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.