Homework, homework, homework...homework Ugh homewrokk!!
Omg. Can't belive I'm in year ten already. I don't belong in GCSE mixed ability groups argh. And Yellow Orange - sorry ocher...? Stripe doesn't suit me. So today we had chemistry with the Apple God dude who expects me to get an A*. Because he thinks I'm 'clever' because I listen (sometimes) and wrote 'C1' on my book when everyone else just wrote 'Chemistry' on theirs.-.- sorry awks. I'm so bad at chemistry anyway I don't even like it that much! Anyway he seems coolio but omg French teacher - Monsieur Pietro something - bre proper donnilie! He didn't know Fanthorpe was pregz and was like 'WHAT?! I THOUGHT SHE JUST HAD A GOOD SUMMER?!?!?' Rofl. Though we didnt actually do any work for the fist two periods...until History...and I walked in to see we had the scary guy who I was unsure if he was the dude we were having and i was just like arghghzmomgm...and he knew my name...>.< I think he knew me in year eight. Scary times. He's an okay teacher but nothing compared to Thornton :'(. He said Hall was fiighting for us (but she got the dueal humanities group) and even McKie wanted us, so perhaps slightly unfair?! I think she deserved us more than him. But he's alright, Sorry for the negativilies. Just sad. :( And He's really tall and Scary and Bald! He's not bald, he has a shaved head. so basically he cooses to be bald. English with Browning tomorrow should be interesting...
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