays. It was perfect. 

After the Selection Course, in which I chose Namibia, a teaching project on the shores of Lake Malawi, and another teaching project in South Africa (which I chose very last minute) I was selected. However, both the Luderitz and the Malawi projects were very limited so they wouldn't be able to tell me for definite where I'd go until they'd seen all applicants, a whole year later. So for a year I've been fundraising for South Africa, whilst a part of me has always been begging for the money to take me to Namibia. People have asked me where I'm going and I have to then explain the complicated situation that I don't know for definite!!!! However, I did write in my Personal Statement for university that I was hoping to go to Namibia. I asked Project Trust first, partially to make sure that that was ok as I HAD to fundraise for South Africa, but also to strongly hint that Namibia was all that I wanted.

So here I am, 1 year to the day after my selection course on the Isle of Coll, and I get a phone call from the desk officer of Namibia, John. He tells me he has good news. I die inside anticipating his next words. I'm going to Luderitz. And not only that, but I was top of the list for the Namibia applicants. Looks like my hinting paid off!!

18 months ago my future was the same as everyone else's. I was going to finish my A Levels, hopefully do well, go to uni and try and get a job. I never thought for a second that I'd be spending a year running a newspaper and working at a crèche on the coast of Namibia. And, honestly, it hasn't sunk in. It's so surreal. And I can't wait. I know it's going to be the best year of my life.



If you would like to help me raise the £5,100 I have to fundraise please go to http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/SarahWilliamsonPT
Even £1 would be much appreciated. I have about £1,20
 
I also wanted to post a couple of photos from Memorabilia. Although it wasn't as good as the November Mem because I unfortunately didn't manage to meet up with as many friends as I'd hoped and the majority of the guests weren't brilliant.
However, I had the immense pleasure of meeting Rupert Young, Tom Hopper and Adetomiwa Edun, three knights from Merlin. Rarely have any guests been nearly as friendly and lovely as these three. Despite the huge queue of fans waiting to meet them and get autographs, they talked to everyone individually, having proper conversations and asking questions. They really made me feel like they were there for the fans, not for money, or anything else (the autographs were also free, a huge rarity for guests like themselves). They took their time with every fan, exchanging banter and being so lovely I just wanted to put them in my pocket and take them home to my mother.  


(The photos can be found on the photos page. . .stupid thing won't let me put them here.)
 
Since Doctor Who first started when I was little I was always a big fan. However, only recently have I been comfortable to consider myself a Whovian. I'm sure people will empathise when I say that I can't really talk about the things I love most at school because being a Whovian also makes you a nerd, which is something that has negative connotations, for whatever reason. No one at my school quite understands it; they all know I really like Doctor Who, that's obvious from my school bag and the fact that sometimes I just have to talk about it, but they don't quite get the extent. And I don't want them to know either.
The reason why I feel I haven't always been able to consider myself a Whovian is because of this isolation amongst my friends at school. Fortunately, after creating an account a few years ago and abandoning it, I took up Twitter again and have found it to be a sanctuary where I can express my love for things that my followers also love. 
Twitter has allowed me to become a part of a fandom that I adore. I don't feel judged for anything I say, people understand where I'm coming from when I have a fangirl moment. Some people might think it's weird that I talk to so many people I've never met, as if all 500 (nearly!) of my followers are really old men hoping to groom me. But some of the people I talk to on Twitter I consider friends, just as much as I would consider people at school my friend. The only difference is, I feel I can be my 100% true self on Twitter. I might act like the chatty, hyper person that I am with my school friends, but my interests are just different to theirs, putting up a big wall between us, which leads me to sit on my own at school with my iPod, on Twitter, talking to people who understand me. 
Like my sister, you may feel sorry for me, that I resort to sitting on my own on my iPod rather than talking to my friends in the room with me, but whilst the topic in the room is something trivial that I don't really care for, or they're being immature and generally annoying, Twitter is a little world where I can escape and be content. 
Twitter, and the people on it, have allowed me to come out of my little Doctor Who fan shell and become a proud Whovian and Sherlockian. I didn't understand fandoms before I was a part of one and now I can't imagine my life without it. 
The lovely people on Twitter have helped me through some rough times. I can tell them things I can't tell anyone else. And it's just a wonderful community where everyone gets on, no matter how old or what corner of the Earth they come from. To me, it's like a dream. If all the people on my Twitter lived in my town, went to my school, I would honestly have the best life anyone could have.

I want to say a huge thank you to the people on Twitter. You've helped me through some difficult times with school, people, and other problems I've had. You've helped me to become the person I am today, able to express my true feelings about things that I previously got stick for. I adore every single one of you, and there's a small group of people (they should know who they are) who I've come to see as true friends and who, even thought I haven't met them, have become an important part of my life and I'm so glad I've come to know them.

I also met two girls from Twitter at Memorabilia, which was so insanely lovely! It was so great to put a face to the username, even if it was only a brief encounter. 
I hope I can meet a lot more of my friends on Twitter. You've all become a valuable part of my life and shaping me