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I got "fool", "beautiful" and "whore". Mum got "lovely", "sad" and "funny".
What did you get?
Friday 15 June 2012
Oh. My. Goddess
I got "fool", "beautiful" and "whore". Mum got "lovely", "sad" and "funny".
What did you get?
Monday 11 June 2012
I Hate Mymaths
I have a maths exam on Wednesday and I've been revising using the tasks on mymaths. I spent an hour on "Pythagoras and trigonometry" before I even started the activity itself. Which I got 5 out of 20 on. I have not idea why I got 5 out of 20 or where I was going wrong. 3 of those marks were for the wrong answer.
I've found this video thanks to Scarlett and thought I would share Hitlers opinions with you:
"THEY ARE TAKING THE PISS! I TOLD THEM NOT TO SET ME ANY MORE HOMEWORK ON THAT PIECE OF SHIT! I've already spent the past week re-doing all of my tasks because I didn't press FUCKING "checkout" at the end. I told them I prefer to do it on paper! Paper [lets] me show my workings. And all because they cannot be bothered to mark shit themselves! They have to get a gay computer to do their work! ... IT'S THEIR FUCKING JOB! To mark it and [give us feedback] ... FUCK THE SMILEY FACES! And those shitty scores! They can lick my balls! How the hell is a three colour marking system supposed to show you how you have gone wrong!?! And help you improve your problem solving skills! How the fuck am I supposed to conquer all of bastard Europe! When I have to spend hours wandering through my notes on the sine rule when I simply rounded up wrong. I hate doing homework on that infuriating system. I'd rather wear a tight little miniskirt and get fucked up the [arse]! By STALIN! I can't believe it's come to this. I was their star pupil, I knew those formulae inside out. Yet I only average at 68%! A single question - 8 MARKS LOST for one tiny fucking error! It makes me look LIKE A RETARD! You should have never told me to take maths at A-Level. I should have listened to my wife."
I have better grammar than Hitler (hence me correcting half of it but being too lazy to change the rest, and the changing from American to English). I don't wish to conquer Europe. I'd rather not be let Stalin do that to me (especially because it's have to be a zombie Stalin! Ew!!). I've never been a star pupil. I'm not taking maths at A level. I don't have a wife. I never use "gay" as an insult. But apart from that, Hitler has a good point.
I've found this video thanks to Scarlett and thought I would share Hitlers opinions with you:
"THEY ARE TAKING THE PISS! I TOLD THEM NOT TO SET ME ANY MORE HOMEWORK ON THAT PIECE OF SHIT! I've already spent the past week re-doing all of my tasks because I didn't press FUCKING "checkout" at the end. I told them I prefer to do it on paper! Paper [lets] me show my workings. And all because they cannot be bothered to mark shit themselves! They have to get a gay computer to do their work! ... IT'S THEIR FUCKING JOB! To mark it and [give us feedback] ... FUCK THE SMILEY FACES! And those shitty scores! They can lick my balls! How the hell is a three colour marking system supposed to show you how you have gone wrong!?! And help you improve your problem solving skills! How the fuck am I supposed to conquer all of bastard Europe! When I have to spend hours wandering through my notes on the sine rule when I simply rounded up wrong. I hate doing homework on that infuriating system. I'd rather wear a tight little miniskirt and get fucked up the [arse]! By STALIN! I can't believe it's come to this. I was their star pupil, I knew those formulae inside out. Yet I only average at 68%! A single question - 8 MARKS LOST for one tiny fucking error! It makes me look LIKE A RETARD! You should have never told me to take maths at A-Level. I should have listened to my wife."
I have better grammar than Hitler (hence me correcting half of it but being too lazy to change the rest, and the changing from American to English). I don't wish to conquer Europe. I'd rather not be let Stalin do that to me (especially because it's have to be a zombie Stalin! Ew!!). I've never been a star pupil. I'm not taking maths at A level. I don't have a wife. I never use "gay" as an insult. But apart from that, Hitler has a good point.
Saturday 9 June 2012
School's Out!!
"School's out for summer
School's out for ever"
It's been a whole week now since I finished school. The leavers service was worth going to in the end I guess. Although it was doubtful. I won't bore you with the whole thing - just the parts that I remember. I was so excited because my mum was there. Normally she doesn't go to things like that. She has work and Dad has work.That's just how it is. But this time she was there to see me finish secondary school.
At one point our form tutors made speeches. They were all very soppy and sweet. One form tutor talked about what song she will remember each person in her form by. Amisha got "Mysterious Girl". I would have loved to know what song someone would associate with me. But our teacher decided to talk about uniform. Which is probably for the best, I might have cried otherwise.
We were all called up to the front of the hall in register order to receive our Progress Files. We had to walk from the back of the hall to the front. I hated it because everyone was looking. And all I could think about was that I was on my period and I really hoped I didn't have blood stains on the back of my trousers.
Freya, a girl I'm friends with, is normally very quiet. Her speaking voice isn't remarkable. She's smallish. And she got up on stage to sing. We all know she's good.She's got a manager and we've heard her sing some pretty song before. But this time it was a soul(?) song. Have you ever seen Christina Augilara sing? You look at her and think nothing much and then she starts singing in a voice that sounds like it should belong to a rather large black woman? (No offence intended, that's just the only way I know to describe it). Well, hearing Saffron sing this song was something like that. It was unbelievably shocking.
Just after or just before was some sort of multicultural thing. My boyfriend came up with it or lead it or something so I kind of had to pay attention. It was basically people saying that they loved the school and wish us all good luck. I feel bad but I have to admit it wouldn't be worth mentioning if it wasn't for Jaromir being part of it.
Towards the end a letter was read out. For charity week this year the money was raised for the Kerry Fitz-John memorial trust thingy. Miss Fitz-John was our geography teacher before she died of cancer last year. The money the charity receives is used to improve the facilities locally so that more women here can survive cancer. A letter was written to us from her mum, who runs the charity. This was the letter read out at the end of the leavers thing. That was the closest I got to crying. Which I managed not to do for the whole thing. Unlike a lot of people.
So that was it. The end of school. I have 3 exams left and then I'm done. How the fuck dis that happen?
School's out for ever"
It's been a whole week now since I finished school. The leavers service was worth going to in the end I guess. Although it was doubtful. I won't bore you with the whole thing - just the parts that I remember. I was so excited because my mum was there. Normally she doesn't go to things like that. She has work and Dad has work.That's just how it is. But this time she was there to see me finish secondary school.
At one point our form tutors made speeches. They were all very soppy and sweet. One form tutor talked about what song she will remember each person in her form by. Amisha got "Mysterious Girl". I would have loved to know what song someone would associate with me. But our teacher decided to talk about uniform. Which is probably for the best, I might have cried otherwise.
We were all called up to the front of the hall in register order to receive our Progress Files. We had to walk from the back of the hall to the front. I hated it because everyone was looking. And all I could think about was that I was on my period and I really hoped I didn't have blood stains on the back of my trousers.
Freya, a girl I'm friends with, is normally very quiet. Her speaking voice isn't remarkable. She's smallish. And she got up on stage to sing. We all know she's good.She's got a manager and we've heard her sing some pretty song before. But this time it was a soul(?) song. Have you ever seen Christina Augilara sing? You look at her and think nothing much and then she starts singing in a voice that sounds like it should belong to a rather large black woman? (No offence intended, that's just the only way I know to describe it). Well, hearing Saffron sing this song was something like that. It was unbelievably shocking.
Just after or just before was some sort of multicultural thing. My boyfriend came up with it or lead it or something so I kind of had to pay attention. It was basically people saying that they loved the school and wish us all good luck. I feel bad but I have to admit it wouldn't be worth mentioning if it wasn't for Jaromir being part of it.
Towards the end a letter was read out. For charity week this year the money was raised for the Kerry Fitz-John memorial trust thingy. Miss Fitz-John was our geography teacher before she died of cancer last year. The money the charity receives is used to improve the facilities locally so that more women here can survive cancer. A letter was written to us from her mum, who runs the charity. This was the letter read out at the end of the leavers thing. That was the closest I got to crying. Which I managed not to do for the whole thing. Unlike a lot of people.
So that was it. The end of school. I have 3 exams left and then I'm done. How the fuck dis that happen?
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