day: forty three to forty five

A new week! Trust me, I'm never excited for school. It couldn't be more darn boring, but it was.

Actually, I don't really remember any of it at all.

day: forty three
Nothing special happened at school. I'm pretty bored with my class and my teachers. The year before VCE starts, why don't they give us more work? Or maybe I'm just not recognizing it? English, Humanities, Science, Advanced maths. It has the word boring written all over it. Even though I'm a serial procrastinator, I believe we should get tons of homework to get us ready for VCE. I mean, I don't want to be falling behind next year.

After that was home for a little while and then drum lessons. I'm getting less co-ordinated as the years go by. I guess I should put a little more practice in. Why do people call me a drummer? I also play the guitar and piano (along with the fact that I'm some scrawny nerdy asian kid) and yet they don't consider me a pianist or even a guitarist? I don't even know why I'm even teaching a friend drums. It's really embarrassing playing in front of people you know. I can't play impromptu or improvised music for crap. I wouldn't call myself musically talented.

day: forty four
College assembly this morning! Everyone isn't to happy about college assemblies (with the probable exception of the year 7's, but they'll get tired of it sooner or later). There's something about gathering and sitting down and watching people one stages giving speeches that makes me excessively yawn every 10 seconds. I also hate it because I don't really have any friends to sit next to. Typical of me, but all my other friends are in different houses and we sit in houses. It's obvious I'm the odd one out in the house.

Then we had to stay back because I was one of the smart kids mentioned in some list of appreciation to acknowledge the academic achievements. I really don't give a crap about things like that. It's supposed to make you feel good inside that you've achieved something but in reality, it's just some piece of flimsy cardboard with your name on it just to give you false hope.

Boring, boring, then maths. Well, maths would have been boring, but I was racing with a friend to get the exercise done first while trying to distract each other. We actually finished all of it so no homework for us! And then last was Japanese. That room isn't properly air conditioned. Other rooms are chilly and blissful while this was just, meh. Even though it's the newest built room, I doubt automatic air conditioning is good. It was turned on in winter once. That's just ridiculous.

After school was a short rest at home before going to tutor. At least that other annoying kid (who yells out the answer and buts in to say things and is probably very severely influenced by his very demanding mother) wasn't there. Usually I would nod off reading a book because I was so exhausted from the uneventful yet soul-sucking school but this time, we read this new year 12 war novel that was quite interesting.

day: forty five
Just like a repeat of Monday. But just a hotter weather. What I got out of today was: read the newspaper and think of your future career. The rest was just irrelevant or not of any use. Sometimes I do feel like moving schools. People here just don't see me as a normal human being to be honest. I really dislike being with a bunch of ignorant idiots. But nonetheless, I guess I'll just have to deal with it.

So the morals of those three days were:
• Stop bunching your posts together
• School is boring
• I work harder blogging than I do with school