Please select my new school uniform

Dear readers,

as I have mentioned earlier, I'd like to buy a new school uniform. Because a real schoolgirl cannot select her own uniform on her own either (but instead has to wear what the school tells her to wear), I have created another poll and want to let you decide what uniform I should wear. (maybe I should do this every year ;-))

Please select my new school uniform here. Your help is very much appreciated. :-)
Please select all the colors/items that you like, so I can see which items are in 2nd and 3rd place etc. in case I can't acquire the winning item.

The poll runs until 31st January. I will try to buy the items with the most votes, but please understand that it may not be possible to acquire the exact "winning uniform" (because it's either too expensive or - more likely - not available in my size).

Thank you,
Cornelia

Time for a re-start

Dear readers,

again, it has been some time since my last message. I wish I could tell you some interesting news, but instead I have to say that I haven't been doing any schoolgirl activities in 5 weeks. In fact, today is the first day since then that I wear my school uniform again (and it feels great :-))

Life is very busy at the moment with many 12h+ workdays (a co-worker has quit, no replacement for her, others called in sick, and lots of work to do ... I guess most people have experienced something like that before). And even though I enjoy the relaxing evenings - or rather what's left of them - on my sofa, I often daydream about going to a strict school and then having to do lots of homework in the evening or even some punishment lines until the next morning or over the weekend.

I hope to get back to that in 2013, and I'm also thinking about buying another school uniform to symbolize the re-start. Maybe something in maroon, I've always liked that color. What do you think?

- Cornelia

Back in school & a look back

Dear readers,

after some "off-time" in the last couple of weeks I went back to school today. Though I have to say that I wasn't very happy being there because Senorita Sanchez made me write out "Castigada por no hacer mis deberes" ("Punished for not doing my homework") 25 times on a piece of paper and then I had to stand in the corner for 45 minutes with the hands behind my head and holding the aforementioned paper.

My arms hurt after a few minutes already and my hands went numb several times. It was definitely a punishment.
If anyone wonders: the homework that I didn't do was to update my blog regularly....

To add to the punishment, Senorita Sanchez made me wear my summer uniform. So even if the blazer kept my upper body warm, my legs were cold and I felt very ... girly? feminine? in my school uniform. At times I wished I could wear trousers like the boys. Oh wait...

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I think it's also finally time to look back on the last year. My initial goal was to wear my schoolgirl uniform (almost) at all times when I'm at home. And even though the time that I spent in uniform greatly increased in the second half of the year (thanks to joining the Written Punishment group and getting to know several people who are also into this "lifestyle") I came nowhere near being in uniform full-time.

I'm still happy though. There were some phases were I spent most of my home-time in uniform, doing schoolwork. And I must say that doing this schoolwork and being punished etc. add to the feeling of being a schoolgirl immensely - instead of just sitting on the couch watching TV in a school uniform.

It's still a love-hate-relationship though. Do I like writing endless lines? No. Do I like being punished with corner time or even a spanking? Hell, no. But do I like being the schoolgirl who has to wear her strict uniform, doing schoolwork, even writing lines and getting punished? Well, kinda yes. It's a strange feeling and I haven't yet fully figured out why I like it. I think what pleases me the most is the knowledge that my teacher spends a minute thinking of my punishment and then it takes me hours to, for example, complete boring lines while he or she enjoys life and can relax or do whatever they want.

So do I want to continue to stay in uniform and do schoolwork? Yes, if time permits. Sadly I don't have too much time lately because I'm busy at work (the real work, not the schoolwork ;-)) and often I don't know in advance when I will have time. But maybe it gets better soon. I especially hope to have a complete weekend off soon, so that I can play out one of my detention fantasies - I'll let you know what exactly that fantasy contains and when it happens. ;-) Just so much for now: it basically involves two and a half days of writing.

I must be crazy.

- Cornelia

Day 360 - Has it really been that long?

Dear readers,

I can't believe I haven't updated that blog for two and a half months. Is there anybody still reading it? Please let me know in the comments.

During the past few weeks I had the chance to do some homework (instead of just punishments...because I'm a well-behaved girl *giggle*) thanks to some teachers from the Written Punishment group. Here are two excerpts:

The first homework task was by my German teacher Mr. Simon. I had to write out the most important German writers and information about them

 

 

Another homework was set by Senorita Sanchez. I had to draw a map of Europe including all countries and their capitals, and write a list with those countries and capitals.

 

That was really fun and interesting. I remember that many of our textbooks in school (in the mid-90s) were so old that they didn't even include a unified Germany, let alone all those new countries that came into existance after the fall of the Sovjet Union. I somehow never really bothered to have a close look on those eastern countries of Europe. But now I know them, thanks to Senorita Sanchez' homework.


Speaking of Senorita Sanchez: She was adamant to change some tiny things about my uniform rules. Since I have almost completed one year I think that should be possible. She wants me to wear socks or wool tights in navy blue rather than white. The tights have to be worn during the winter term when it's below 18°C inside, otherwise I have to wear the knee socks.

Here are a few pictures of the knee socks:

 

...the wool tights:

 

and another "fun photo" of my "photoshoot":

Isn't it a pity that curtseys have gone out of fashion?

And again, please let me know if anyone is still reading this. ;-)

- Cornelia

Day 283 - Saturday detention ... not awesome, but awful

Dear readers,

I always wanted to experience a strict saturday detention (there was no such thing at my school). And yesterday I had the "pleasure" of doing a full day detention for Señorita Sanchez. The tasks themselves (copying countries&capitals, copying a part of the bible, writing lines) were relatively easy. But the length of the detention (starting at 08:00 and ending at 22:30), aswell as the order to keep writing all the time (no stopping allowed) made it really awful - and painful.

This was the timetable:
08:00 Copying countries(blue pen) and capitals (black pen)
09:55 break
10.00 continue with the countries and capitals
12:00 lunch break
12:30 copying the bible: The Exodus
14:45 break
14:50 continue with the bible
17:00 break
17:20 Writing the sentence "Las alumnas con mal comportamiento deben hacer detencion los sabados"
19.50 break
20.00 continue with the sentence
22.30 End

And Señorita Sanchez made sure to check in every now and then via webcam (same angle as me writing lines in my previous blog post), so I had no idea whether she was looking or not, and had to write all the time.

I prepared the webcam etc. in the morning and then I ate breakfast and "went to school". Of course I arrived early ;-) and had to wait 10 minutes in front of the detention room. This was already dreadful because I was actually waiting for a full day detention - and I knew it.

I began writing the countries and capitals. For the first copy I wrote the country, changed the pen, wrote the capital, changed the pen, etc. But I soon got tired of it, so I wrote a full page of countries, then the full page capitals. This was easier but I didn't learn which capital belongs to which country. So I suppose I need to study before my exam which Señorita Sanchez plans to do in a couple of days.

After lunch I had to copy the bible. I am not religious, so I never had a bible in my hand before yesterday. However I always had the strange fantasy of being an exchange student at a strict christian school and be forced to attend church and copy the bible.
The first few chapters were interesting (with all the "backstory" of the Hebrews in Egypt) but then it got tiresome. The dialogue between God and Moses was very repetitive; they always repeated each other's question before answering it. It felt like it was intentionally written to be copied by schoolchildren as punishment...
And then it got even worse with Moses' family tree. A had sons called B, and C, and D. And B had sons called E, and F, and .... This would go on forever. And they all sounded like some Klingon dudes! So this was very difficult to write. I was actually relieved when this was over.

But then it got even worse. By 17:00, when I had to start writing the sentence, my hand hurt already and I also had a headache.
After the first half (20:00) I wanted to stop. I couldn't write anymore. I wanted to ask my teacher if you she would allow me to stop the detention, but she wasn't online anymore. (At least not during the break, I don't know if she logged in again afterwards)
I didn't want to risk a further punishment by stopping the detention without her permission. So I went back to writing...
The hand hurted more with each line, the headache got worse and my neck became stiff. In the last hour I couldn't sit still anymore because it was just so uncomfortable.

I was soooo relieved when the alarm at 22:30 rang. I knew it was over (at least the writing ... the pain still goes on). And I was a bit proud that I "survived" it.

I felt (and still feel) like a young schoolgirl that had to obey her teachers. The short 5 minute breaks were especially humiliating because there was barely time to go to the bathroom and then I had to rush back to writing, fearing more punishment if I didn't comply.
And today I still feel my hurting hand and the hurting neck (tightly encased in the stiff blouse collar of my school uniform) and I wonder what it would be like to go to school today and concentrate on studying with the pain in the hand and neck....well, at least that I probably will never know (sadly?).

 Here are the pages:

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

 

And this is me, holding the damn papers, and hoping that I will never have to do such a dreadful detention again.