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Wow, I'm updating! Nothing much is happening right now...let's see. I've a blood test Monday to figure out what's wrong with me, which ought to be fun. Hopefully the result won't be too serious. Remember a few months back, I mentioned my science teacher for whom an a* isn't good enough? (To cut a longish story short for those who didn't read that entry, I'd got an a* (the highest GCSE grade) in our mock exams, but he came over to me and told me that I wasn't doing well enough and obviously wasn't trying hard.) Well, he pointed out today that it was our very last lesson together, so I figured I'd attempt to take the bull by the horns and point it out to him if it came up. So the lesson went by- he asked "will you miss me?", ack- and by the end of it I figured I'd lost my chance. But what he actually did was to go stand by the doorway and say goodbye to us all as we went out. So he said goodbye to me, and I said "um, goodbye" offhandedly. He stopped me and asked what that was about, and I basically told him what he'd done to my confidence. So he said "well, why didn't you tell me earlier?", which prompted me to reply with something glib, and then he said goodbye again. Not one word of apology- not that I exactly expected it, but it would have been something. The whole time while we were talking, I had Amanda in the doorway and Emma, Ted, Katrina and India behind me, stopping me from running off and bursting into tears or something similarly stupid. They were wonderful, heh- they would say "awww" or make disapproving noises at exactly the right times. I think I would have freaked out if I'd been left with him alone, attempting to explain- he's 6'7, and even when he's attempting to look understanding (hah!) and all, that still doesn't change the fact he's staring down at me from a good foot and a half up. I am so glad I never have to see him again. My french and german orals went fine- I made the traditional stupid mistakes in each, but nothing major. In the french when she asked "were there many people with you?" I said "sure, there were ten or thirty". In German, I accidentally said I was still in England and had lost my ticket when I was meant to be in Germany. My teacher then said "oh, I'll come pick you up from there" which was kind, if a tad ambitious. Today's one of those days where I remember how much I love NC. It's great how many creative ways people can come up with to defend their right to throw in the occasional "shit" and so on in their posts. I find it frankly amazing how the original poster thought that I should go and censor everyone on the forum- um, I'm 16, and I am no-one's parent (ack, can you imagine how bad I'd be as a parent?). Do your own parenting of sites. To insist a site be shut down and reported to TNT (who already know about the site) for a few choice "fuck"s is just laughable, and people are having great fun laughing at the person. Quotes: "Would you let your kids see someone posting the "fudge" word or any other sort?" "P.S. Ziggy, next time you say "shut the fudge up", have some death sex to freddy" "Fuckitty fuck fuck FUCK" (in huge red font) "You've been a complete hypocrite, and a chatspeaker, saying "kthnxbye" twice in your message (making you sound like you really should not be allowed to speak to anyone, EVER)." "Copulate, copulate, copulate, copulate... Oh, does that not have the same effect? I'm sorry." ""the f-word, Father - the bad f-word, worse than 'feck', you know the one I mean!" - Mrs. Doyle" "In conclusion, LEAVE MY PINATA ALONE YOU SHUCKING BITCHES!!" Remember two entries ago I mentioned my science teacher, the one for whom an a* wasn't good enough? Well, today he made himself look a far bigger ass. In England, school students pretty much all wear uniform, and one thing shools do to raise money for charity is to every so often (termly at my school) have a day on which you can pay 50p or so and wear your own clothes to school. So, a girl in my class was wearing a V-neck t-shirt and it came down fairly low, I guess. However, the best way to point that out to someone is not to say "sorry, but your top is so low cut that it's distracting me", and especially not if you're a male teacher and just meant to be answering her question. He actually didn't ever answer her question, either, just stared at her breasts, as if he wasn't being paid to prattle on about motors and dynamos. Life lessons are not in his job description, I'd wager. As he walked away, she just kept muttering "you wanker, you wanker". He was in a foul mood all lesson, and finally at the end of it said he was sorry if he'd "pissed the class off". Too late. In other news...I've got another £60 in sponsorship for the prom, which brings the total up to about $250 (sounds more impressive in dollars, you see). One salon went for the 250 tickets for £60 option, and then asked me if I was planning on ripping them off. Um, sure, of course I always planned to do that. Which reminds me, I need to get Emma to email them back. $250 is not bad considering we're only giving the salons space for a 4cm x 4cm logo each- it's a lot more per person than the company I did work experience for charged. Speaking of advertising, here is an advertising medium we will not be trying. Logos on prom tickets is one thing, but on your baby? One last thing...is it friends list or friends' list? It can't be friend's list because it doesn't belong to the one friend, but those two sort of make sense. And ooh! We went on a bouncy castle in PE today! Beats netball, that's for sure.
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