March 26th, 2004

Amak Axver

Goodbye gentlemen, have fun killing yourselves!

A teacher once told me that the higher the grade, the more immature the student. Every day, that seems to be confirmed, especially in Maths C class. When I left today, Sam, Pat, and Tom were getting into some fight because Pat 'stole' Tom's piece of mind, Tom thought he'd stolen his rubber, and Sam was pulling Tom's leg hairs for some peculiar reason. And Sam tells me to avoid conflict ...? Hmm, can we say 'hypocrisy'? But it's funny all the same.

Next week is most notable for a number of maths exams that I am not looking forward to in the slightest. Maths C I just need to perfect my knowledge of some procedures and revise a few vector things that I've forgotten, so it should be alright. Maths B, on the other hand ... ick, that'll be a nightmare. No-one seems to have much of a clue and I really cannot believe how badly things have been taught in B this term. But I complained about this last year too ... I'm sure it has something to do with our new textbooks. Grade eight to ten maths was taught perfectly fine by a number of teachers, but the last two years have been shocking with these new textbooks. They have a pile of old ones in the room I normally have both maths in, and they are WONDERFUL. They're actually written in ENGLISH. But what we have now is filled with mathematic babble and poorly explained 'examples'. No wonder no-one has a clue - the second they flick open their textbook, they get hit by a language they don't know. Just typical.

English, however, has been rather nice so far this year. I spoke with my English teacher today and she said that my assignment's definitely an A, but her and the head of English have gone over it in a very picky fashion to spot every error. I told her that I wanted to get as high as possible so she's actually listened and is trying to lift my writing to the highest level by being thoroughly pedantical. I love it. Best English teacher I've ever had - she listens to us, treats us as adults, and knows exactly how to get us to perform on exams.

I really wish people wouldn't have chewing or bubble gum at school. It's against the school rules but some people don't care, and it's infuriating. Jamie had some today and he kept on offering it to me. Deliberately too, because he knows I hate it. Though I don't see why anyone would want to eat chewing gum anyway. You can't swallow it and you end up with this tasteless, annoying blob in your mouth. Lately I haven't seen the point to a lot. Seems to be a constant complaint, though I feel it's quite legitimate. If something's thoroughly pointless, like sitting around listening to people babble on about something you have no interest in or need to know, then why waste your time doing it? But no, some people run around doing things that are an absolute waste of time and it'd be amusing if it wasn't so real.

Hm. But anyway. Yesterday I managed to score three ice cups, which was hilarious. By logic, I should have been thoroughly hyper afterwards because all of them were strawberry flavour and hence made with red cordial, the Ultimate Hyperiser, but I wasn't. I was in this ... mood, but I was not hyper. Things like that just don't get me hyper. I don't recommend eating three ice cups fast, though. And if you have an aversion to your lips going bright red, don't try it either.

Am I the only person who finds any performance of Mofo apart from 23 September 1997, Sarajevo, to be lacking a certain something? Maybe it's just that awesome show or something.

I cannot wait for university.

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