I failed, okay..10 push ups for me!
I do believe I could have not blogged until my exams were over.
but in half a year time, I want to read through my past post
&& I want to reminisce all this! they aren't exciting, but they mean something to me!
firstly, sometimes I hate myself for being so weak.
im back in the love trap, not exactly trap, but I layed my eyes on someone.
*drools* its a teenager thing; you guys would understand
he makes me go
ooh-la-la! why didn't I notice him before?
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Anyways, pushing the mushy mushy love talk aside..
Let's just talk about school. Well, I'll talk, you read.
Maths first session to start off the week. Call me lucky
(if you love maths) or unlucky
(if you hate maths) but its a terrible lesson to start off the week for me. Anyways, I was glad to see Mr Mulligan teaching us again rather than the student learning to be a teacher (wanna-be-teacher). No offence of course, but I felt like I was in primary school when she was teaching. What's with the name calling to answer questions? Not cool. Not cool.
Then after Maths, I had AIT. If you read all my other post. You can see my
hate love for AIT. Therefore, MONDAY is not a good day for me. I don't even have to talk about AIT. It will always be the same as my rant on the other post...
I hate AIT with such a passion that I'm cursing AIT in my brain from the time my foot steps into class till the time I step out of AIT. My eyes are always attracted by the clock in that classroom. Why did I even do AIT in year 12?
Then recess, mm..I don't feel like I belong anywhere anymore. Staying upstairs with the year 12, I don't feel like I belong there. I'm not studying, why am I even up there? Going downstairs, I'm lonely there. I have no idea what half the conversations are anymore. Its a year 11 shizz, I am the outlier. I found a new spot to sit, but everyone would probably rather the old spot so why bother mentioning it. A part of me wants to find a new group to hang out with, but I do love my clique VERY much.
Art. HAAAAA. Yes, I am still slacking every art lesson. I just sit there, on my music and then stare at people's art work during Art. Its like a hobby, I enjoy it. I spent like 10 minutes today doing art today, then daydream..for the next 50 minutes. Art is like one of those lessons, you can slack & slack then when the whole thing is due the next day, you somehow manage to get it done.
(Y) Human Biology, the subject I procastinate the MOST! Mr Thorne wasn't here today and apparently he's VERY sick and he wouldn't be at school tomorrow either.
Get well soon Mr Thorne! Its sad, its our last week before our exams and that's when we need our teachers for assistance, but he's not. Nuuu. Looking at the good side, we don't have to use postcards (seating arrangement).
English, I belive today was one of the funniest English lessons EVER. It got me laughing uncontrollably at times.
I *heart* you english! (You don't see me *heart-ing* english often) But today was hilarious. My classmates showed hate to some of the year 10's which I thought was hilarious but it also got me thinking..those in CVC knows what I'm talking about.
What will happen when we leave and the year 9's becomes year 10?
What will Canning Vale College become? ;____;If I was a teacher, I would leave CVC at the end of this year..
OR next year at the very maximum.
Well, its my blog. My opinion.
If you think differently, go create a blog and blog about it.
I'm not stereotyping all the year 8-10's.
but I don't think my year was THAT bad in year 8 & 9.
Its like getting WORSE every year - don't you think?
or is it just me?