Last week of school this week! I'm not actually super excited as I usually am since I always know weeks go by so quickly so I might as well prepare for my lonely holidays now. I had quite a tiring day this Monday so I ended up staying up when I actually needed it the most. Gosh, I hope I get those two weeks of sleeping where I can pull a Snorlax for two weeks straight and occasionally go on the internet to either blog or check whether my pokes have been returned on Facebook.
English on a Monday morning. It's always quiet in class since the teacher jokes about us needing a cup of coffee because we aren't responsive enough but nevertheless, we got to do some actual work. I only did half of the practice essay and so she told us to do it for homework.
Humanities was next. We went through a worksheet, and by that I mean reading it in class and having a discussion that had nothing to do about the topic. I swear, we're so behind that I think I have to go peek into other classes' online folders and see what stuff they've got there. It's not all the teacher's fault as well, since I actually didn't really pay attention much. I can always revise some other time though.
Science third period and we have two exercises left. Take into consideration that we have the test in two days and we haven't even finished learning the whole damn chapter. Gee, I really don't like my teachers this year. I know that with the other years ago, we didn't really get much work done and we were really behind, but that's because almost the whole class was mucking around and causing havoc but we still managed to complete everything (almost) on time. I think that there should be more book work. Year 10 stuff is the year before our important years: I think it's time we start learning that those years will just be about textbooks.
Last period was our advanced maths test. It was actually pretty difficult for me, and yet some people after test claimed that it was easy. Well, easier than what I thought it'd be. "Question 3 of the last page" were the words uttered by half the class after the test was over. Let's just hope I did okay on the test.
Drum lessons after school, it was alright, I doubt I'm gonna get any practice over the holidays though because I'll be sleeping and sleeping and stuff like that.
So the morals are:
• "Excited for holidays?" Everyone queries. "No, I shan't be looking forward to thy holiday." I replied.
• I'm not sure if I'm getting unusually smart, or teachers are getting lazy.
• "I did so well on the test" -gets a 50%- whereas "I did so bad on the test" -gets a 90%-, you know what good luck charm I have now
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
day: eighty five
T'was Sunday! I don't really remember much of Sunday but I'm sure that it ended up with me and my feelings. Yes, my feelings have a mind of its own. I felt really empty by the end of the day. I guess you could say it was a crappy day? But I don't want this to be a soppy, depressing and crappy blog post do I?
After piano, I go to tutor and the teacher hands me work I've never done before and I do it and my thumb gets extremely sore because I write extremely weird with my left hand in which my thumb puts too much pressure on the pen and therefore becomes calloused and then I become tired. Just the usual. I must catch up to that other girl in class. I don't really know what she's up to, but I'm just going to do as much as I can.
I stood outside the house waiting for my mum to pick me up for about half an hour. I called her but she said she was 'on the way' but I could hear the background noise that she was most definitely not inside a car. They say memories are never forgotten, but I say mummy's son is sometimes forgotten to be picked up. I was a tad upset about waiting out there in the wind for half an hour, going on Facebook on my crappy phone to see two people talking to each other as if they were best of friends unlike what it is with me now. I was more upset about Facebook than being forgotten by mum, though. My standards are the best!
So I came home and did nothing for about a few hours until a certain someone told me that plans were being cancelled because it seemed like I wasn't important enough to be considered. Then, people start making other plans on me, leaving me out, obviously. I don't know, but it really got to me. I know it's probably happening in my head, but I know that if I let that continue, I'll be even more crazy than I already am.
I know I have a few people I can talk to about it, but I don't feel entirely comfortable about it. I wish I had a friend that I could just visit their house and just talk about it. I had an average childhood, but not one that I would remember and reflect on. Everyone has their stories to tell, but when it's my turn, I have nothing to say because I missed out on the best things: a true friendship.
Now I should stop being sad and I shall end with some morals:
• Waiting for half an hour in the wind isn't so bad if you're used to it
• Having no plans for the school holidays means that I have more time to myself! And that means doing absolutely nothing but sleep.
• I really need to find a way to turn a sad day into a humorous post. Isn't that adorably self-degrading?
After piano, I go to tutor and the teacher hands me work I've never done before and I do it and my thumb gets extremely sore because I write extremely weird with my left hand in which my thumb puts too much pressure on the pen and therefore becomes calloused and then I become tired. Just the usual. I must catch up to that other girl in class. I don't really know what she's up to, but I'm just going to do as much as I can.
I stood outside the house waiting for my mum to pick me up for about half an hour. I called her but she said she was 'on the way' but I could hear the background noise that she was most definitely not inside a car. They say memories are never forgotten, but I say mummy's son is sometimes forgotten to be picked up. I was a tad upset about waiting out there in the wind for half an hour, going on Facebook on my crappy phone to see two people talking to each other as if they were best of friends unlike what it is with me now. I was more upset about Facebook than being forgotten by mum, though. My standards are the best!
So I came home and did nothing for about a few hours until a certain someone told me that plans were being cancelled because it seemed like I wasn't important enough to be considered. Then, people start making other plans on me, leaving me out, obviously. I don't know, but it really got to me. I know it's probably happening in my head, but I know that if I let that continue, I'll be even more crazy than I already am.
I know I have a few people I can talk to about it, but I don't feel entirely comfortable about it. I wish I had a friend that I could just visit their house and just talk about it. I had an average childhood, but not one that I would remember and reflect on. Everyone has their stories to tell, but when it's my turn, I have nothing to say because I missed out on the best things: a true friendship.
Now I should stop being sad and I shall end with some morals:
• Waiting for half an hour in the wind isn't so bad if you're used to it
• Having no plans for the school holidays means that I have more time to myself! And that means doing absolutely nothing but sleep.
• I really need to find a way to turn a sad day into a humorous post. Isn't that adorably self-degrading?
Monday, March 26, 2012
day: eighty four
Laid back Saturday. Actually, it was only laid back after around noon but I'm nocturnal so I guess it would be considered 'laid back' if I were actually fully awake. As you can see, I'm always bored on a Saturday and the only thing illogical is that I don't actually do my homework yet complain about boredom the whole day. It's not like anybody would notice the unfinished homework that was left undone for years and years until the english teacher stormed into your room when you're at the ripe age of thirty begging you for that paragraph you didn't finish fifteen years ago.
So morning was Viet school. It wasn't that bad, we sat in our usual arrangements. The thing that slightly bothered me was that the girls were all very 'relationshippy' and thought that me and my other friend would be a nice couple. Well, they'd like to refer it to as 'family'. Because all Asians love referring to family as love. Despite the awkward moments at recess, work was okay. I think I'm going to do well on the SAC next three weeks: mainly because responses are in English. I really don't understand what our homework was though.
Then was tutor. It turns out my friend didn't come today (in which I asked her online and I didn't really get a response except for "at home lol" but that's permissible: everyone loves staying at home). Apart from having nobody to talk to, the day went pretty slow. There wasn't even much work anyway. We'd normally have tons of work that we didn't finish in class and now we're chilling out every 30 minutes. Well, for me, chilling out was in the form of iPod (specifically Tiny Towers, which I restarted playing).
And on the Sabbath day, Sam rested. You could say that on every day I rest but I tend to feel a greater sense of procrastination flowing through my veins that urge me to do nothing but nothing itself.
So the morals are:
• If teachers chased up work from past years, we'd all be screwed.
• 'Relationshippy' is not a word.
• You know you're a bit too dependent when your heart drops when your iPod batteries die out.
So morning was Viet school. It wasn't that bad, we sat in our usual arrangements. The thing that slightly bothered me was that the girls were all very 'relationshippy' and thought that me and my other friend would be a nice couple. Well, they'd like to refer it to as 'family'. Because all Asians love referring to family as love. Despite the awkward moments at recess, work was okay. I think I'm going to do well on the SAC next three weeks: mainly because responses are in English. I really don't understand what our homework was though.
Then was tutor. It turns out my friend didn't come today (in which I asked her online and I didn't really get a response except for "at home lol" but that's permissible: everyone loves staying at home). Apart from having nobody to talk to, the day went pretty slow. There wasn't even much work anyway. We'd normally have tons of work that we didn't finish in class and now we're chilling out every 30 minutes. Well, for me, chilling out was in the form of iPod (specifically Tiny Towers, which I restarted playing).
And on the Sabbath day, Sam rested. You could say that on every day I rest but I tend to feel a greater sense of procrastination flowing through my veins that urge me to do nothing but nothing itself.
So the morals are:
• If teachers chased up work from past years, we'd all be screwed.
• 'Relationshippy' is not a word.
• You know you're a bit too dependent when your heart drops when your iPod batteries die out.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
day: eighty three
Friday like the usual. Tiring and tiring and more tiring. Gosh, my introductory paragraphs are really getting shorter by the posts. It sort of bugs me how my first paragraph is so short compared to my other huge paragraphs.
First period was English with a substitute, again. We actually did quite a bit of work that period, which was good, because we hardly do any work with our normal teacher. Our normal teacher is okay, but I really question and wonder what she does with her English VCE class.
Advanced maths and getting the class treating me like a 'maths God'. It's a bit demoralising being called a god but it'd be pretty sad if I actually don't get top marks for the class. See, this is why being smart is so bad, and also why I really don't like showing off my talents. People expect too much these days. I actually haven't even finished chapter review or the last exercise and yet I let my friend borrow my workbook for the weekend because he wants to revise off my book. (That's the most absurd way of studying and way of flattery ever)
Religion was so boring. All it was was friendships and stuff like that and we had to draw a comic strip. I actually drew pretty well, compared to my other stick figures. I really hope the teacher doesn't parade it around like some work of art. It's a religion class anyway, I actually won't find anything religion related interesting.
Maths last period were on laptops. We actually did nothing for our assignments other than randomly search for appliances on Ikea and recording their dimensions but it was nothing exciting.
Guitar lessons weren't that bad, the teacher gave me a music sheet on One Thing by One Direction. It's pretty funny because I immediately imagined another friend being in the same position as me but instead of the response:
"Oh, I've never really heard of it" it'd be something like
"-squeal- my hubby"
But anyway, I better do some practicing!
Lifeguard lessons weren't that bad. Except for the slow guy in front of me who so happened to slow my time down because we were were doing a timed swim. But I was pretty tired after that. It was better than the black-out goggles exercise we did because after I got pushed in the water, my head started spinning and I felt nauseous. I actually got a headache after that.
So the morals are:
• Rethink before giving your workbook to someone to revise it over the weekend. It sounds shifty.
• Religion has got nothing to do with relationships. I swear, this textbook could say that religion was related to fashion or the Hunger Games and the teacher would still agree and have a 14703678013678501 minute discussion on religion.
• Laptops = no work done
• The American Ikea sells fridges whereas the Aussie one doesn't. Americans these days...
• So get out, get out, get outta my head.
• I have musical memory, don't judge me.
First period was English with a substitute, again. We actually did quite a bit of work that period, which was good, because we hardly do any work with our normal teacher. Our normal teacher is okay, but I really question and wonder what she does with her English VCE class.
Advanced maths and getting the class treating me like a 'maths God'. It's a bit demoralising being called a god but it'd be pretty sad if I actually don't get top marks for the class. See, this is why being smart is so bad, and also why I really don't like showing off my talents. People expect too much these days. I actually haven't even finished chapter review or the last exercise and yet I let my friend borrow my workbook for the weekend because he wants to revise off my book. (That's the most absurd way of studying and way of flattery ever)
Religion was so boring. All it was was friendships and stuff like that and we had to draw a comic strip. I actually drew pretty well, compared to my other stick figures. I really hope the teacher doesn't parade it around like some work of art. It's a religion class anyway, I actually won't find anything religion related interesting.
Maths last period were on laptops. We actually did nothing for our assignments other than randomly search for appliances on Ikea and recording their dimensions but it was nothing exciting.
Guitar lessons weren't that bad, the teacher gave me a music sheet on One Thing by One Direction. It's pretty funny because I immediately imagined another friend being in the same position as me but instead of the response:
"Oh, I've never really heard of it" it'd be something like
"-squeal- my hubby"
But anyway, I better do some practicing!
Lifeguard lessons weren't that bad. Except for the slow guy in front of me who so happened to slow my time down because we were were doing a timed swim. But I was pretty tired after that. It was better than the black-out goggles exercise we did because after I got pushed in the water, my head started spinning and I felt nauseous. I actually got a headache after that.
So the morals are:
• Rethink before giving your workbook to someone to revise it over the weekend. It sounds shifty.
• Religion has got nothing to do with relationships. I swear, this textbook could say that religion was related to fashion or the Hunger Games and the teacher would still agree and have a 14703678013678501 minute discussion on religion.
• Laptops = no work done
• The American Ikea sells fridges whereas the Aussie one doesn't. Americans these days...
• So get out, get out, get outta my head.
• I have musical memory, don't judge me.
day: eighty two
Thursday: a repeat of Wednesday, but more things to do, and less time to do them. Normal school day though: uninteresting and uneventful as usual.
Maths in the morning. Nobody likes it except me. It's mainly because the teacher likes me and I don't even need to try in maths. I'm behind on work, but who cares, I caught up in class. We got handed our assignments and we have to so some really tedious work on designing a kitchen for some imaginary chick who seems to have really high expectations and regulations on the specifications of the imaginary kitchen we have to draw up designs for. Gosh, I really don't like maths assignments, and that's coming from a person who actually likes maths.
Japanese was alright. It was "treasure hunting"day and so we all bought our maps and read each others' directions in Japanese. We sorta ran through recess a little bit but that was okay. After the break, we started off with my map and I - as my friends would like to say - trolled everyone in walking around the whole school and back into the jap room where the treasure was in my pencil case.
Science next. It wasn't so bad but it was pretty boring like usual. I still don't know why people aren't understanding things: we had about 3 weeks of her drumming the word "punnet square" and "allelles" in our heads. Even I get headaches. I was the only one who did their homework and so the teacher - as her eccentric self and self-acclaimed spontaneous personality - gave me a freddo frog chocolate. I felt pretty good being the only one who actually bothered to take 30 seconds of my life to fill in a worksheet that I didn't even need the textbook to refer to.
Commerce last period! So we were talking about managing a business and *Error 404. Recount of commerce class not found*.
So then after school I ran for the bus because it was early today and after having what seemed like an asthma attack, I got off and asked for the last time at this cafe if there were any places for work experience. They said no. Well, that was a waste of time. I just went home afterwards and got ready for chemistry tutor.
Chemistry tutor was really embarrassing for me. We were handed a test and this guy was so ahead of me. I'm really competitive sometimes. Whenever I'm at a disadvantage of a year, I get really competitive to beat the other people. He totally made me feel dumb.
So the morals are:
• Nobody likes a maths assignment. Nobody.
• Getting a piece of chocolate from science class? I've made everyone in my class angry with jealousy! Suck!
• *Error 404, moral not found*
Maths in the morning. Nobody likes it except me. It's mainly because the teacher likes me and I don't even need to try in maths. I'm behind on work, but who cares, I caught up in class. We got handed our assignments and we have to so some really tedious work on designing a kitchen for some imaginary chick who seems to have really high expectations and regulations on the specifications of the imaginary kitchen we have to draw up designs for. Gosh, I really don't like maths assignments, and that's coming from a person who actually likes maths.
Japanese was alright. It was "treasure hunting"day and so we all bought our maps and read each others' directions in Japanese. We sorta ran through recess a little bit but that was okay. After the break, we started off with my map and I - as my friends would like to say - trolled everyone in walking around the whole school and back into the jap room where the treasure was in my pencil case.
Science next. It wasn't so bad but it was pretty boring like usual. I still don't know why people aren't understanding things: we had about 3 weeks of her drumming the word "punnet square" and "allelles" in our heads. Even I get headaches. I was the only one who did their homework and so the teacher - as her eccentric self and self-acclaimed spontaneous personality - gave me a freddo frog chocolate. I felt pretty good being the only one who actually bothered to take 30 seconds of my life to fill in a worksheet that I didn't even need the textbook to refer to.
Commerce last period! So we were talking about managing a business and *Error 404. Recount of commerce class not found*.
So then after school I ran for the bus because it was early today and after having what seemed like an asthma attack, I got off and asked for the last time at this cafe if there were any places for work experience. They said no. Well, that was a waste of time. I just went home afterwards and got ready for chemistry tutor.
Chemistry tutor was really embarrassing for me. We were handed a test and this guy was so ahead of me. I'm really competitive sometimes. Whenever I'm at a disadvantage of a year, I get really competitive to beat the other people. He totally made me feel dumb.
So the morals are:
• Nobody likes a maths assignment. Nobody.
• Getting a piece of chocolate from science class? I've made everyone in my class angry with jealousy! Suck!
• *Error 404, moral not found*
day: eighty one
Such a tiring day. I had to sacrifice my free time day for some other relatively important stuff. It didn't even work out anyway.
So this morning I had science. Punnet squares, my gosh, I don't really care because I'd rather be doing something that isn't as boring as this. I tried proving the teacher wrong with the other question but she wouldn't listen to me about the fact that a homozygous unaffected person who mates with a homozygous person who is affected with a recessive disease will ALWAYS produce a carrier (heterozygous). Therefore, a carrier must marry another carrier in order to produce affected offspring. You can't work backwards. But oh well, at least other people in the class after me (because I stayed back to attempt to prove her wrong) believed I was right.
Humanities was uneventful too. The first half we had this really scary sub. He moved this kid to the front of the classroom just because he got up off his chair. Aside from that, I did more work with him than I did with my actual teacher who came back the second half of the period.
Religion was okay. We assembled our posters and I think our one looked the nicest. Well, more spacey and poster-ey. It was our idea to use glitter on our posters so the others copied us in an attempt to impress the tight teacher. But that's okay. After that we did really boring stuff on friendships.
English was pretty relaxing. We did work, but it was pretty chill and a tad loud. We had one of those subs that we all know and love and she's really nice. I think she got more angry at us since year 10's are always a period of feral-ness. I had to ask mum to go to the library to meet my friend but we just had to stop by home to get some food.
So after going to the library, me and my friend searched around places looking for work experience after we got off with no avail. Next time, I'm never manually walking to places asking for things like these because I think I've done enough walking to last me for a month. Heck, a year.
So I came home and just rested. After all, that walking was strenuous and no good came out of it.
The morals of today are:
• Never argue with the teachings of your teacher, you'll probably end up the kid that all teachers hate for being so smart and up her/himself.
• Why do we need to learn about relationships in religion? I think life is plenty experience than a text book can offer.
• Teachers hate year 10's. I just know it.
• Avoid walking at all costs, trust me.
So this morning I had science. Punnet squares, my gosh, I don't really care because I'd rather be doing something that isn't as boring as this. I tried proving the teacher wrong with the other question but she wouldn't listen to me about the fact that a homozygous unaffected person who mates with a homozygous person who is affected with a recessive disease will ALWAYS produce a carrier (heterozygous). Therefore, a carrier must marry another carrier in order to produce affected offspring. You can't work backwards. But oh well, at least other people in the class after me (because I stayed back to attempt to prove her wrong) believed I was right.
Humanities was uneventful too. The first half we had this really scary sub. He moved this kid to the front of the classroom just because he got up off his chair. Aside from that, I did more work with him than I did with my actual teacher who came back the second half of the period.
Religion was okay. We assembled our posters and I think our one looked the nicest. Well, more spacey and poster-ey. It was our idea to use glitter on our posters so the others copied us in an attempt to impress the tight teacher. But that's okay. After that we did really boring stuff on friendships.
English was pretty relaxing. We did work, but it was pretty chill and a tad loud. We had one of those subs that we all know and love and she's really nice. I think she got more angry at us since year 10's are always a period of feral-ness. I had to ask mum to go to the library to meet my friend but we just had to stop by home to get some food.
So after going to the library, me and my friend searched around places looking for work experience after we got off with no avail. Next time, I'm never manually walking to places asking for things like these because I think I've done enough walking to last me for a month. Heck, a year.
So I came home and just rested. After all, that walking was strenuous and no good came out of it.
The morals of today are:
• Never argue with the teachings of your teacher, you'll probably end up the kid that all teachers hate for being so smart and up her/himself.
• Why do we need to learn about relationships in religion? I think life is plenty experience than a text book can offer.
• Teachers hate year 10's. I just know it.
• Avoid walking at all costs, trust me.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
day: eighty
It was a generally boring Tuesday. The workbooks are starting to pile up on my desk now. Not because I have a lot of homework, it's just because I'm extremely messy and I can't be stuffed with organisation right now.
I was planning on doing my Japanese homework in homeroom but our sub was late and so I basically only had about 10 minutes to do my writing. Which was nothing because I take ages to write Japanese.
Finally, English again! The other guys still haven't done their speeches. I swear, they'd get away with murder. I find it unfair that they get to do this. We still haven't gotten our results yet. We had a lesson of notes and a break in between (because the teacher likes to break the class time up since we have 80 minute periods) and luckily we took a 15 minute break and so I got a decent amount of Japanese homework done.
Advanced maths. Damn. I forgot my maths set again. But that's okay, we didn't actually need it - so going to Officeworks to buy at $3.50 maths set was all for nothing, I'll just keep it safe since next year I'll probably forget where it is and I'll have to buy a new one. Nothing new in maths, just I finished off my Japanese work.
The dreaded humanities next. Our teacher is finally back and so we had to hand in our assessments (luckily I stayed up late yesterday to do homework because the teacher was ready to hand out home studies and I've never gotten one in my life and I don't plan on ruining my record). Other than that, the class was a bludge all the way through since the teacher just went through (via discussion) all the stuff we did when we weren't here. We're actually really behind the other classes and I'm behind in class in terms of notes in my exercise book (I used loose leaf last few classes so I need to copy them back in).
Japanese class was the class where the teacher was quite disappointed because one of us actually finished (which wasn't me) and the others had to complete their maps. At least we didn't actually do our maps today, but it'd be ideal since it was fourth period and next class is second period so we have recess in the middle of it which will sort of disrupt the 'treasure hunting' thing.
Tutor was pretty quiet today. The other guy shut up today and it was pretty weird though. It's nice to hear him not blurting out the answers every 2 seconds but it's pretty awkward with silence though. Maybe something happened to him? I know I don't like him very much but I do hope he's okay.
Now I shall go and do some random stuff for the rest of the night and then go to sleep and dream the most weirdest dreams and wake up at 3am in the morning like I did last time.
Now the morals:
• I have never typed so much before in so little time. I wish I could transfer those skills into my essays.
• Eight paragraphs. I'm a big kid now!
• This is the first time I did homework in another class today this year. I hope I don't get caught :)
• Why the hell do we need maths sets when all we need them is around once a year?
• My mentality: do nothing in class = do nothing for homework
• I should type up my blog posts earlier in the day because I don't think this post makes sense and I'm typing way more than usual. Have I gone mental?
• I think I should sleep
• SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK.
I was planning on doing my Japanese homework in homeroom but our sub was late and so I basically only had about 10 minutes to do my writing. Which was nothing because I take ages to write Japanese.
Finally, English again! The other guys still haven't done their speeches. I swear, they'd get away with murder. I find it unfair that they get to do this. We still haven't gotten our results yet. We had a lesson of notes and a break in between (because the teacher likes to break the class time up since we have 80 minute periods) and luckily we took a 15 minute break and so I got a decent amount of Japanese homework done.
Advanced maths. Damn. I forgot my maths set again. But that's okay, we didn't actually need it - so going to Officeworks to buy at $3.50 maths set was all for nothing, I'll just keep it safe since next year I'll probably forget where it is and I'll have to buy a new one. Nothing new in maths, just I finished off my Japanese work.
The dreaded humanities next. Our teacher is finally back and so we had to hand in our assessments (luckily I stayed up late yesterday to do homework because the teacher was ready to hand out home studies and I've never gotten one in my life and I don't plan on ruining my record). Other than that, the class was a bludge all the way through since the teacher just went through (via discussion) all the stuff we did when we weren't here. We're actually really behind the other classes and I'm behind in class in terms of notes in my exercise book (I used loose leaf last few classes so I need to copy them back in).
Japanese class was the class where the teacher was quite disappointed because one of us actually finished (which wasn't me) and the others had to complete their maps. At least we didn't actually do our maps today, but it'd be ideal since it was fourth period and next class is second period so we have recess in the middle of it which will sort of disrupt the 'treasure hunting' thing.
Tutor was pretty quiet today. The other guy shut up today and it was pretty weird though. It's nice to hear him not blurting out the answers every 2 seconds but it's pretty awkward with silence though. Maybe something happened to him? I know I don't like him very much but I do hope he's okay.
Now I shall go and do some random stuff for the rest of the night and then go to sleep and dream the most weirdest dreams and wake up at 3am in the morning like I did last time.
Now the morals:
• I have never typed so much before in so little time. I wish I could transfer those skills into my essays.
• Eight paragraphs. I'm a big kid now!
• This is the first time I did homework in another class today this year. I hope I don't get caught :)
• Why the hell do we need maths sets when all we need them is around once a year?
• My mentality: do nothing in class = do nothing for homework
• I should type up my blog posts earlier in the day because I don't think this post makes sense and I'm typing way more than usual. Have I gone mental?
• I think I should sleep
• SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK.
day: seventy nine
Monday like the usual.
Science fresh in the morning. The teacher came late a bit, but that's okay. I did nothing productive anyway. I've learnt all of this stuff at tutor so I'm sure I'll ace this test (at least I think so). It makes me wonder how little detail they go through compared to my tutor.
Religion second period. Now this is my first time saying it, but I was actually interested in what the teacher had to say. She talked about the topic of 'happiness'. Obviously, at a boys school, nobody would want to show their vulnerabilities but I really thought that what she said was true. We just need to accept the fact that we don't need the if's in life and that we should be content with what we are presented with. We deal crap to other people when we aren't comfortable and content with our life. I guess that really made me reflect on what really happens. I don't know, just something made me relate to it so much.
Computer lab and commerce. We got our test results back and so I got 97% which I'm pretty happy about. I thought I'd get significantly less due to my limited capacity with economical discourse (I learnt that word in English class the day after). We're moving onto the business management section of the course and we're creating our own business. I find it really difficult to be partners with my friend. No offense, but I always seem to be so concerned about having to check it and correct his section of the work over and over again. I think I'm being really mean this year. I really hate it sometimes. Maybe it's time to correct myself.
Advanced maths. I didn't bring my mathematics set so I had to use a ruler with holes in it as my makeshift compass. We were doing this question posed by the teacher and this other guy got the answer and he seemed pretty happy about it. When I showed the teacher my result, she was pretty impressed about my different methods. I think I took away the spotlight of someone. He sort of looks like me, and in my eyes, he's just a better version of me wholly. I'm not sure if I upset him, but if I did, I am so sorry. I never want to take your confidence away. I find it quite uncomfortable being called the maths god. It makes me feel like I'm putting others' abilities in the shadow. This is why I hate being the leader. The thing that bothers me is, why am I bothered when there's a leader in our friendship group? Why am I just not happy being a follower? Enough with the philosophical questions.
So the morals are:
• I'm slowly starting to become more up myself
• Philosophical Mondays make my brain hurt
• I rant too much, hence, this blog
• These morals are boring, even I don't find them entertaining.
Science fresh in the morning. The teacher came late a bit, but that's okay. I did nothing productive anyway. I've learnt all of this stuff at tutor so I'm sure I'll ace this test (at least I think so). It makes me wonder how little detail they go through compared to my tutor.
Religion second period. Now this is my first time saying it, but I was actually interested in what the teacher had to say. She talked about the topic of 'happiness'. Obviously, at a boys school, nobody would want to show their vulnerabilities but I really thought that what she said was true. We just need to accept the fact that we don't need the if's in life and that we should be content with what we are presented with. We deal crap to other people when we aren't comfortable and content with our life. I guess that really made me reflect on what really happens. I don't know, just something made me relate to it so much.
Computer lab and commerce. We got our test results back and so I got 97% which I'm pretty happy about. I thought I'd get significantly less due to my limited capacity with economical discourse (I learnt that word in English class the day after). We're moving onto the business management section of the course and we're creating our own business. I find it really difficult to be partners with my friend. No offense, but I always seem to be so concerned about having to check it and correct his section of the work over and over again. I think I'm being really mean this year. I really hate it sometimes. Maybe it's time to correct myself.
Advanced maths. I didn't bring my mathematics set so I had to use a ruler with holes in it as my makeshift compass. We were doing this question posed by the teacher and this other guy got the answer and he seemed pretty happy about it. When I showed the teacher my result, she was pretty impressed about my different methods. I think I took away the spotlight of someone. He sort of looks like me, and in my eyes, he's just a better version of me wholly. I'm not sure if I upset him, but if I did, I am so sorry. I never want to take your confidence away. I find it quite uncomfortable being called the maths god. It makes me feel like I'm putting others' abilities in the shadow. This is why I hate being the leader. The thing that bothers me is, why am I bothered when there's a leader in our friendship group? Why am I just not happy being a follower? Enough with the philosophical questions.
So the morals are:
• I'm slowly starting to become more up myself
• Philosophical Mondays make my brain hurt
• I rant too much, hence, this blog
• These morals are boring, even I don't find them entertaining.
Monday, March 19, 2012
day: seventy eight
Let me tell myself that I should never trust myself to do homework on Sundays. For once I should break this vicious cycle of mine and stop the downfall of homework piles. I was even lazy enough not to do any homework in the morning. I underestimate my procrastination powers. That's pathetic.
So this morning I wake up half asleep and take an hour or so to get ready for piano lessons. Lessons weren't so bad. I better actually put in more practice this week.
Then later was Maths tutor in which I didn't do my homework, I was up to the last question anyway so I guess it was right to say that I was finished with the worksheet. I moved onto cubics so it was pretty new territory for me, nothing an Asian can't handle! I joke, I'm too racist sometimes.
So basically I went through some story modes of 'flower view' (game name is shortened just because I don't like naming things specifically but you probably know what it is immediately so yeah, not much point anymore, why do I make everything seem redundant?) and then I went and did absolutely nothing productive.
It's sad how I only started a tiny bit of work at 11 pm. I didn't have any homework due on Monday so yeah (at least I thought so, I haven't updated my diary so I'm lost without it because I'm such a good student depending on his diary for homework)
So morals of today are:
• Procrastination is just a word I learn because it makes me feel smart and a rebel at the same time.
• Time flies when you're doing nothing productive!
• Homework is put off until Monday yet again
So this morning I wake up half asleep and take an hour or so to get ready for piano lessons. Lessons weren't so bad. I better actually put in more practice this week.
Then later was Maths tutor in which I didn't do my homework, I was up to the last question anyway so I guess it was right to say that I was finished with the worksheet. I moved onto cubics so it was pretty new territory for me, nothing an Asian can't handle! I joke, I'm too racist sometimes.
So basically I went through some story modes of 'flower view' (game name is shortened just because I don't like naming things specifically but you probably know what it is immediately so yeah, not much point anymore, why do I make everything seem redundant?) and then I went and did absolutely nothing productive.
It's sad how I only started a tiny bit of work at 11 pm. I didn't have any homework due on Monday so yeah (at least I thought so, I haven't updated my diary so I'm lost without it because I'm such a good student depending on his diary for homework)
So morals of today are:
• Procrastination is just a word I learn because it makes me feel smart and a rebel at the same time.
• Time flies when you're doing nothing productive!
• Homework is put off until Monday yet again
day: seventy seven
Hardworking Saturday! After feeling energized on Friday night, I was dead tired on Saturday. I'm always hyper at around midnight (hence why I'm writing this blog post at this time of the day night).
So viet school was okay. It's funny because this guy we don't really like as much (it's quite a long story and I don't even understand half of it because the other half of it is girl gossip and I'm not a girl or a person who is social enough to know about these things) was sitting on our table next to this other guy that I personally dislike. I know it's really mean, these are the things that constitute to me going to hell. But on the other hand, we were doing listening tests and I went okay (I just totally stuffed up the first question and the teacher will talk about it in class next week and embarrass me about it, I just know it) and then we did some group work and the teacher praised us. Probably because we had a girl in our group who only recently moved to Australia from Vietnam. She's very friendly, of course.
Then was tutor. It seems that me and my friend are the most talkative ones. It's funny because we're the only guy/girl that sit next to each other. It's because we were the ones who were there earlier and then we had to sit together because the other people from our friendship group left and then there were these other dudes that we didn't like (I'm that type of guy that naturally hangs around girls instead of guys, I'm sad) and so we ended up sitting next to each other. It seems that we have quite a bit in common from talking on msn. English class was pretty funny. Our teacher really hates the fact that we're so quiet. He says that he's never met a class so quiet before. But to be fair, there's only 4 people in our class and we're always the awkward class that doesn't talk when we have different teachers.
So I came home and totally did no homework. Then I vowed myself I'd do some homework tomorrow. (I did, but it was only 30 minutes worth.) But I almost made myself do homework because I thought I had to go to school tomorrow but I realised it was Saturday so I just did nothing and was relieved.
So the morals of the day are:
• I am nocturnal.
• My sense of revenge a humor are the reasons why I'm going to hell.
• NEVER trust your future self, or your past self
So viet school was okay. It's funny because this guy we don't really like as much (it's quite a long story and I don't even understand half of it because the other half of it is girl gossip and I'm not a girl or a person who is social enough to know about these things) was sitting on our table next to this other guy that I personally dislike. I know it's really mean, these are the things that constitute to me going to hell. But on the other hand, we were doing listening tests and I went okay (I just totally stuffed up the first question and the teacher will talk about it in class next week and embarrass me about it, I just know it) and then we did some group work and the teacher praised us. Probably because we had a girl in our group who only recently moved to Australia from Vietnam. She's very friendly, of course.
Then was tutor. It seems that me and my friend are the most talkative ones. It's funny because we're the only guy/girl that sit next to each other. It's because we were the ones who were there earlier and then we had to sit together because the other people from our friendship group left and then there were these other dudes that we didn't like (I'm that type of guy that naturally hangs around girls instead of guys, I'm sad) and so we ended up sitting next to each other. It seems that we have quite a bit in common from talking on msn. English class was pretty funny. Our teacher really hates the fact that we're so quiet. He says that he's never met a class so quiet before. But to be fair, there's only 4 people in our class and we're always the awkward class that doesn't talk when we have different teachers.
So I came home and totally did no homework. Then I vowed myself I'd do some homework tomorrow. (I did, but it was only 30 minutes worth.) But I almost made myself do homework because I thought I had to go to school tomorrow but I realised it was Saturday so I just did nothing and was relieved.
So the morals of the day are:
• I am nocturnal.
• My sense of revenge a humor are the reasons why I'm going to hell.
• NEVER trust your future self, or your past self
day: seventy six
Last day of school week. Tiring like normal. Oh what the hey, I'll just get on with recounting my school routine.
Japanese first period. My normal teacher still isn't there and also, we had that old crazy woman that'd tell us off for giggling or making a sound. I really don't like her. I mean, she's okay. She just makes me nervous half the time. This assessment is due on Tuesday. I'm probably going to do it on the last day (which I will since the future self is writing this recount on a Sunday because he's so lazy to write a blog post every day).
Mathematics. I don't know why, but every maths class, this guy in my class always tries to piss me off. I just hope someday someone will fuck him over because nobody likes him and he invites himself to parties because he's a loser and such a try hard and a judgmental and prejudiced piece of crap. We had subs for that class. At least I got some work done.
Then advanced maths. Double maths, you could say. I'm actually an exercise behind so I had to do some catching up on circles and angles and whatever. It wasn't too bad sitting in the back corner chatting to two friends while doing work that was supposed to be done as homework.
We had performances at the canteen area at lunch today. I think it was for something to raise money for Caritas or something. I think it was the same thing last year, but at least I was expecting performances (unlike last year where I was trying to find where the hell that strange music was coming from). So here were my reactions to their performances:
Blah blah blah, embarrassing guitar lesson, awkward lifeguard class and all the rest.
In every blog post there is at least one list and so I listed something above and so therefore there is enough entertainment for you and so there are no morals because I am lazy.
Japanese first period. My normal teacher still isn't there and also, we had that old crazy woman that'd tell us off for giggling or making a sound. I really don't like her. I mean, she's okay. She just makes me nervous half the time. This assessment is due on Tuesday. I'm probably going to do it on the last day (which I will since the future self is writing this recount on a Sunday because he's so lazy to write a blog post every day).
Mathematics. I don't know why, but every maths class, this guy in my class always tries to piss me off. I just hope someday someone will fuck him over because nobody likes him and he invites himself to parties because he's a loser and such a try hard and a judgmental and prejudiced piece of crap. We had subs for that class. At least I got some work done.
Then advanced maths. Double maths, you could say. I'm actually an exercise behind so I had to do some catching up on circles and angles and whatever. It wasn't too bad sitting in the back corner chatting to two friends while doing work that was supposed to be done as homework.
We had performances at the canteen area at lunch today. I think it was for something to raise money for Caritas or something. I think it was the same thing last year, but at least I was expecting performances (unlike last year where I was trying to find where the hell that strange music was coming from). So here were my reactions to their performances:
- Oh good grief not this guy again, he cannot sing. It hurts my ears.
- Oooooh it's the performing arts captain. He's a pretty darn good singer. NOT AS GOOD AS ME. I joke I joke, if I was even as half as good as him I'd be happy.
- Okay, I'm going to go pee now.
- Hmm, there's still another performance? Oh my god those year sevens. I swear if they play that annoying piece of crap they play constantly whenever I visit the music room I wi- we're going back to the library again, guys.
Blah blah blah, embarrassing guitar lesson, awkward lifeguard class and all the rest.
In every blog post there is at least one list and so I listed something above and so therefore there is enough entertainment for you and so there are no morals because I am lazy.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
day: seventy five
Tiring Thursday. Some of my teachers are still on camp so I basically had substitutes for the whole day except for last period.
Maths first period. We have that old strict lady whose accent is a bit weird. I'd rather not name names but rather fit them into categories in which one can distinguish easily. She doesn't teach maths of course, so the class basically did no work (I would think so). But I did a fair bit, I had to do some catching up.
Then was Japanese with the SAME teacher. I know, it was sad. I didn't really enjoy that lesson today.
Then third period was humanities with a teacher that taught me last year as a sub. That wasn't so bad, but at least I did some questions. I swear, our substitute teachers for humanities make us do more work than we normally do.
Last period was our commerce test. To be honest, I was pretty nervous, since my friend (who had the test second period) told me that the test was pretty long but easy. So, I was prepared to scribble away and boy, my left hand was dying after that. Not to mention the fact that I got a thumb cramp about 2 minutes into the test. I'm left-handed if you didn't know.
So I had chemistry after school and that was alright. I thought I was the stupid one that's one year younger than everyone but it turns out I'm still keeping up with everyone else! There was this other year 12 girl that came in for a make-up lesson so she was doing other work but she's so loud so we felt so quiet.
So no morals for today because I'm behind on schedule and I really can't be stuffed and so I'll try to hurry up before I get even more behind.
Maths first period. We have that old strict lady whose accent is a bit weird. I'd rather not name names but rather fit them into categories in which one can distinguish easily. She doesn't teach maths of course, so the class basically did no work (I would think so). But I did a fair bit, I had to do some catching up.
Then was Japanese with the SAME teacher. I know, it was sad. I didn't really enjoy that lesson today.
Then third period was humanities with a teacher that taught me last year as a sub. That wasn't so bad, but at least I did some questions. I swear, our substitute teachers for humanities make us do more work than we normally do.
Last period was our commerce test. To be honest, I was pretty nervous, since my friend (who had the test second period) told me that the test was pretty long but easy. So, I was prepared to scribble away and boy, my left hand was dying after that. Not to mention the fact that I got a thumb cramp about 2 minutes into the test. I'm left-handed if you didn't know.
So I had chemistry after school and that was alright. I thought I was the stupid one that's one year younger than everyone but it turns out I'm still keeping up with everyone else! There was this other year 12 girl that came in for a make-up lesson so she was doing other work but she's so loud so we felt so quiet.
So no morals for today because I'm behind on schedule and I really can't be stuffed and so I'll try to hurry up before I get even more behind.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
day: seventy four
Boring an unproductive Wednesday. As per usual, of course, I did absolutely nothing productive. Which means that I better catch up on stuff. I don't plan on catching up, but I think it's enough effort to put it at the back of your mind. I was so tired I woke up with a massive headache so I guess I shouldn't have to think today.
I really hate how people can get away with not handing in assignments or doing speeches etc... Teacher walked in and told us that their speeches were going to be done the next lesson. I mean, they had over 2 weeks than us. Sometimes, I just hope that they fail everything because it's unfair. People rub stuff in my face and honestly, if I were actually a normal human being who wasn't so timid and nice, your jaw would be in the surgeon's hands trying to put it together again. At least I'm a nice person and actually wait for karma to hit you before I do.
Humanities again. Substitute teachers again. I really don't like my absent humanities teacher. I get no work done. Well, I do, I just don't learn anything. It's too damn boring and we're way behind on the curriculum. I have no idea what work we're supposed to do right now. I swear, the substitute was a better teacher than he was.
Commerce! That was the first ever lesson that I actually did hard work trying to study for the test. Me and my friend just asked each other questions to test each other and the teacher got angry at the class for talking too much and said something along the lines of "you should be testing each other and using this class time wisely!" I think it was the first time she ever used us as an example. We sit right in front of her and it doesn't seem like she acknowledges our work. It's front-row syndrome. Teachers never really recognize the front row, even when calling the role.
Last period was science. I was walking from my locker to my class and luckily I walked past a computer lab and saw my teacher there and wondered why she was there and it turned out that our lesson was there. Saved me from having to walk up and down three flights of stairs in hot weather in a blazer and tie. It was pretty boring watching videos. At least it's a change from the plain textbook work we do. She still hasn't given us our exercise books back yet. All teachers seem to be really lazy when marking our books.
Wednesday is the day that I come home straight from school and stay home. Instead of doing the massive heap of homework, I just did nothing and relaxed because it was in my best interest to do so. Exactly, nothing productive even though there had to be work done. I really feel like bludging through the whole of year 10. It's so boring: I'd rather stay at home and sit on my ass watching YouTube videos or typing up sad blog posts.
The morals of the day are:
• Unproductive Wednesday? No, unproductive week? No, unproductive lifetime.
• What the hell do they teach people at teacher college? Nothing?
• Productivity is the key to stop being productive.
I really hate how people can get away with not handing in assignments or doing speeches etc... Teacher walked in and told us that their speeches were going to be done the next lesson. I mean, they had over 2 weeks than us. Sometimes, I just hope that they fail everything because it's unfair. People rub stuff in my face and honestly, if I were actually a normal human being who wasn't so timid and nice, your jaw would be in the surgeon's hands trying to put it together again. At least I'm a nice person and actually wait for karma to hit you before I do.
Humanities again. Substitute teachers again. I really don't like my absent humanities teacher. I get no work done. Well, I do, I just don't learn anything. It's too damn boring and we're way behind on the curriculum. I have no idea what work we're supposed to do right now. I swear, the substitute was a better teacher than he was.
Commerce! That was the first ever lesson that I actually did hard work trying to study for the test. Me and my friend just asked each other questions to test each other and the teacher got angry at the class for talking too much and said something along the lines of "you should be testing each other and using this class time wisely!" I think it was the first time she ever used us as an example. We sit right in front of her and it doesn't seem like she acknowledges our work. It's front-row syndrome. Teachers never really recognize the front row, even when calling the role.
Last period was science. I was walking from my locker to my class and luckily I walked past a computer lab and saw my teacher there and wondered why she was there and it turned out that our lesson was there. Saved me from having to walk up and down three flights of stairs in hot weather in a blazer and tie. It was pretty boring watching videos. At least it's a change from the plain textbook work we do. She still hasn't given us our exercise books back yet. All teachers seem to be really lazy when marking our books.
Wednesday is the day that I come home straight from school and stay home. Instead of doing the massive heap of homework, I just did nothing and relaxed because it was in my best interest to do so. Exactly, nothing productive even though there had to be work done. I really feel like bludging through the whole of year 10. It's so boring: I'd rather stay at home and sit on my ass watching YouTube videos or typing up sad blog posts.
The morals of the day are:
• Unproductive Wednesday? No, unproductive week? No, unproductive lifetime.
• What the hell do they teach people at teacher college? Nothing?
• Productivity is the key to stop being productive.
day: seventy three
Start of the school week after a luxurious Labour day holiday. I wasn't really looking forward to the day anyway. I never look forward to school.
First period was commerce. Finally a class where it wasn't as bludgey. It's probably because we have a test in a few days time. Luckily we have a class tomorrow so we can revise some more!
Religion was next oh my lord it was so boring in the computer lab. Why was our teacher absent? Gosh, we had the worst substitutes. First half was the head of religion who - in my point of view - seems like that tight ass old guy. Second half was this other teacher that just gets on my nerves. I hardly did any work.
Maths was a chill out lesson like normal. The teacher got quite pissed at the class and made us stay in for a few minutes. I better start doing more work since the teacher expects me to be ahead of the class. But who cares, I'll be ahead in no time.
Japanese last period! We all thought we'd have a sub or room change but we had neither. At least my japanese teacher tells us when she's away. Common courtesy, people.
This post is so short, oh well. Tutor that night was so annoying. Only because this other dude from Melbourne High kept butting in when I was going to answer and murmurs to himself comments as if answering questions were a competition. That's enough people getting on my nerves for today. Don't let me start on this other dickhead in class that I seriously want to permanently injure.
So the morals are:
• Short paragraphs are a sign of memory loss
• I don't know what to say here
First period was commerce. Finally a class where it wasn't as bludgey. It's probably because we have a test in a few days time. Luckily we have a class tomorrow so we can revise some more!
Religion was next oh my lord it was so boring in the computer lab. Why was our teacher absent? Gosh, we had the worst substitutes. First half was the head of religion who - in my point of view - seems like that tight ass old guy. Second half was this other teacher that just gets on my nerves. I hardly did any work.
Maths was a chill out lesson like normal. The teacher got quite pissed at the class and made us stay in for a few minutes. I better start doing more work since the teacher expects me to be ahead of the class. But who cares, I'll be ahead in no time.
Japanese last period! We all thought we'd have a sub or room change but we had neither. At least my japanese teacher tells us when she's away. Common courtesy, people.
This post is so short, oh well. Tutor that night was so annoying. Only because this other dude from Melbourne High kept butting in when I was going to answer and murmurs to himself comments as if answering questions were a competition. That's enough people getting on my nerves for today. Don't let me start on this other dickhead in class that I seriously want to permanently injure.
So the morals are:
• Short paragraphs are a sign of memory loss
• I don't know what to say here
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
day: seventy two
The long weekend! It's Labour day today and I'm utilising this special and rare holiday to curl up in a ball and do nothing for the whole day! Okay, I exaggerate, but I stayed home the whole day watching shows you'd be desperate to watch because you're so bored like Ready Steady Cook. They had a special episode on today. Nonetheless, I had fun doing nothing productive today.
Therefore, seeing as I've done nothing interesting than play Draw Something and learn some random songs on the guitar (after dusting it off because it's that unused) and watching some crime shows, I shall try to say some other words that won't make sense and proceed to the morals as per usual.
So then I forgot all about my homework. I was aware of it, but not really. But who cares, I'm starting to become the one that never does their homework. Only when it's necessary. Nobody really notices: they still keep thinking I'm a good student. And I am.
So here are the morals:
• Doing nothing productive on a holiday is pathetic
• I used to watch a lot of TV, then I took an arrow to the knee and got internet (I don't even play Skyrim)
Therefore, seeing as I've done nothing interesting than play Draw Something and learn some random songs on the guitar (after dusting it off because it's that unused) and watching some crime shows, I shall try to say some other words that won't make sense and proceed to the morals as per usual.
So then I forgot all about my homework. I was aware of it, but not really. But who cares, I'm starting to become the one that never does their homework. Only when it's necessary. Nobody really notices: they still keep thinking I'm a good student. And I am.
So here are the morals:
• Doing nothing productive on a holiday is pathetic
• I used to watch a lot of TV, then I took an arrow to the knee and got internet (I don't even play Skyrim)
Monday, March 12, 2012
day: seventy one
I'm finally catching up with my posts. I decided not to bunch up my posts like last time so I painstakingly did each and every one of them properly for the last few days. Sunday isn't my weekend. You would know if you were in my shoes.
So I woke up early to do my homework. I set my alarm to 8 in the morning and I heard my phone alarm ring loud and clear. I just decided to go back to sleep. At least I properly woke up an hour later. So after doing my homework and asking dad to make some noodles for me (gotta love migoreng), I had a shower. My dad's slow so I fit my 10 minute shower and came back in time to eat!
Then I just chilled for a bit and watched one of those old movies that they randomly play on channel 7. I think it was "The Dust Factory" or something. It looks weird. It looks like one of those movies that an English class would study because the English coordinator couldn't be stuffed updating the curriculum and they had to make up meaningful stuff just to make the students feel like the movie was remotely meaningful.
Then I went to piano lessons and then was tutor. The seats in the waiting room changed so I had no idea where to sit. Those two hours of work was pretty confusing. I really hate solving 3 simultaneous equations. Me and another girl needed help and even the teacher couldn't get it right. After that I was really tired.
Then I went home and realised that I keep starting my paragraphs with 'then'. Anyways, I just did nothing for the rest of the day and watched Homeland. I don't know but it's always on when I turn the TV on. Apart from the occasional swearing and sexual content, it isn't that bad. It's a tad scary sometimes.
So the morals are:
• I love migoreng
• Any set text for English class is instantly boring.
• Simultaneous equations are stupid
So I woke up early to do my homework. I set my alarm to 8 in the morning and I heard my phone alarm ring loud and clear. I just decided to go back to sleep. At least I properly woke up an hour later. So after doing my homework and asking dad to make some noodles for me (gotta love migoreng), I had a shower. My dad's slow so I fit my 10 minute shower and came back in time to eat!
Then I just chilled for a bit and watched one of those old movies that they randomly play on channel 7. I think it was "The Dust Factory" or something. It looks weird. It looks like one of those movies that an English class would study because the English coordinator couldn't be stuffed updating the curriculum and they had to make up meaningful stuff just to make the students feel like the movie was remotely meaningful.
Then I went to piano lessons and then was tutor. The seats in the waiting room changed so I had no idea where to sit. Those two hours of work was pretty confusing. I really hate solving 3 simultaneous equations. Me and another girl needed help and even the teacher couldn't get it right. After that I was really tired.
Then I went home and realised that I keep starting my paragraphs with 'then'. Anyways, I just did nothing for the rest of the day and watched Homeland. I don't know but it's always on when I turn the TV on. Apart from the occasional swearing and sexual content, it isn't that bad. It's a tad scary sometimes.
So the morals are:
• I love migoreng
• Any set text for English class is instantly boring.
• Simultaneous equations are stupid
Sunday, March 11, 2012
day: seventy
Saturday! What a lovely nights sleep I had since I didn't have Viet school. Well, if you count being forced to wake up at 12 rather than 9 in the morning as 'sleeping in'. I still has tutor. Those three hours didn't make up for my sleep deprivation anyway.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I bought rice milk the day before and me and my mum prefer it over cow/soy milk. It doesn't taste so bad. So I took my morning rice milk (I feel so Asian: rice for every meal and then rice for drinks) and headed off to tutor to do some last minute homework because I couldn't be stuffed waking up early and losing precious sleep.
So I still arrived early to finish all my work (thank god it was easy homework) After a really slow Maths class, we had science but our teacher wasn't here. Me and my friend panicked because we thought our teacher left us (because all the nice teachers leave us and we get stuck with the mean and weird teachers) but I let a sigh of relief when she said she was a substitute. Then was english. The teacher is okay now. He's very sarcastic but the context of the classroom isn't that appropriate. He's nice, but I wish our other teacher came back.
I finally got home and chilled out and waited for my 'long lost relative' to be on messenger and the hours flew by with me doing nothing. I really couldn't be stuffed doing homework so I decided to stay up until two playing on my iPod (Draw Something is really addictive, I have so many games running and I'm a really bad drawer but who cares) and setting my alarm to 8 am and being freaked out that I'd only get five hours of sleep.
So the morals are:
• Sleep in, stay up. Yin and yang.
• Rice, soy, oat and even almond milk are healthier alternatives for cow milk. So is water.
• You know you're crap at Draw Something when you start having to write words.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I bought rice milk the day before and me and my mum prefer it over cow/soy milk. It doesn't taste so bad. So I took my morning rice milk (I feel so Asian: rice for every meal and then rice for drinks) and headed off to tutor to do some last minute homework because I couldn't be stuffed waking up early and losing precious sleep.
So I still arrived early to finish all my work (thank god it was easy homework) After a really slow Maths class, we had science but our teacher wasn't here. Me and my friend panicked because we thought our teacher left us (because all the nice teachers leave us and we get stuck with the mean and weird teachers) but I let a sigh of relief when she said she was a substitute. Then was english. The teacher is okay now. He's very sarcastic but the context of the classroom isn't that appropriate. He's nice, but I wish our other teacher came back.
I finally got home and chilled out and waited for my 'long lost relative' to be on messenger and the hours flew by with me doing nothing. I really couldn't be stuffed doing homework so I decided to stay up until two playing on my iPod (Draw Something is really addictive, I have so many games running and I'm a really bad drawer but who cares) and setting my alarm to 8 am and being freaked out that I'd only get five hours of sleep.
So the morals are:
• Sleep in, stay up. Yin and yang.
• Rice, soy, oat and even almond milk are healthier alternatives for cow milk. So is water.
• You know you're crap at Draw Something when you start having to write words.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
day: sixty nine
Hehehehe, I'm so inappropriate. Well Friday was finally a day that I look forward to. Usually, it's a day where I dread since I've got so many things to do and I'm dead tired by the end of the day. Even though I looked forward to it, it was actually even more tiring than past weeks.
English in the morning again. I guess it was a pretty relaxing lesson since I already completed my speech and I'm listening to other people doing their speeches - half of them probably didn't even do them so they just made up crap half the time. I was whispering to my friend next to me about the invalid points and I also wondered if their speech topic was actually considered a valid "issue" that occurred in the past six months.
Advanced maths second period. It seems that advanced maths is one of those subjects that's mostly scheduled in period 2, where it's been broken in half due to recess. But anyway, I guess it was a bludgey lesson since I didn't do any work at all because the teacher just went through questions the whole lesson. Better be catching up then! Some other people are about two exercises behind so I'm not in that much of a disadvantage.
Religion assessment was originally due today. I worked so damn hard yesterday staying up until 12:30 writing it all down on my book so I could type it up today. I actually finished with 20 minutes left to go so I just was chilling by myself because I decided to ditch my friends since I'd much rather prefer a rectangular computer screen (because a square monstrosity of a computer screen is way too much to bear) and I also need to do a lot of work. Half the class didn't get anything done but the teacher said it was due next week because we "worked hard". Pfft, I beg to differ. I was the one who did the work. Busting my ass off for no reason. But I didn't hand it up, I just want more time to edit it to boost up my grade! What a studious pupil I am.
After lunch in the music room, hearing this guy amazingly play piano for the first time (he was hiding it and we were eavesdropping on him because he's really shy since he's the new guy), we had maths. It was basically a chill out lesson. It's quite ironic how the teacher wrote up what work we had to do and a student added "RELAX" at the end of it. We just ended up listening to our iPods and the dickhead decided to use my earphones and explode them. One day, he's going to get karma shoved up so high up his ass that I'll be sitting there with the popcorn enjoying his own dose of medicine given to him. Gosh, I hate that dude.
Then after school, after guitar, I went straight to highpoint because I had to go with mum to do some insurance something. So I was dropped off a tad too early at the swimming pool for lifeguard lessons and it was the first time I was dropped off because mum always went with me. So I waited for a friend who arrived at 5:50 (which she explicitly explained to me) and had a few laughs here and there. So for the warm-up of our lesson, we chose to do planking and 8 laps. The planking for 2 minutes absolutely killed me. I thought it wasn't as easy but I felt like my back was going to break. But anyway, the rest of the lesson consisted of rescue techniques so it wasn't that hard.
So the morals of the day were:
• Gotta get down on Friday
• Double Maths like an Asian!
• Planking hurts.
English in the morning again. I guess it was a pretty relaxing lesson since I already completed my speech and I'm listening to other people doing their speeches - half of them probably didn't even do them so they just made up crap half the time. I was whispering to my friend next to me about the invalid points and I also wondered if their speech topic was actually considered a valid "issue" that occurred in the past six months.
Advanced maths second period. It seems that advanced maths is one of those subjects that's mostly scheduled in period 2, where it's been broken in half due to recess. But anyway, I guess it was a bludgey lesson since I didn't do any work at all because the teacher just went through questions the whole lesson. Better be catching up then! Some other people are about two exercises behind so I'm not in that much of a disadvantage.
Religion assessment was originally due today. I worked so damn hard yesterday staying up until 12:30 writing it all down on my book so I could type it up today. I actually finished with 20 minutes left to go so I just was chilling by myself because I decided to ditch my friends since I'd much rather prefer a rectangular computer screen (because a square monstrosity of a computer screen is way too much to bear) and I also need to do a lot of work. Half the class didn't get anything done but the teacher said it was due next week because we "worked hard". Pfft, I beg to differ. I was the one who did the work. Busting my ass off for no reason. But I didn't hand it up, I just want more time to edit it to boost up my grade! What a studious pupil I am.
After lunch in the music room, hearing this guy amazingly play piano for the first time (he was hiding it and we were eavesdropping on him because he's really shy since he's the new guy), we had maths. It was basically a chill out lesson. It's quite ironic how the teacher wrote up what work we had to do and a student added "RELAX" at the end of it. We just ended up listening to our iPods and the dickhead decided to use my earphones and explode them. One day, he's going to get karma shoved up so high up his ass that I'll be sitting there with the popcorn enjoying his own dose of medicine given to him. Gosh, I hate that dude.
Then after school, after guitar, I went straight to highpoint because I had to go with mum to do some insurance something. So I was dropped off a tad too early at the swimming pool for lifeguard lessons and it was the first time I was dropped off because mum always went with me. So I waited for a friend who arrived at 5:50 (which she explicitly explained to me) and had a few laughs here and there. So for the warm-up of our lesson, we chose to do planking and 8 laps. The planking for 2 minutes absolutely killed me. I thought it wasn't as easy but I felt like my back was going to break. But anyway, the rest of the lesson consisted of rescue techniques so it wasn't that hard.
So the morals of the day were:
• Gotta get down on Friday
• Double Maths like an Asian!
• Planking hurts.
day: sixty eight
Sport carnival the whole school day! Now I have to act like I actually gave the tiniest amount of care in the world about it! As you can see, my school is pretty enthusiastic about sport. Well, aren't all schools? I guess lately with the Year 8's and 9's they don't do much sports as a collective year level. I think it's because most of them are Asian.
First time wearing my sport uniform this year and bad bad bad things happen to me. Well, not that bad. I forgot my keys to the house, I forgot to bring my hat, I didn't bother bringing my school bag, I didn't bring my wallet, money and everything else because they were in my school bag. Even though the sport uniform may be "comfortable" and that I beg to differ, I just don't like sport uniform.
This is the first year I plan to utilise the sport carnival as a chill out session before I end up stuck in VCE and being pressured to actually contribute something to a house that I actually hate and am not compatible with. That's why I'd rather be in the red house. All my friends are there and I'm left with the grotty disgusting house. It's the opposite morale in contrast to a nerdy awkward Asian like me. So basically I was hiding myself in the red house for half the time. Yes, I'm such a rebel.
Then the other half was wondering around the artificial turf, pretending to spectate the events and talking to a bunch of friends that I went with. Let me tell you that I've never been more cold in my life with the wind going through me. Worse thing is that I had to tuck in my shirt because my green shirt hung out since I was faking being in the red house.
So after early finish at 1pm. I had to catch the bus (since I always get driven home) and we decided to have maccas on the way. It was pretty fun, I was pretty loud actually, I've never been more carefree and loud. I think I may have scared my friends since I'm always way too quiet. My friend gave me a $10 note for a McChicken meal so I was very thankful. I better give the $10 back to him soon or else I'd feel like such a cheap person.
Then I walked home and rested. Luckily I didn't accidentally fall asleep like yesterday. It goes to show that staying up till 12 daily gets you tired. Then I did some last minute chemistry homework as usual. So the day was pretty relaxing. Quite tiring actually, even though I didn't even do any events at the sports carnival.
The morals:
• Disliking sport carnival is a shame on me
• Disliking sport uniform is a shame on me
• I am a rebel
• I catch the bus like a rebel
First time wearing my sport uniform this year and bad bad bad things happen to me. Well, not that bad. I forgot my keys to the house, I forgot to bring my hat, I didn't bother bringing my school bag, I didn't bring my wallet, money and everything else because they were in my school bag. Even though the sport uniform may be "comfortable" and that I beg to differ, I just don't like sport uniform.
This is the first year I plan to utilise the sport carnival as a chill out session before I end up stuck in VCE and being pressured to actually contribute something to a house that I actually hate and am not compatible with. That's why I'd rather be in the red house. All my friends are there and I'm left with the grotty disgusting house. It's the opposite morale in contrast to a nerdy awkward Asian like me. So basically I was hiding myself in the red house for half the time. Yes, I'm such a rebel.
Then the other half was wondering around the artificial turf, pretending to spectate the events and talking to a bunch of friends that I went with. Let me tell you that I've never been more cold in my life with the wind going through me. Worse thing is that I had to tuck in my shirt because my green shirt hung out since I was faking being in the red house.
So after early finish at 1pm. I had to catch the bus (since I always get driven home) and we decided to have maccas on the way. It was pretty fun, I was pretty loud actually, I've never been more carefree and loud. I think I may have scared my friends since I'm always way too quiet. My friend gave me a $10 note for a McChicken meal so I was very thankful. I better give the $10 back to him soon or else I'd feel like such a cheap person.
Then I walked home and rested. Luckily I didn't accidentally fall asleep like yesterday. It goes to show that staying up till 12 daily gets you tired. Then I did some last minute chemistry homework as usual. So the day was pretty relaxing. Quite tiring actually, even though I didn't even do any events at the sports carnival.
The morals:
• Disliking sport carnival is a shame on me
• Disliking sport uniform is a shame on me
• I am a rebel
• I catch the bus like a rebel
day: sixty seven
Today was a day of homework abundance. As I am writing this on my iPod and about something that happened two days ago, I shall keep this short and simple.
Science first period in the science lab. Yay. Nothing way more exciting. But anyways, we did some work on recessive and dominant genes. I wasn't listening because I learnt all this in tutor. I learn even better at tutor than I do at school. Since she collected our workbooks, she gave us a worksheet to do. I don't actually know the whereabouts of this worksheet but I'm lead to believe that I've placed it in my humanities book.
Speaking about humanities, I had that subject next period. I really didn't like that lesson. Not because it was boring, but that we had to do a mock job interview and I was stuck with a really bad group. Thank god I wasn't the one appointed to be the interviewee, otherwise I would have been slaughtered by 'constructive criticism' by the teacher and another smart ass idiot member of the classroom.
Religion, religion, religion. Oh how I hate thee. This subject is proof why I don't want to pursue something that isn't religion-orientated. After the few lessons before with substitutes and the other teacher (I have two teachers that share classes and I believe that is really lazy or they're just doing a really weird job with part-time work). So we have the pretty strict teacher and she tells us that it's due on Friday. Woo hoo. Not that I was overly surprised. It'd just still make me do it last minute. And I'd always get it finished on time. But what I did worry was that it was way too much work. 8 questions with an average 150 word responses is just stupid. Okay, saying that makes me feel lazy but doing that in one day is energy draining.
English speeches last period. My hands were sweating so much before my speech. Teacher picked out of the hat for the order and so I was seventh. After my hands pouring all over the table, I went up to do my speech. I guess I did relatively well. I didn't even breathe at all during the 4 minute speech but I guess the students just clapped with enthusiasm because I'm the one who everyone is nice to just because he's the nerd one. At least I'm not the nerd that's being picked on.
So the morals:
• I lied, the first half of the blog post was done by iPod, the other done on the computer. I've dragged this post out for a few days now, it's pathetic.
Science first period in the science lab. Yay. Nothing way more exciting. But anyways, we did some work on recessive and dominant genes. I wasn't listening because I learnt all this in tutor. I learn even better at tutor than I do at school. Since she collected our workbooks, she gave us a worksheet to do. I don't actually know the whereabouts of this worksheet but I'm lead to believe that I've placed it in my humanities book.
Speaking about humanities, I had that subject next period. I really didn't like that lesson. Not because it was boring, but that we had to do a mock job interview and I was stuck with a really bad group. Thank god I wasn't the one appointed to be the interviewee, otherwise I would have been slaughtered by 'constructive criticism' by the teacher and another smart ass idiot member of the classroom.
Religion, religion, religion. Oh how I hate thee. This subject is proof why I don't want to pursue something that isn't religion-orientated. After the few lessons before with substitutes and the other teacher (I have two teachers that share classes and I believe that is really lazy or they're just doing a really weird job with part-time work). So we have the pretty strict teacher and she tells us that it's due on Friday. Woo hoo. Not that I was overly surprised. It'd just still make me do it last minute. And I'd always get it finished on time. But what I did worry was that it was way too much work. 8 questions with an average 150 word responses is just stupid. Okay, saying that makes me feel lazy but doing that in one day is energy draining.
English speeches last period. My hands were sweating so much before my speech. Teacher picked out of the hat for the order and so I was seventh. After my hands pouring all over the table, I went up to do my speech. I guess I did relatively well. I didn't even breathe at all during the 4 minute speech but I guess the students just clapped with enthusiasm because I'm the one who everyone is nice to just because he's the nerd one. At least I'm not the nerd that's being picked on.
So the morals:
• I lied, the first half of the blog post was done by iPod, the other done on the computer. I've dragged this post out for a few days now, it's pathetic.
Friday, March 9, 2012
day: sixty six
I missed a day on the 28th of February. So there we go, just to keep up with real time.
This is what happens when you get lazy and do everything as one big post.
This is what happens when you get lazy and do everything as one big post.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
day: sixty five
A boring day like usual. Since I'm posting it a day afterwards, I'll probably have forgotten most of the stuff. At least I noted them down.
I had English in the morning. It seems like I always have English first thing in the morning. Well today I got my speech read over by the teacher and she thought it was good. I don't really know if my speech is actual quality or that she was being nice to everyone. I really hate it when that happens. I don't know whether to leave it as is or to work harder. By what she's saying, I better lift my game up (heh, first time saying it, mainly because I don't participate in any sort of competitive sporting activites) because the other guys' speeches were 'very well structured' and I'm known to have good structure! Keep my standards up, I must! (My friend told me how to speak Yoda language a few weeks ago)
Second period was advanced Maths. More circles to study! It's feeling better at least and I'm quite happy how the teacher and the class is impressed with my Maths work. For once I actually feel valued. I'm satisfied with how I'm going in the class. People still ask me for help here and then, I mean, I don't feel like the leader in any sort of way, but I do feel the sense that people can still be able to respect my abilities even when we're in an environment with advanced people.
After that was humanities. Oh my god it was so boring and sleep-enducing. And the thing is that I never sleep in public places. I'm so tired of doing work on work. Worse thing is that we just sat there for a whole period just reading through a worksheet. It actually hurt being so bored. Nothing is worse than staring at a double-sided A3 sheet of paper for over an hour. I got nothing out of that class, honestly.
After spending lunchtime in the music room, last period was jap! Things are starting to get more casual as I slack off: it's probably because of the other boring subjects. I'm not as productive anymore, I should watch some Lucky Star (anime) and write something I learnt in my 'Japanese reflection diary'. It sounds really cheesy but I actually like the idea. It's like a mini-blog that just specialises in Japanese class. Unfortunately, I don't have a proper Japanese class in a while (my teacher is going to go on camp) so I guess that'll be my time to start working hard (but I doubt it).
So the morals are:
• You know you're weird when you start talking Yoda language
• Hate circles.
• I'd rather stare at a wall than stare at a worksheet
•
I had English in the morning. It seems like I always have English first thing in the morning. Well today I got my speech read over by the teacher and she thought it was good. I don't really know if my speech is actual quality or that she was being nice to everyone. I really hate it when that happens. I don't know whether to leave it as is or to work harder. By what she's saying, I better lift my game up (heh, first time saying it, mainly because I don't participate in any sort of competitive sporting activites) because the other guys' speeches were 'very well structured' and I'm known to have good structure! Keep my standards up, I must! (My friend told me how to speak Yoda language a few weeks ago)
Second period was advanced Maths. More circles to study! It's feeling better at least and I'm quite happy how the teacher and the class is impressed with my Maths work. For once I actually feel valued. I'm satisfied with how I'm going in the class. People still ask me for help here and then, I mean, I don't feel like the leader in any sort of way, but I do feel the sense that people can still be able to respect my abilities even when we're in an environment with advanced people.
After that was humanities. Oh my god it was so boring and sleep-enducing. And the thing is that I never sleep in public places. I'm so tired of doing work on work. Worse thing is that we just sat there for a whole period just reading through a worksheet. It actually hurt being so bored. Nothing is worse than staring at a double-sided A3 sheet of paper for over an hour. I got nothing out of that class, honestly.
After spending lunchtime in the music room, last period was jap! Things are starting to get more casual as I slack off: it's probably because of the other boring subjects. I'm not as productive anymore, I should watch some Lucky Star (anime) and write something I learnt in my 'Japanese reflection diary'. It sounds really cheesy but I actually like the idea. It's like a mini-blog that just specialises in Japanese class. Unfortunately, I don't have a proper Japanese class in a while (my teacher is going to go on camp) so I guess that'll be my time to start working hard (but I doubt it).
So the morals are:
• You know you're weird when you start talking Yoda language
• Hate circles.
• I'd rather stare at a wall than stare at a worksheet
•
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
day: sixty four
This will be the one and only time I stay up this late to just write a recount of my day. It's going to be a busy day tomorrow so I better make this quick before I get no sleep at all. Today was just another uninspiring Monday.
Firstly, I donated some money to the project compassion box in homeroom today. It's our homeroom's swear jar but I just happened to be generous and pop in a two dollar coin when nobody was looking. I feel proud of myself. Then was morning science practical. Nothing special really, well actually, it was pretty interesting extracting DNA from wheat germ if you would ask the nerdy side of me.
Then was religion. Boring boring religion. At least they were in the computer labs and I did some decent work on the computers because I wrote it up beforehand in my exercise book. Regardless, I learnt how to make a rubber band star by the almighty (he who shall not be named but is not Voldemort). At least I got something useful out of that.
Then it was commerce. I don't know about this but I really don't know why I get a headache every commerce class. Maybe it's because I'm sitting next to the window and the white textbook is reflecting too much into my eyes? It's a bludgeon like usual (I hate auto-correct, this is why I don't like my iPod when blogging). But the subject content is actually hard, we have the test next week, let's hope I keep my pristine school records and not fail!
Lastly was advanced Maths. We finally got our results back from the test on surds. I got 99%! I'm pretty content with myself since the class teasing me about how I got the first question wrong really got me upset. That'll tell then to shut up before trying to degrade me. We're learning about circular geometry and I've never learnt it before so it's a lot to remember! I hope I keep my scores up the next test then, because this topic is harder and the teacher will mark harder too.
After school I had drumming and so that was alright. I thought I had a sub today but it turns out my normal teacher is back from Queensland. On the way home I bought some goodies to pack as snacks for school! Then after coming home I finally started home working at 10pm. I really have bad habits. So does my tutor friend but at least she sleeps a tad earlier than me. I need to stop typing or my arm will hurt using the iPod for too long.
So the morals are:
• Nerds love wheat germ DNA
• Religion is the best time for learning rubber band tricks.
• If iPod autocorrect believes that all my classes are bludgeon, then half my class would be dead by now.
Firstly, I donated some money to the project compassion box in homeroom today. It's our homeroom's swear jar but I just happened to be generous and pop in a two dollar coin when nobody was looking. I feel proud of myself. Then was morning science practical. Nothing special really, well actually, it was pretty interesting extracting DNA from wheat germ if you would ask the nerdy side of me.
Then was religion. Boring boring religion. At least they were in the computer labs and I did some decent work on the computers because I wrote it up beforehand in my exercise book. Regardless, I learnt how to make a rubber band star by the almighty (he who shall not be named but is not Voldemort). At least I got something useful out of that.
Then it was commerce. I don't know about this but I really don't know why I get a headache every commerce class. Maybe it's because I'm sitting next to the window and the white textbook is reflecting too much into my eyes? It's a bludgeon like usual (I hate auto-correct, this is why I don't like my iPod when blogging). But the subject content is actually hard, we have the test next week, let's hope I keep my pristine school records and not fail!
Lastly was advanced Maths. We finally got our results back from the test on surds. I got 99%! I'm pretty content with myself since the class teasing me about how I got the first question wrong really got me upset. That'll tell then to shut up before trying to degrade me. We're learning about circular geometry and I've never learnt it before so it's a lot to remember! I hope I keep my scores up the next test then, because this topic is harder and the teacher will mark harder too.
After school I had drumming and so that was alright. I thought I had a sub today but it turns out my normal teacher is back from Queensland. On the way home I bought some goodies to pack as snacks for school! Then after coming home I finally started home working at 10pm. I really have bad habits. So does my tutor friend but at least she sleeps a tad earlier than me. I need to stop typing or my arm will hurt using the iPod for too long.
So the morals are:
• Nerds love wheat germ DNA
• Religion is the best time for learning rubber band tricks.
• If iPod autocorrect believes that all my classes are bludgeon, then half my class would be dead by now.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
day: fifty nine to sixty three
The only reason I blogged today was that I'm probably going to be busy tomorrow on monday. I've taken the definition of lazy to a whole new level: procrastinating on things that I actually want to do. Is that even possible? Well it is now. Well, I probably turned a bit crazy after those few days cause I seem to be answering my own questions and talking to myself. Isn't that right? Yes, it is.
day: fifty nine
The usual. I should've blogged that day since I had nothing on except school and a wad of homework that didn't even get done (or even started on). So english class in the morning wasn't so bad. If I remember properly, one of the maintenance guys came in to rub the whiteboard because our whiteboard smudges when you try to rub things off and so for the past few days the teachers have been writing on what looked like a really bad blackboard. Oh and also he fixed the air conditioner. I don't know how he fixed it but he just turned it on and viola, I was breathing fresh air again. Humanities was a bludge so I actually don't know what happened in that class. Commerce, the same. Science is usually a bludge too, but I remember it because it's last period and we were in the top floor (instead of room 27 all the time) and that's where the crowded and squishy seats and tables were. And also that this idiot in my class keeps on having to annoy the teacher about this ongoing debate on how participation in science class isn't compulsory for him because he doesn't want to pursue a science-based education in the next two years of his schooling. In a more dumb, petty and unconvincing way, of course. If people knew that I was thinking that, I'd probably have my face punched in. That or I'd have to let my reputation go to waste and start mentally tormenting people. Either way is fine.
day: sixty
Maths in the morning. Even for an asian that sounds like death. Well, maybe just for me, since I find it so boring. Japanese wasn't so bad: it's the only subject that isn't so bad. Well, it is bad in the sense that I actually do feel sorry for that new kid in our class and the fact that there's only 5 students in the class. One day, I shall learn to write a whole blog entry in Japanese. You just watch! I'm only joking, you probably wouldn't watch it because you guys don't understand Japanese. Humanities in the computer lab. It wasn't so bad, I got through most of the online tests. By got through I meant "cheated". At least I didn't just copy and replace them. I actually took my time to read the questions. I know I'm not gonna be the one who gets their scalp ripped off in an accident at work experience. Then commerce was bludge after bludge. We had a sub who let us listen to our iPods. Unfortunately, due to technical difficulties with my retarded iPod, I left it at home because it's no use listening to it when all the songs are wiped off due to my lovely iTunes. Lovely, I tell you. Absolutely lovely. Chemistry tutor wasn't so bad, I shouldn't do homework last minute next time.
day: sixty one
Japanese first period! Well, it's still quite a relaxed class. Or maybe I'm just not trying hard enough in Jap. I mean, I actually do want to learn it though. Maths test! Don't worry, I aced it (like an Asian). I only got two marks off which still is an A so I'm happy. The teacher marked mine during class because I finished early. The other guys who finished about ages before me probably just rushed through it and skipped questions and handed it in thinking he was so smart because he was first. Good luck in your VCE studies, mate. Then was advanced maths. So I guess you could say double maths. I really want a double period, well, the experience of a double period because my school only has four periods, so double periods are a tad too excessive. So we just did our work, and I forgot to write down my homework so I'm screwed. Then was religion, thank god we had a sub, cause I hate my teacher. Instead we had our humanities teacher subbing us. At least it's better than that other crazy teacher. But still, it was a boring last period of the school week. I also had a party for lifeguard because one of our teachers is leaving us. But before the party started, I was greeted by some 'friends' outside the swimming centre and it was a bit awkward with them screaming out my name. One of my friends told me that one of the girls there liked me. It's a tad scary because I actually don't know any of those girls and also the fact that why anybody would like me. If you knew I had a blog like this you'd be better off having a relationship with some celebrity. I kid you not.
day: sixty two
'Tis be Saturday! If that makes any sense in ye olde English. Anyway, it was pretty rainy and gloomy in the morning at viet school. Today's lesson wasn't so bad. Except for the end of the day where we had to do a group speech on something I had absolutely no idea about. Then was tutor, it actually wasn't so bad. But we had a maths test so I didn't really expect that. I'm so lucky I just looked through the maths book randomly before the test or else I would've failed miserably. Science is easy since we're learning about chemistry now and I know all about this so I'm giving my friend all the answers! Such a nice friend I am! Then was the dreaded English. Today's class isn't so bad, but we still have a LOT of work to do. I still don't like him. But apparently my friend's (who's in the same class) younger sister said that she actually likes him as a teacher. I actually only ended up doing maths homework for tomorrow and watching a load of Dream High 2. I was addicted to the first season, but this season isn't as good, but it's still as addictive. Maybe I should stop myself from watching it for a week.
day: sixty three
Okay, I didn't do any piano practice at all this week, but I surprisingly did well. maybe I should harness this musical power and RULE THE WORLD. I'm only joking, I'll just practice more and see if my skills become drastically better than my horrible skills last year. Maybe it's because I'm playing this other difficult piece by myself? Oh well. Then it was maths tutor. The teacher asked me if it was possible to move classes because it's more suitable. I actually quite like it as it is and also, I'm busy on Tuesdays. I'll just have to work hard to keep up doing a year ahead. Now today was supposed to be a homework day but instead I decided to go on Facebook and watch TV. Up until now, where all my friends are off sleeping, have I started contemplating about doing homework.
So the morals are:
• I'd be screwed if the people I talk about in this blog actually read my blog.
• Why art thou iTunes so laggy?
• Boy + Korean Drama = no sense of masculinity left
• Good student on the outside, bad student on the inside.
day: fifty nine
The usual. I should've blogged that day since I had nothing on except school and a wad of homework that didn't even get done (or even started on). So english class in the morning wasn't so bad. If I remember properly, one of the maintenance guys came in to rub the whiteboard because our whiteboard smudges when you try to rub things off and so for the past few days the teachers have been writing on what looked like a really bad blackboard. Oh and also he fixed the air conditioner. I don't know how he fixed it but he just turned it on and viola, I was breathing fresh air again. Humanities was a bludge so I actually don't know what happened in that class. Commerce, the same. Science is usually a bludge too, but I remember it because it's last period and we were in the top floor (instead of room 27 all the time) and that's where the crowded and squishy seats and tables were. And also that this idiot in my class keeps on having to annoy the teacher about this ongoing debate on how participation in science class isn't compulsory for him because he doesn't want to pursue a science-based education in the next two years of his schooling. In a more dumb, petty and unconvincing way, of course. If people knew that I was thinking that, I'd probably have my face punched in. That or I'd have to let my reputation go to waste and start mentally tormenting people. Either way is fine.
day: sixty
Maths in the morning. Even for an asian that sounds like death. Well, maybe just for me, since I find it so boring. Japanese wasn't so bad: it's the only subject that isn't so bad. Well, it is bad in the sense that I actually do feel sorry for that new kid in our class and the fact that there's only 5 students in the class. One day, I shall learn to write a whole blog entry in Japanese. You just watch! I'm only joking, you probably wouldn't watch it because you guys don't understand Japanese. Humanities in the computer lab. It wasn't so bad, I got through most of the online tests. By got through I meant "cheated". At least I didn't just copy and replace them. I actually took my time to read the questions. I know I'm not gonna be the one who gets their scalp ripped off in an accident at work experience. Then commerce was bludge after bludge. We had a sub who let us listen to our iPods. Unfortunately, due to technical difficulties with my retarded iPod, I left it at home because it's no use listening to it when all the songs are wiped off due to my lovely iTunes. Lovely, I tell you. Absolutely lovely. Chemistry tutor wasn't so bad, I shouldn't do homework last minute next time.
day: sixty one
Japanese first period! Well, it's still quite a relaxed class. Or maybe I'm just not trying hard enough in Jap. I mean, I actually do want to learn it though. Maths test! Don't worry, I aced it (like an Asian). I only got two marks off which still is an A so I'm happy. The teacher marked mine during class because I finished early. The other guys who finished about ages before me probably just rushed through it and skipped questions and handed it in thinking he was so smart because he was first. Good luck in your VCE studies, mate. Then was advanced maths. So I guess you could say double maths. I really want a double period, well, the experience of a double period because my school only has four periods, so double periods are a tad too excessive. So we just did our work, and I forgot to write down my homework so I'm screwed. Then was religion, thank god we had a sub, cause I hate my teacher. Instead we had our humanities teacher subbing us. At least it's better than that other crazy teacher. But still, it was a boring last period of the school week. I also had a party for lifeguard because one of our teachers is leaving us. But before the party started, I was greeted by some 'friends' outside the swimming centre and it was a bit awkward with them screaming out my name. One of my friends told me that one of the girls there liked me. It's a tad scary because I actually don't know any of those girls and also the fact that why anybody would like me. If you knew I had a blog like this you'd be better off having a relationship with some celebrity. I kid you not.
day: sixty two
'Tis be Saturday! If that makes any sense in ye olde English. Anyway, it was pretty rainy and gloomy in the morning at viet school. Today's lesson wasn't so bad. Except for the end of the day where we had to do a group speech on something I had absolutely no idea about. Then was tutor, it actually wasn't so bad. But we had a maths test so I didn't really expect that. I'm so lucky I just looked through the maths book randomly before the test or else I would've failed miserably. Science is easy since we're learning about chemistry now and I know all about this so I'm giving my friend all the answers! Such a nice friend I am! Then was the dreaded English. Today's class isn't so bad, but we still have a LOT of work to do. I still don't like him. But apparently my friend's (who's in the same class) younger sister said that she actually likes him as a teacher. I actually only ended up doing maths homework for tomorrow and watching a load of Dream High 2. I was addicted to the first season, but this season isn't as good, but it's still as addictive. Maybe I should stop myself from watching it for a week.
day: sixty three
Okay, I didn't do any piano practice at all this week, but I surprisingly did well. maybe I should harness this musical power and RULE THE WORLD. I'm only joking, I'll just practice more and see if my skills become drastically better than my horrible skills last year. Maybe it's because I'm playing this other difficult piece by myself? Oh well. Then it was maths tutor. The teacher asked me if it was possible to move classes because it's more suitable. I actually quite like it as it is and also, I'm busy on Tuesdays. I'll just have to work hard to keep up doing a year ahead. Now today was supposed to be a homework day but instead I decided to go on Facebook and watch TV. Up until now, where all my friends are off sleeping, have I started contemplating about doing homework.
So the morals are:
• I'd be screwed if the people I talk about in this blog actually read my blog.
• Why art thou iTunes so laggy?
• Boy + Korean Drama = no sense of masculinity left
• Good student on the outside, bad student on the inside.
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