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| Monday, February 12th, 2007 | | 4:47 pm |
I'm taking a leaf out of my friend Katie's book. Until Friday, this will be my new homepage. EXCUSE ME, MISSY. You'd better be coming online for something constructive. You have a LOT of work to do and procrastinating isn't going to help anyone. So unless you are doing any of the following: - Checking your kentmail for important e-mails - Double-checking referencing styles - Making sure you don't have any overdue books at the library GET OFF THE INTERNET AND BACK ONTO MICROSOFT WORD, YOUNG LADY!!! Let me remind you exactly what you have to have done by the end of this week ... - 1300 words of Research Summary - 700 words of Criticising A Dramatic Essay - 500 words of Self Evaluation - ONE PAGE of 'What I Did On My Trip To Orbital Sound' - TWO PAGES of Examining Sound In 'Cirque Du Soleil' - Research on 'The Intruder' - Justification of Sound Cues - Evaluation of Group Work - And LOTS AND LOTS OF PRODUCTION MEETINGS Get your arse in gear. | | Wednesday, October 18th, 2006 | | 1:31 pm |
Blackpool Fic - These Are The Things We Won't Do
CHAPTER ONE We won’t be together so long that we forget how we got together in the first place and it doesn’t matter to us or to anybody else. “Y’know, Natalie,” said Peter lazily, “it’s times like these I appreciate the life we have.” Natalie raised her eyebrow at him as she carried a plate of carved roast chicken to the dinner table. “Times like what?” she questioned, a hint of amusement in her voice. Despite having been married to Peter for the nearly twenty-five years, she still felt occasionally that there were new things about his personality she had yet to discover. Peter peered at her through his glasses and made a show of folding his Sunday paper up. “This,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You and me. I’m retired, you’re retired, we’ve paid off the mortgage, all our paperwork is up-to-date, and I’m about to tuck into a beautiful homemade Sunday roast.” He smiled at Natalie as she went back into the kitchen to fetch the vegetables. “I can even manage to put up with the grandkids. How old is Freya now?” he added conversationally. “Twenty-three in October,” Natalie shouted from the kitchen. “Plenty of time to think of something for her.” “Sweet girl, that Freya,” Peter said, eyeing the chicken hungrily. “I think she quite likes having six grandparents.” “Well, she did when she was younger,” retorted Natalie, laden with plates of carrots and sprouts, “but once she hit puberty, the less said about us wrinklies, the better.” She playfully slapped Peter’s roving hand away from the bowl of roast potatoes. “And don’t forget,” she added, “that Darryl’s mum, she died last year, so it’s just five grandparents now – you, me, Ripley, Kitty and Darryl’s dad … what’s his name again?” “Badger me not with details, woman,” Peter said, grinning. “Not when there’s Yorkshire puddings just begging to be eaten.” Natalie slapped his hand away again, returning the cheeky smile. She gave him a peck on the cheek to apologise, and he settled down. “And don’t forget next week!” Peter said in mock indignation. Natalie frowned at him, feigning forgetfulness. “Next week?” she asked. “What’s next week?” “Our silver wedding anniversary!” exclaimed Peter, not realising Natalie was teasing him. “Don’t tell me you’d forgotten? Much more important than Freya’s birthday!” “Oh, of course I hadn’t forgotten,” Natalie smiled, ruffling his hair the way he liked. It amazed her that he still had a full head of hair all these years later, despite the flushes of grey sneaking in. “I was joking, silly.” “Yeah, right,” he muttered mutinously, despite the cheeky gleam in his eyes. “You’d forget your head if it wasn’t screwed on.” He sniffed childishly and licked his lips at the sight of the stuffing balls Natalie was just bringing into the dining room. “I bet you can’t even remember exactly how we met.” Natalie opened her mouth to retort but quickly closed it when she realised he had a valid point. “D’you know, I don’t think I can remember, she said in wonder. Chuckling slightly, she put down the plate and sat down opposite Peter. “All these years we’ve been together and I can’t even remember where we met first.” “Funny Girls,” said Peter immediately. He paused. “Or was is the supermarket?” He paused again. “I remember tofu.” “Funny Girls was our first date,” Natalie corrected, “but how we met …” She laughed. “Nope. Gone.” “Never mind,” Peter sighed. “We’re together now, and that’s what matters.” He reached over the table and squeezed Natalie’s hand gently. She smiled back and patted his wrist. “Right,” he suddenly announced, focussing his attention on the roast dinner in front of him. “Potatoes or parsnips first?” | | Friday, August 18th, 2006 | | 12:28 pm |
quizzes are fun!
( Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)
| × I miss somebody right now. |
× I don't watch much TV these days. |
✓ I own lots of books. |
| ✓ I wear glasses or contact lenses. (and they're SEXY.) |
× I love to play video games. |
× I've tried marijuana. |
| × I've watched porn movies. |
× I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship. |
✓ I believe honesty is usually the best policy. |
| ✓ I curse sometimes. (fuck yeah.) |
× I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. |
× I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me. |
( it goes on... ) | | Tuesday, September 6th, 2005 | | 6:41 pm |
| | Thursday, July 21st, 2005 | | 5:04 pm |
i just spent an hour and a half attempting to first decipher and then type up the notes for the minutes from mum's last PTFA meeting. she OWES me. in other news, i've finally chosen which colours to use to redecorate my bedroom. and, because the Dulux website is magic and has little virtual rooms you can 'paint' ... here's one i made earlier!  ok ... so my bedroom doesn't actually look like that. but still, you get the general gist. in other news, more london bomb attempts. *yawn* come on guys, the co-ordinated terrorist attack thing is getting old. | | Thursday, July 7th, 2005 | | 7:49 pm |
fuck me.
after today's london bombings, so far we have 37 confirmed dead and over 700 injured. jesus h christ. it's just so unreal, i mean, you hear about suicide bombings and all sorts all the time, but because it's happening in other countries you don't really pay attention. but now it's like ... fuck. this is real, this stuff does actually happen. and mr kerwin had the NERVE in sociology to say "well, now we know how the people in Baghdad must feel every day." i really laid into him, i don't care if he's a teacher ... we know jackshit about the people in Baghdad. how the fuck DARE he say we can sympathise because of what happened today? wanker. in other news, Queen and Paul Rodgers has been postponed until next friday. pros: i still get to see them, i get to stay up late to get the new Harry Potter Book, i get to go to school tomorrow and not miss as many days as i was going to. cons: it clashes with house drama, it clashes with my grade 6 speech and drama exam, it clashes with the first day of benenden. seriously, though ... no fucking contest. if i have to, i'll cancel my drama exam. i can take it again. this is QUEEN. there is absolutely NO WAY i am missing this. | | Thursday, June 30th, 2005 | | 10:38 pm |
everybody likes the class clown.
everybody laughs at her jokes, everybody has their favourite impressions, everybody requests anecdotes, everyone enjoys lessons when she argues with the teacher. the class clown is everybody's friend. and yet the class clown has no friends of her own. nobody sees the girl beneath. nobody sees the girl who uses humour as a front, to keep people out of her life, to make people think she is alright. nobody cares about the girl behind the mask. sometimes, all it takes is a simple "you alright?" or maybe a "how are you?" in order to reach out and touch her. often she is asked these questions as a formality, because it is expected of people to be nice to the class clown. people do not expect the class clown to have feelings. the class clown is considerate of other people's feelings, but other people are not considerate of hers. she is trapped behind her mask, afraid of what will happen if people discover the reality of what lies behind it. she fears that people will not like her if she is no longer the class clown. the class clown is stuck in an endless cycle of charades and pretence. one day, the class clown will be able to be herself. one day, there will appear the boy of her dreams, who will hug her for no reason, who will text her to say "good morning, i love you", who will sit and tell her every day that she is beautiful. and even though she may not believe these things herself, the boy of her dreams will convince her that what he says is the truth. and when that day and that boy comes, the class clown will no longer have to be the class clown, because she knows she is loved for who she is, not who she retends to be. but until then, the class clown must continue her act. and she must not let slip that her face is not real, because if she does then people will be scared. people will know that happy people really can be scared, and that popular people can be the lonliest people in the world. people will know that the class clown really does have feelings. and that, perhaps, is the most frightening thought of all. as the class clown continues her life, she knows that as long as she keeps up the pretence, the boy of her dreams will not come ... and yet she is terrified to drop the mask, in case he boy of her dreams sees her as she really is - sad, scared and alone - and will not want to know her. and that is the thought that haunts the class clown day after day. | | Sunday, June 26th, 2005 | | 7:04 pm |
| | Saturday, June 11th, 2005 | | 4:26 pm |
yes, our lawn is that big.
i'm SO broke. i need money. i'm so desperate for cash i'm helping mum out in the garden. i detest gardening. i consider it the most loathsome chore of housework. however, moving the lawn is not so back-breakingly horrendous, and at least the smell of cut grass is nice. so i've just spent twa and a half hours mowing our jungle of a lawn and trimming the edges of it with the strimmer. yes, our lawn is that big. mum bought me some new jazz trainers today. i *heart* them. they're Capezio ones, so they're fucking ACE quality, plus they're really comfy and Kate, the lady in the shop (who, consequently, is also my dance teacher), said that they'll last me forever. i think she was exaggerating, but still, they're gonna last me a long time. they're so much nicer than my old jazz trainers. they were Bloch ones. Bloch sucks ass. mum bought me a nice dancing top as well (also Capezio ... i thought they only made shoes), and we spent an hour and a quarter in the shop chatting to Kate and looking at all the dance shoes. they have jazz trainers that look like Converse! how cool! had my last exam yesterday. thank the lord. content-wise, it was by far one of the nicest exams i've had. however, i am not a fan of exams in which you have to write four essays in three hours. therefore, i was exhausted when i finally crawled out of the exam room at ten to five. yoink. but at least i haven't got any more exams until next year now, which has gotta be a plus. anyway, a girl in my year threw a party for her birthday and most people went along to celebrate the end of exams, but the poor girl was absolutely paralytic - so much so that we had to bundle her into a car home at half past nine. silly child. but the party was fun, at least. AND i got asked to slow dance three times by two different boys. ok, so these boys were not the nicest-looking boys in england (you would have said 'no' too if you'd seen the state of them), but still ... at least i was asked! so that cheered me up. i'm gonna be at maz's this time next week! score! *happy dance* | | Wednesday, June 8th, 2005 | | 8:25 pm |
*hangs head in shame*
ok, ok, i haven't updated this a lot recently. i'm bad. i also have no excuse for not updating. i'm worse. however, i HAVE been making dave beg his little brains out. oh yes indeed. i've got The Power. *grins* | | Thursday, June 2nd, 2005 | | 1:09 pm |
i had a dream last night ...
a dream i really shouldn't have had ... but it was good nonetheless. :D ok ... so, in my dream, i'm lying on my bed reading a magazine, because i've just tidied my bedroom up and i'm relaxing. so anyway, i'm reading my magazine, and i look up and David is sitting on my sofabed. the only thing is, he's dressed really weirdly - he looks like he should be in ancient Greece, he's got the sandals and the sheet on, and he looks like some sort of ancient Greek god, because he's pracically glowing. anyway, we talk for a bit, and then he comes over and starts kissing me. anyway, just as things start getting really hot, he disappears ... poof! vanished. while i'm trying to work out what happened, Dale Winton appears out of nowhere and attempts to throw me into a big vat of gunge, only i'm rescued by a group of knights in shining armour, and they all take their helmets off ... one of them is David, one is Cameron, one is Tony Vincent, one is Johnny Depp and one is Adam Brody. and just as we're all riding off into the sunset, i woke up. analyse that. | | Saturday, May 28th, 2005 | | 1:56 pm |
phew.
thats the bulk of my exams over with. yay! english yesterday ... the Enduring Love questions SUCKED ASS (we had a choice between minor characters or science, so i chose minor characters), and so the the Blake questions (The Clod And The Pebble ... i knew it. the one poem we hadn't studied. and it didnt help that the essay question was asking about how Blake presents love in his other poems. the only poems i remembered were The Sick Rose and The Tyger. The Sick Rose was easy enough, but i could not think of anything about love for The Tyger, so after much thinking i wrote a load of crap about how The Tyger shows God's egoistic love for himself etc eyc. the examiner is either going to think i'm an idiot or a genius. i'm hoping it's the latter, particularly as i thought i argued my point quite well). the question for A Streetcar Named Desire was AWESOME and i know i did well on that, so all is good. i love Streetcar. absolutely love it. i am now celebrating the fact that i don't have to go into school for another two weeks now ... happy days! MiG's leaving We Will Rock You in july! and he might not be coming back EVER! *cries* so ... seeing as next week is half term and also pocket money day, i SO have to go up to london and wish him good luck. plus, i'll be able to gt a picture and autograph and sell them on eBay if he gets famous! hehehehe no, i wouldn't so that ... it's mean ... but still, i'd be able to say i knew him before he was a superstar! woot! in other news, i found my denim hotpants from last year. the ones marked "age 13-14". and they STILL FIT. i love my arse. | | Saturday, May 21st, 2005 | | 4:11 pm |
and yet *again*, carys comes home single. dammit.
i need to make a big flashing neon sign saying "i'm single, for fuck's sake ask me out" amd position it above my head. i've also come to an informed decision. if i don't get a boyfriend by my 18th birthday, i will transform myself overnight into a violent, man-hating, lesbian feminist, i will shave my head, i will get my eyebrow pierced and i will go around throwing eggs at anything that looks like a man or any part of a man. or i'll just become a mad old recluse surrounded by fifty cats. either way, the future looks pretty bleak after my 18th. *rant alert* feminism has completely ruined dating for women. back in the good old days, men chased after women and that was that. it was men who did all the work. if the woman didn't like him, she told him where to go and the man buggered off and chased another woman. simple. but not these days. oh no. NOW us women have to endure being constantly put under pressure to stand up for ourselves, to make the first move, to take the intiative. fair enough, it made women feel a bit better. but because of all this, the men decided "ah, to hell with chasing women ... let's make them chase after us instead". so men are now refusing point blank to make the first move. so now women like me, who have old-fashioned values and want to be chased after by men, can't get anywhere in the dating scene because both us women and those men are refusing to make teh first move, so we're stuck in limbo. it's so pissing annoying. *rant over* | | Thursday, May 12th, 2005 | | 9:06 pm |
blah.
i feel really ... blah. there's nothing really wrong, but there's nothing really right either. i've given up trying to understand what my english teacher wants from me when i do a timed essay. i've had to finish this one by resorting to sopying and pasting information from the internet. i know it's wrong and i know my exam is in two weeks' time, but i've learned more from this information than i ever have from my teacher. this stuff actually makes sense. i'm having to edit it here and there, because while the language is comprehensible, i don't think my teacher would accept me writing it, especially in a timed essay. i mean, i understand it ... i just don't think he does. tit. can't be arsed. hmph. | | Tuesday, May 10th, 2005 | | 3:45 pm |
bored. actually have nothing to do. nothing at all. i could do revision, i suppose, but seeing as i've never revised for exams before now, why break the habit of a lifetime? and anyway, the only subject i really need to revise is psychology, and i can't do that now because my stuff is at home. so nyer. i'm starting to get annoyed with the kid i'm supposed to be mentoring. i left her a note in her register last week telling ehr to come and meet up with me to discuss further meetings. did she turn up? no. i've written her another note and i'm putting it in her register for tomorrow morning ... if she doesn't turn up tomorrow i'm just going to tell the peer mentoring woman that my kid obviously has decided she doesn't want to be mentored so can i please have another kid. i've put the effort in, i've tried to contact her to meet up with her, but it's a two-way street - she has to come to the meetings if she wants to be mentored. stupid child. hmph ... i do wish my friends who have said "ooh, i know a guy who would be perfect for you" would actually get off their arses and introduce me. what's the point of telling me you know a guy who you can set me up with if you're not going to fucking set me up with him?! gah. i'm getting quite fed up of it all, really. in other news, i got my prefect badge today. that's it. i think it's quite sad that the most important thing that has happened to me in the last few days is that i've got a new badge. shpff. | | Friday, May 6th, 2005 | | 11:19 pm |
all in all, not a bad day.
firstly: tony blair is a fucking wanker who never should have got a second term as prime minister, let alone a third term. however, seeing as i am not old enough to vote, i see no point in complaining. now, on with the rest of today's news. my belly is now officially PIERCED! woot! looking down on it, it looks slightly wonky, but apparently that's due to (a) the swelling, (b) the way the belly bar is twisted round (it's not a straight one, it's slightly curved), and (c) the way the bar rests on my belly button (i'm an outy) ... so yeah. if it still looks weird this time next week i'm gonna start panicking ... but for now it's been cleaned and cleaned and covered up and uncovered and cleaned some more ... i defy any germ to come and set up home within my belly button in the next three to six months. mwahahahahahahaha! *ahem* in other news, my Head Girl speech went down a treat. i was a little bit nervous beforehand (translation: i was absolutely terrified) but i went ahead with it. you could tell with some of the girls that they'd just cobbled something together for the sake of it, while others really had put a lot of thought into what they were going to say. bless kirsty, she started crying, saying how proud she was just to be a part of the prefect team (she only wanted to be Deputy Head Girl anyway, so i voted for her for that). out of the 20 girls who'd been voted prefect, i'd say about 12 or 13 of them made some sort of speech, and only about 9 of them went specifically for Head Girl. it's really tough doing it in alphabetical order, because that meant that i had to make the last speech (damn katy williams and suzy wood not wanting to be Head Girl!), so i was completely and utterly shitting myself ... but i got through it and i got laughs. i was SO not expecting that. i figured my speech would either get a couple of giggles or it would fall on its arse, but people were literally clutching their stomachs. i'm inclined to blame the outfit i was wearing. but anyway, they liked it and they found it funny (apparently the headmistress was wetting herself laughing, which has got to be a good sign, i s'pose). on monday i have to do a speech for House Drama Captain, and at lunchtime on minday we find out who the top three contenders for Head Girl are, because the headmistres wants to interview us all separately. we find out who the Head Girl is during assembly on tuesday, when we get given our Prefect badges and our House badges. i'm pretty confident abotu getting House Drama captain ... i mean, i'm more experienced than the other girl going for it, and more people know/like me. plus i've wanted to be House Drama Captain since, like, year seven, AND i've been in every single House Drama since year seven ... so ... yeah. i deserve it. mwahahahahahaha! Head Girl speech is below, if you really want to read it. "I’m one of those people who isn’t really sure whether to go for Head Girl or not. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say, because obviously I’ve never gone for this before, but I thought I’d give it a go anyway. I could stand here and tell you all about how brilliant at being Head Girl I’d be, but I’m not going to lie – I want to be Head Girl because I want to wear the big shiny badge. That’s my main motivation for going for this position. But apparently we have to say more than that, so I had to think about what sort of a Head Girl I’d be. I will admit that I had to ask for help, because I don’t know what my good traits are. Some of the things I do, like me being a bit of a perfectionist, seem to me like rather good personality traits, but some people find it annoying. You see my problem. Anyway, after asking around, I managed to find out what people like about me. Firstly, I’d be a good ambassador to the school. I’d meet and greet without complaining, I’m approachable, I’m quite comfortable with making speeches and presentations and I’m committed to the school – I try my best to attend important events like open evenings and such like. I also would love the opportunity to have the responsibility and trust of the rest of the school, so that I’d be able to organise events and rotas, and involve the school in more activities. I think this year’s prefect team have taken a bit of a backseat attitude to school events, and I want to change that by getting the prefects more involved in charity events, assemblies and so on and so forth. I’m happy working in a team and I’m happy as a leader, and contrary to popular belief I can prioritise my workload! I’d like to be a role model for the younger pupils, especially the new year sevens, and while you might not think I’d be a conventional role model, it doesn’t really matter because the pupils would be able to make their own minds up about me. I’d also like the opportunity to be involved with all the year groups, because I remember the Head Girl when I was in year seven being really nice and friendly towards us lot, which made me feel better and helped me to settle into a new school. But while it’s all very well and good spouting off things that I can do and boring you to death with it, it’s your decision as to who the new Head Girl is going to be, and you should choose who you think would be good in the job. I would like to end my speech by reiterating the main reason for me wanting to be Head Girl – I want to wear the big shiny badge." | | Thursday, May 5th, 2005 | | 8:15 pm |
today has been a good day.
i got an A in my Latin test and i go made a prefect. cancel that ... i got VOTED IN as a prefect. the people in my year actually voted for me to be a prefect. they either like me or they want me to do more work. i can't work out which. anyway, it means i'm in the running for Head Girl, so i've written a hustings speech and i have to read it out in front of everyone tomorow. apparently i can't go for Head Girl AND St Martin's House Drama Captain, but that's bollocks because i talked to the head of year and she said it wouldn't be a problem. i probably won't get both, though ... and to be honest, i'd much rather be drama captain ... but meh. we'll see how the voting goes. you never know, i might get both. then again, i might not get either. i'm more confident about getting drama captain though, because i've got more experience than the other girl and my play is funnier. plus more people like me. so yeah. an all-round good day. the Liberal Democrats won the school election. woot! and i'm getting my belly pierced tomorrow ... can't wait! | | Tuesday, May 3rd, 2005 | | 3:52 pm |
sitting in the computer room pretending to do sociology is not the most exciting way to spend a tuesday afternoon, but it's better than actually doing sociology. anyway, i've got all the notes and i've copied and pasted a load of stuff off the internet, so it should be a piece of cake. i'm feeling a little bit better now, you'll be glad to hear. i'm still not completely 100%, but i'm a bit better. me and jenny and zara and shannon are making plans to go ten pin bowling on saturday, which should be fun, and then the week after that (depending on how much cash we've got left) i might try and persuade them all to come to The Party Bar in folkestone ... there's two rooms, y'see, one does al the really bad dance/acid/house crap, and the other room does 60s/70s/80s/cheese, which would be great if they just cut out the cheese ... but meh. i can put up with a bit of cheese. and anyway, i'd much rather meet a guy who likes cheese than a guy who likes house. but whether or not we go will depend on how much money we have. of course, there's the whole deal about this place being strictly over 18s only, but we can look 18, so that's not a problem. anyway, if jenny and zara and shannon don't want to come with me, i might try and convince my sister to come with me, seeing as she's 20 ... it might make me look a bit older. and if all else fails, i can use mum's passport and just say i've had a facelift. i've pulled a version of that trick before and it's worked (my auntie introduced me to her mates as her sister and i said that i'd had a facelift ... they all believed me until mum walked through and us three burst out laughing :D), so no worries there. listening to the Kaiser Chiefs ... fucking love these guys. i wish they were supporting Queen instead of Razorlight ... at least then i'd know some of the songs. i've not heard any of Razorlight's stuff. hmph. Current Mood:  hopeful | | Sunday, May 1st, 2005 | | 12:02 am |
and yet again, carys comes home single.
i don't get it. there are way uglier girls in my year who have boyfriends (that's not being bitchy, that's a fact. i'm not saying i'm stunning, but i'm better-looking than some of the people i know) and i've not even had one. ever. not unless you count luke in year nine, which i don't because we never even did anything. we didn't really even go out on dates. we just decided to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend. so that doesn't count. it's not fair. and now i know i'm going to get jealous of maz all over again, and i feel terrible about it, because i soooo want to be happy for her, finding a nice new boyfriend ... and i am, i am happy for her. but there's still a tiny part of my that's screaming out, "it's not fair! why does she have one and not me? i deserve a boyfriend as well! this is her second one, i've not even had one! it's not fair!" and i hate myself for it, because i really, really don't want to be jealous. but i am, because that's the sort of person i am. i'm insecure and i don't care who knows it. take tonight ... despite loads of people telling me i look gorgeous, i didn't feel it. i blame it on auntie flo coming to visit. i went out with jenny, shannon and zara to pizza hut to celebrate having done our drama practical, and what happens? they all get phone numbers. all three of them. jenny even got texted on the train home by the bloke she met (a busker who dedicated a song to her). it's not fucking fair. why do they get guys' numbers and i don't? it's just not fucking fair. anyway ... o1. Reply with your name and I will write something about you. o2. I will then tell what song/movie remind me of you. o3. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, it would be... o4. I will try to name a single word that best describes you. o5. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you. o6. I will tell you what animal you remind me of. o7. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you. o8. Put this in your journal. | | Wednesday, April 27th, 2005 | | 10:44 am |
the incohrerent ramblings of an ill AS level student
i seriously do love my drama teacher. she's sent me an email telling me what i need to do to make my theatre studies portfolio better, and even though the absolute final deadline for handing it in was supposed to be the end o school today, she's said that if i don't feel up to handing it in then i can give it to her first thing tomorrow morning, because she saw how ill i was. she's such a sweetheart. bloody hell, though ... we had three girls crying in theatre studies yesterday because of all the pressuree we're under with exams and that. the other teachers don't seem to realise how much work we need to put in for this exam. i mean, take sociology on monday. mr kerwin springs a test on us about research methods. fine, ok, we need to know research methods. but with half the class preparing for their theatre studies dress rehearsal that evening, and about a thrid of the class preparing for their german or french orals, we asked mr kerwin if we could postpone the test until next monday, so that we'd have more time to revise for it and we'd learn more. sounds fair, right? wrong. he started having a massive go at us, talking about how sociology can't wait because the sociology exams were some of the first exams we were going to do that year and the sociology work just can't wait another week. excuse me? my first exam is this friday. some people's first exam was yesterday. neither of those exams were sociological in form. and THEN he said the 'p' word to us. i'm sorry, but any teacher who even dares think the word 'priorities' needs to be shot. THOSE ARE YOUR PRIORITIES, NOT MINE! my priorities at the moment are just fine and dandy. as soon as my theatre studies exam is out of the way, THEN i will throw all my weight behind sociology, seeing as i intend to continue with that subject next year. until then, theatre studies is getting my full attention. so screw you, mr kerwin. then we had people crying because mrs swainston (history teacher) was going to yell at them if they missed anotehr lesson. never mind that these girls were dying of the 'flu themselves (ok, that was an exaggerration, but they were ill!), history was the most important thing to do, and woe betide any of them who missed a lesson. so what if they were ill and needed to rest for a very important exam on friday? that didn't matter. history mattered! give me a fuckin' BREAK here. WE DO NOT NEED ALL THIS PRESSURE. this is exactly the reason my sister left before she finished her A levels, and this is exactly the reason a lot of my friends have already left before even finishing their AS levels. and i do know a lot of girls who are very close to leaving after their AS levels. it's teachers like miss mortimer (drama teacher) who help us through this. not only is she a great form tutor, she's undoubtedly the best drama teacher i've ever had at this school. and then there's dr hackney (latin teacher) who knows that, while latin is very very important and needs a lot of attention, at the moment theatre studies needs more attention. dr hackney doesn't mind that i've not had time to translate all my homeworks, because she knows that i've done it before and i'll do it again. i tell you i am THIS CLOSE |--| to quitting after my As levels as well ... but i'm not going to. i'm stubborn. once i've decided i'm going to see something through, wild horses couldn't stop me from doing it. that's how i started losing hair during my GCSEs. i was determined to do well in the subjects i wanted to do well in and screw the other teachers, but the stress and pressure they were putting on me meant my hair started to fall out. well, this year it's going to be different. no more miss nice carys. this time it's personal. i am going to stay in the sixth form and complete my A levels if it kills me. i'm going to carry on doing latin just to annoy miss pope (deputy head who was hell-bent against me doing latin in the first place) and i'm going to do my damnedest to make sure that my theatre studies grade will be the best out of the lot, because i'll be damned if i'm not going to make it in the acting business. |
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