Student elections are in full swing at college at the moment. Ar, the elections. The time where potential dictators step onto the stage, pledge their case, and then make way for the next tyrant. Usually this process would be fairly dignified and honourable, and would show leadership and self discipline. This isn't always the case!
If you want to win at this college you either need to sing an embarrassing and humiliating song, preferably with an odd and almost seizure-like dance, or take your clothes off.
Friday, 27 March 2009
A Troubled Teen
Eurgh. Being a teenager is so tedious. Perhaps one day I'll wake up WITHOUT having a face like a toffee crisp.
Charity
Charity - Why does there always have to be a catch? Monday afternoon - A girl in my English class asks me to sponsor her and her youth club in a fundraising game of bowling. She asks me to pledge money per pin she knocks down.
Right. Realistically she's not going to get a strike every time, is she? So i decided to pledge 2p per pin she knocked down. I thought this was a pretty reasonable and intelligent price. Wrong. What she didn't tell me was that her youth club loves a good ol' game of bowling and played 5 whole games. I now owe this corrupt charity and youth club £8.
Right. Realistically she's not going to get a strike every time, is she? So i decided to pledge 2p per pin she knocked down. I thought this was a pretty reasonable and intelligent price. Wrong. What she didn't tell me was that her youth club loves a good ol' game of bowling and played 5 whole games. I now owe this corrupt charity and youth club £8.
Wednesday, 18 March 2009
Parents Evening
Monday morning - Back to college. Parents evening tonight. I'm not going to beat around the bush here; I'm not a fan. Basically what it involves each year is the same standard procedure which as as follows:
1 - The Build Up
You've got the drive to college, with your parents continuously asking, "So what can we expect to here?" This stage is one of the worst because occasionally your eyes will flash and you'll have a premonition of being sat in a chair sweating buckets whilst being absolutely pounded [ verbally ] by a teacher.
2 - The Walk
Next you've got the walk to the classroom. This stage involves clutching a sheet with your interview times on it, with your eyes darting around in your head, family lagging behind and one of them saying, "What's the rush?"
3 - The Chair of Destiny
You take your seat on the chair of destiny, parents and teacher exchange an awkward handshake, and you all sit down.
1 - The Build Up
You've got the drive to college, with your parents continuously asking, "So what can we expect to here?" This stage is one of the worst because occasionally your eyes will flash and you'll have a premonition of being sat in a chair sweating buckets whilst being absolutely pounded [ verbally ] by a teacher.
2 - The Walk
Next you've got the walk to the classroom. This stage involves clutching a sheet with your interview times on it, with your eyes darting around in your head, family lagging behind and one of them saying, "What's the rush?"
3 - The Chair of Destiny
You take your seat on the chair of destiny, parents and teacher exchange an awkward handshake, and you all sit down.
Thursday, 12 March 2009
Results Day
Exam results day. March 12th 2009. The day where my cosy bubble of happiness gets popped by a needle shaped in the form of a large court Judges finger shouting, "You got a D in your Law exam!? Pah!". How could i have gotten a D? Did i even spell my name right?
It's Friday 13th tomorrow, along with Red Nose Day. Brilliant. What a great combination. Supposedly one of the funnest days of the year combined with one of the unluckiest.
The plan was to parade around college with an afro wig on my head, ( Where else would it go? ) but I'm not really in the mood for that anymore. I think I'll stay at home listening to some ridiculous Coldplay song, whilst at the same time throwing darts at an AQA Poster, the name of the exam board that set that Law test.
It's Friday 13th tomorrow, along with Red Nose Day. Brilliant. What a great combination. Supposedly one of the funnest days of the year combined with one of the unluckiest.
The plan was to parade around college with an afro wig on my head, ( Where else would it go? ) but I'm not really in the mood for that anymore. I think I'll stay at home listening to some ridiculous Coldplay song, whilst at the same time throwing darts at an AQA Poster, the name of the exam board that set that Law test.
The Ferrari of Camberley
It's Thursday morning and I'm sat in The Dell at college.
For those who don't know, The Dell is essentially a dungeon of computer wires and sweaty teenagers that sit down hiding from the fact that they should be doing work in an overly-stuffy environment. I've been sat here for about 40 minutes hoping I might actually slip into a deep sleep and wake up in 40 minutes time, just as break kicks off.
Once I've got break out of the way, I can go to my English lesson, learn about a fellow called John Clare and go home on the bus.
Yes, the bus. The Ferrari of Camberley town centre. Usually the bus journey home is fairly standard. You've got the young kids, the mums with struggling to control the young kids, and the older people tutting and shaking their head at the young kids.
Anyway, that's the sort of commotion that comes with the Camberley bus line. At this point I could say the journey is "not for the faint hearted", but from the seeing the sort of people I have get on the bus in the past, that's not true.
So that's my Thursday in a nutshell. It's nearing 10am now. John Clare - Here I come!
For those who don't know, The Dell is essentially a dungeon of computer wires and sweaty teenagers that sit down hiding from the fact that they should be doing work in an overly-stuffy environment. I've been sat here for about 40 minutes hoping I might actually slip into a deep sleep and wake up in 40 minutes time, just as break kicks off.
Once I've got break out of the way, I can go to my English lesson, learn about a fellow called John Clare and go home on the bus.
Yes, the bus. The Ferrari of Camberley town centre. Usually the bus journey home is fairly standard. You've got the young kids, the mums with struggling to control the young kids, and the older people tutting and shaking their head at the young kids.
Anyway, that's the sort of commotion that comes with the Camberley bus line. At this point I could say the journey is "not for the faint hearted", but from the seeing the sort of people I have get on the bus in the past, that's not true.
So that's my Thursday in a nutshell. It's nearing 10am now. John Clare - Here I come!
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