Woohoo. School's in!

Sidenote: Tsonga lost to Federer =[ Stupid Federer. Keeps owning everyone =________________= But yay Tsonga went off smiling =D

School.

How goddamn exciting. I think there comes a point where you've been excited so many times about it being the first day of school that you become jaded and don't give a crap anymore. Because you realise that this year will just be the same as the previous 11. Despite what you thought at the beginning of every other year.

"But this year's different. We're seniors!"

Apart from having an easier to stain shirt which will mean more washing the more often I spill tomato sauce on it, it's the same =___________=

Year 11 just means more work, less sleep, less fun, but otherwise it's the same. BACK IN MY DAYYY, we used to have Mrs O'Reilly/Mr Howlett for maths, Mr Ballantyne/Khoury for science, Mrs Mayers for English and Mr Brown for Agriculture, etc.

Not that my new teachers aren't cool. In fact, I'm pretty happy about the teachers I have. But it's just not nearly as fun now. And they get pretty pissed if you even say one word in class. Like Mr Perrins this week - he's so nice and has an awesome English accent and is haxxor at maths, but was so annoyed at our talking he went up to the cupboard and kicked it and told us to shut up. o_O

Anyway, here's a brief summary of my past favourite teachers =) You can skip over this if you want. It might get a liiiitle bit boring =P

Mr Dunkerley: Funniest jokes and awesome cynical attitude towards everything that just made Geography, my most hated subject in Year 7, fun. Every lesson he'd shock us in telling us there was a surprise quiz (quite often there was), or he'd get this rubber cockroach from his wooden box slideout lid pencase and throw it onto someone's desk when they weren't looking and enjoy watching them scream (random diversion . . . there was a FROG in our classroom today! O_O A FROG!!!). Really knew his geography. Like really knew it, even though he specialised in economics, so you can imagine how beast he would be at that! Always brought in interesting and hilarious news snippets to show us. In fact, he made me actually kind of like Geography so much I somehow came first that year =)

 Mrs O'Reilly: Super nice, caring and groovy teacher whom we were lucky enough to have in Year 8 (our class 8A was the only class out of the grade to ever have her). A total WHIZ at maths, and someone manages to help everyone in her class rank really well even without much hard work at all! Always smiling, with fiery, reddish curly hair, and dedicated. And she would like give us Smarties and stuff under the excuse of performing a probability study on the frequency of each colour of Smarties. Also had these bludgy maths games she played all the time =D Heard how she like spent a whole period playing on someone's DS after she discovered the kid playing it. Legend!! =P Under her, even the people who are like at the bottom of the grade now did extremely well. Sadly, she's gone off to Oakhill College to become the Head of Maths, but she'll still be like the one of the best maths teacher we've had.

Mr Howlett: Another maths teacher whom I had last year. Such a nice guy who always tries really hard to make sure you understand everything, going through the proofs even though many people (like me =P) only see the point of knowing the formulae. So dedicated that he marks geometry questions by printing out a giant A4 diagram, and marking in everything that you have/haven't proved. Isn't as beast at maths as some other teachers, but certainly makes up for it with his hard work. Also make sure you do every single question on every worksheet, because for bookmark he has a list of worksheets and questions that should have been done and ticks them off for every single kid. So nice that every maths period is like a fun session where you can like socialise and chat (we actually loved double maths), though he often tries to get us to be quiet. But gets drowned in our voices. So he sometimes shouts to try and get us to listen, and our class becomes quiet for 30 seconds, but after that is as loud as it was before. Gotta feel a little sorry for him =) A little hard to learn from him though, but as long as you listen instead of talk you'll be all right.

Mr Howlett's catchphrases (only if you've ever had him you would know these phrases very well):

=>Uh, 10J, I'd like to get some work done this period.

=>10J, some quiet would be nice, thank you.

=>You should NOT be doing maths enrichment in class. That was meant to be done at home.

=>Hey! Again. Stop talking and get some work done!

=>Uh, AGAIN. Some people have barely started on their work.

=>I will be collecting your book not next week, but the week after that (only Howlett's nice enough to give you a 2 week warning period. Most teachers tell you the night before).

Okay, I shall stop talking about teachers until next post so you guys don't fall asleep =D

Anyway . . . so how did my first week of school go?

Boring - extremely boring, but I guess I expected that =[ Realised that I have 15 periods of maths per fortnight - 5 days of double maths. Think about it. That's like (no wait, that is) having double maths for every day of one week. Then single maths for every day the week after.

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But I have 5 free periods now! And 2 are on period 4 Wednesdays! Meaning if it's wet weather Wednesday, I can go home at 10:40 AM-ish! That's right! Wooh!!!

Had swimming carnvial on Thursday. Swam in all participation races just to help Rassack get some points! Yay!!! Except we came 3rd, losing to Jones by just 3 points. 3 points!!! If only Alvin had swum. I tried to get him to swim for at least one race, and he kept promising to swim with me in the next race. Except kept dogging every single race =[

If only like one of all those lazy Rassack people sitting in the standings doing maths homework had come and participated T____T So lazyyyyy guys

Afterwards went around to the baby pool where everyone was hanging around playing Spoons. Everyone felt a strong affinity for the baby pool. That's right. The uncannily warm one. I wonder why =)

But we still all just ran in cause it was so awesome. And warm hehe

Pretty funny cause Lowcock would start shouting at us over the megaphone PA system to get out of the pool. Except no one came out, until Connors came along. And then 10 minutes later, after sneaking back, the pool would be just as full as before, and it would take Mr Lowcock a further 10 minutes to realise. And Wratten didn't do anything =P She just stood by the pool and laughed at people getting dunked it xDD

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Oh wow. I haven't blogged for so long. Today is the first day of the lunar calendar. It is now CHINESE NEW YEAR!!! Wooh! =P

Never got around to actually blogging cause we had our lovable Potato Trial for agriculture for the past week. Oh, how we love our spuds! Lol our class' trial was the dodgiest of all - we got non significant results due to the standard error being too big, we forgot to weigh the potatoes in the last row and so averaged it, and we had like huge water fights over our plots. =DD

So annoying how the more time I set apart for something to be done, the longer it takes for me to do it. It's ridiculous! T__________T And then the exam on the Potato Trial was on the day the assignment was due in, so I was like crazily tired from staying up and rushing it.

The exam was 6 marks, 3 questions. 2 mark for each question. A simple question, and I managed, after squeezing every last piece of bs out of me, to write 2 pages. And there were 20 min left. BUT the whole hall was still furiously scribbling away! T_____T HOW CAN YOU WRITE SO MUCH ABOUT NOTHING!!! I was like mentally screaming at them to stop writing. Seriously, each question could have been answered in 2 sentences. 2 marks. Except every ended up writing like 4 pages!! O_O

Now I feel bad .___.

Ah well, I shall go head off and actually do some work for once =) and catch up on other blogs lol

and to go and listen to the song richard is doing for musical

i hope he gets a lead role =]

anyway . . . off to do some hard workkkk on my stupid english essay on stupid old horny judith wright. Woman to Man is the most sick poem ever T___T