Phew, 14 GCSE exams in total, and another 11 to go! It was the Maths non-calculator GCSE paper and I was doing a foundation, because I’m a dumbass, I won’t name exactly why I’m so crap at Maths.. *cough* teacher *cough*. I did actually find it really easy. I mean, it’s so hard to ‘write one thousand, two hundred and sixty in words’ isn’t it? Also reflecting a shape in the y=x line.. that’s impossible (sense the sarcasm). Hopefully got a C though… need it to get into Sixth Form, and also do the subjects I want to take, e.g. psychology and sociology needs Maths at a grade C, so no pressure eh?
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So yeah.. got an English Literature exam tomorrow; Lord of the Flies, An Inspector Calls and War Poetry (most ‘exciting’ blend of literature texts..), just dreading that also, because I need English as well for Sixth Form.
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Today was very boring, apart from last period, where me and Harriet decided to escape ICT and go and do Science revision instead. At least I could avoid the unneeded screaming from the class, and a certain annoying person.. “don’t sneeze at Tanya” – joke isn’t funny.. LOL. I just laugh because it’s just so crap. So me and Harriet went to the library instead, and just talked instead.. a lot quieter though mind you, ’silence is golden’ – it really is. Just ended up making fun of an hormonal kid crying (yet again) over his hair.. and laughing at some kid with a lisp behind us who threatened to beat up a year 11 before. It was hilarious. As we decided to go the easy way back to Science to return the books, Harriet decides she wants to go to Science a ‘quick’ way by cutting through the Maths block, which resulted in me embarrassing myself yet again, because she was on about nipples (makes a change from penis.. she’s always drawing them on my books) and I decided to take the piss by saying “hairy nipple” as we passed the one room, and this class was staring at us. I’m not sure whether it was because of my sudden outburst, or they were generally looking who passed the room.
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I’d like another little rant as well, the year 7’s. I could literally kill them. It would involve putting my hands around their neck, and impersonating Homer strangling Bart. They come to the school walking around like they own the place and insulting the year 11’s who have been there 5 years longer than them, and acting like they know everything.. they “need to grow some pubes” seriously, as I discussed with Walpole today. They tend to feel the need to be wannabe gangsters as well, bowling around, and going. ‘yoooo bluddddd’ and got some of their crappy speed garage music blasting out of their phones.
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Must say I’m rather looking forward to this week being over, and getting a week break off from exams, and get to catch up on some much needed sleep. Only another 3 exams to go before that rest though.
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Don’t worry, I don’t normally whinge this much, I do have positive stuff to say, I just felt like having a little mini rant at little aspects of the day, so yeah. Hopefully should update soon. I really should be doing my English Literature revision at the moment, so I better go and do that.
