Trust:
Takes a lifetime to earn; takes a second to loose; takes forever to regain.
English language was fun as usual: Elly and I swagged in the star trek room for the final lesson before our coursework was due in 3:
After my clarinet lesson, I sat with georgerai in the library for about 20 benevolent minutes and we had the loveliest conversation about teeth and I only shed about one or two hairs during the time :3
Another reason I don't like sixth form, albeit I am starting to not dislike it but will forever miss year 11, is because of the abhorrently small classes: core maths only has four people; french only has six. And when theres only six people, three of which are external females, when the teacher is handing out the work to peer assess you can't say 'which one is Emma' to the person next to you because everyone will hear. Moreover, when the teacher says 'can you stop talking' sass mode must be repressed: you can't riposte with 'no' because he will hear you; he will lock his eyes on yours; he will raise his eyebrows almost as far back as his hairline which has receded quite sadly for a twenty six year old :(. And also the one time I find solace in chewing/eating a sheet of paper is when the entire class decides to turn around and look your direction. Also its when you're most oblivious, and don't realise until you've almost swallowed it. Subconciously, I think I was trying to make myself ill because monday = english literature coursework due, english language coursework due, and worst of all: MUFTI DAY AKA JUDGEMENT DAY. May satan be avec. Also for my next english language coursework I want to do an article about satan, however it can't have anything to do with the first piece of coursework, and since there is an entire page consisting of a conversation with Satan, I worry AQA will not be impressed with my infatuation with lord lucifer 666. I don't know why Im so obsessed with him lol but I just have this irrevocable empathy for him. Another reason constituting my animosity for sixth form: too much choice!! Literally coursework in both lit + lang is just ok just do what you want
don't stop this part
do what you want
what you want avec bod
aw that song reminds me of my birthday last year because I got ARTPOP :(
lunch wasn't good because charlsey and lauren tried to coerce elly and I to overcome our phobia of touching fingertips. Elliott may have capitulated; I withstood and will perpetually fear the same body parts touching. Just makes me want to turn inside out idek why.
Psychology was good because Jack said I was rapunzel!! :3 In addition to that, I got two other hair complements today, which particularly impressed/flattered me bcus I didn't think today would be a good day since I had to brush it slightly and curly hair must never be brushed unless its wet and you don't mind ripping half of it out. Miss Carolan said it looks amazing and I should keep it exactly how it is. :3 best form tutor ever bre miss her :( but sad because I hardly got to say much to her except thenq.
ALso Afte r school I took a trepidatious treck to the schools most trepidatious pod: the English team base. Thanfully only my teacher was there and she'd marked my coursework but I felt bad because this was our conversation
'its on the board raf'
'thenq miss'
'hev a lovely weekend'
'thenq you too miss'
'take care'
'thenxs'
FEEL SO REMORSEFUL because I didn't tell her to take care too :( but I felt the superfluous repetitious may have made me seem slightly pretentious and I didn't want to be awkward but now I feel bad for not reciprocating her benevolence fully. Omg I should just do a blog for my second piece!! with all the tangents I go off on I could easily reach 1000 words!!
After school I went to collect my GCSE DT Product!! - a child's toy which fragments easily. guess we have a lot in common. The teacher who was my DT teacher in year 7 went to get it and was like 'nice to see you without a blue face, raf'. Anaphoric allusion to the last day of term 1 of year seven when I coated my face in blue chalk and you could say he was extremely displeased :-} (litotes) and subsequently gave me an hours detention + a test on the school code of conduct. PeaK tImes. Teachers were actually a lot more peaK in year 7 lol. But this was in the days when Alexandra Burke 'Bad Boys' was my jam. Also Ive seen her live lol.
Anyway, I collected it only to discover I had been deceived: whitby said he'd print off the final segments and glue them on/ together. But I found it as incomplete as the last time I saw it. Burdened by guilt, I guess thats why he left.
My year 7 DT teachers comments:
'R U sure its meant to be a snake?'
- no sox when I said snake I guess I must have been alluding to my teacher WHO LIED TO ME. I TRUSTED HIM AND HE LEFT
'what grade did this even get'
- a C thenq
'doesn't even have a face or a finish'
- well it would have if my teacher hadn't have been such a SNAKE. also I did wax it thenq v much
'don't ever give this to a child'
English language was fun as usual: Elly and I swagged in the star trek room for the final lesson before our coursework was due in 3:
After my clarinet lesson, I sat with georgerai in the library for about 20 benevolent minutes and we had the loveliest conversation about teeth and I only shed about one or two hairs during the time :3
Another reason I don't like sixth form, albeit I am starting to not dislike it but will forever miss year 11, is because of the abhorrently small classes: core maths only has four people; french only has six. And when theres only six people, three of which are external females, when the teacher is handing out the work to peer assess you can't say 'which one is Emma' to the person next to you because everyone will hear. Moreover, when the teacher says 'can you stop talking' sass mode must be repressed: you can't riposte with 'no' because he will hear you; he will lock his eyes on yours; he will raise his eyebrows almost as far back as his hairline which has receded quite sadly for a twenty six year old :(. And also the one time I find solace in chewing/eating a sheet of paper is when the entire class decides to turn around and look your direction. Also its when you're most oblivious, and don't realise until you've almost swallowed it. Subconciously, I think I was trying to make myself ill because monday = english literature coursework due, english language coursework due, and worst of all: MUFTI DAY AKA JUDGEMENT DAY. May satan be avec. Also for my next english language coursework I want to do an article about satan, however it can't have anything to do with the first piece of coursework, and since there is an entire page consisting of a conversation with Satan, I worry AQA will not be impressed with my infatuation with lord lucifer 666. I don't know why Im so obsessed with him lol but I just have this irrevocable empathy for him. Another reason constituting my animosity for sixth form: too much choice!! Literally coursework in both lit + lang is just ok just do what you want
don't stop this part
do what you want
what you want avec bod
aw that song reminds me of my birthday last year because I got ARTPOP :(
lunch wasn't good because charlsey and lauren tried to coerce elly and I to overcome our phobia of touching fingertips. Elliott may have capitulated; I withstood and will perpetually fear the same body parts touching. Just makes me want to turn inside out idek why.
Psychology was good because Jack said I was rapunzel!! :3 In addition to that, I got two other hair complements today, which particularly impressed/flattered me bcus I didn't think today would be a good day since I had to brush it slightly and curly hair must never be brushed unless its wet and you don't mind ripping half of it out. Miss Carolan said it looks amazing and I should keep it exactly how it is. :3 best form tutor ever bre miss her :( but sad because I hardly got to say much to her except thenq.
ALso Afte r school I took a trepidatious treck to the schools most trepidatious pod: the English team base. Thanfully only my teacher was there and she'd marked my coursework but I felt bad because this was our conversation
'its on the board raf'
'thenq miss'
'hev a lovely weekend'
'thenq you too miss'
'take care'
'thenxs'
FEEL SO REMORSEFUL because I didn't tell her to take care too :( but I felt the superfluous repetitious may have made me seem slightly pretentious and I didn't want to be awkward but now I feel bad for not reciprocating her benevolence fully. Omg I should just do a blog for my second piece!! with all the tangents I go off on I could easily reach 1000 words!!
After school I went to collect my GCSE DT Product!! - a child's toy which fragments easily. guess we have a lot in common. The teacher who was my DT teacher in year 7 went to get it and was like 'nice to see you without a blue face, raf'. Anaphoric allusion to the last day of term 1 of year seven when I coated my face in blue chalk and you could say he was extremely displeased :-} (litotes) and subsequently gave me an hours detention + a test on the school code of conduct. PeaK tImes. Teachers were actually a lot more peaK in year 7 lol. But this was in the days when Alexandra Burke 'Bad Boys' was my jam. Also Ive seen her live lol.
Anyway, I collected it only to discover I had been deceived: whitby said he'd print off the final segments and glue them on/ together. But I found it as incomplete as the last time I saw it. Burdened by guilt, I guess thats why he left.
My year 7 DT teachers comments:
'R U sure its meant to be a snake?'
- no sox when I said snake I guess I must have been alluding to my teacher WHO LIED TO ME. I TRUSTED HIM AND HE LEFT
'what grade did this even get'
- a C thenq
'doesn't even have a face or a finish'
- well it would have if my teacher hadn't have been such a SNAKE. also I did wax it thenq v much
'don't ever give this to a child'
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