Matt and I try to outpun each other and this has nothing to do with my post.
Mood fine.
Wearing my REM tee, my new faded black Levi 544s and 2 pairs of trainer socks as well as my cool Ted Baker beanie hat.
Eating/Drinking Tropicana smooth
Hearing Nada Surf - Inside of Love.
Dreamt about nowt.
Currently reading A Beautiful Mind – Sylvia Nasar.
Present MSN name Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
Talking to Matt.
Last text from Bone
Word of the Day Ham
Okay, so I lied a little. This is still going to be an ‘if-and-when’ blog. Either way, I had a roughly horrible week. So, my week, as all weeks do, started on Monday (I think that the people who say it starts on a Sunday is a liar, and any other day other than those two is potentially fatally mad).
Even so, Monday was tense, just because Monday Week B tends to be that way inclined. There is no highlight to the day. In fact, Week B is dire anyway.Despite such an awful start, I survived the day and made it onto Tuesday, which was substantially better. Firstly, we start with study period, in which, unless I have a piece of h/k to do, I usually e-mail Boney. Then, we have tutor period, where Spear and I bitch about Ms Seago, just because she’s crap. Then, after break, we have the best double period with Dilly, who, I swear, is a Godsend. Then after, we get the Cunning Ham. God bless pork.
Wednesday was the clincher, however. Greeny had told me to come in after school, which was fine, seeing as I’d be in school anyway, because Buddy Reading enrichment had collapsed, so we had to find something else to do. I chose In-Class Support, and because there were no English teachers around on Tuesday, I had to ask Dilly and The Ham. Dilly turned me down, but The Ham was happy to oblige, which was essentially great.Anyhoo… Wednesday wasn’t fun to start off with. Double Chem with Hilly for periods 1 & 2, but Hilly was skiving again, which is just as well, really, because I’m not happy with him atm.We had Moleneux, whom surprisingly was okay, since I’ve heard that he’s more or less a bastard.
Anyway, after that was the dreaded House lesson. I won’t even call her Hugh, because Hugh Laurie is genius and House is no more than a wannabe-average teacher. I’d spent ages on Tuesday night, the night before, to do this essay for her. I was stressed, uptight, upset and angry. Tuesday night wasn’t good. I also had to do this thingy for Greeny in prep for our chat on Wednesday.
Here we go. Tuesday night… I get to work on my House essay, then give up after about halfway so I can get to work on Greeny’s thing. Now, I cannot take full credit for all my ideas on my Iago thingy. But, as Greeny is a bit of a twat and gave us the assignment to do some sort of practise coursework essay using crappy essay titles which turned out to be the basis for our actual coursework… after he promised more or less that he’d get us essay titles which we were interested in and suited us. He didn’t, and it took a meeting for some advice from Gingey (bless her) in my study-leave as to how to approach my English lesson/teacher predicaments and some bluffing to Greeny to get my essay title changed. Though, the catch was that I more-or-less had to do it myself, and bring my results to him on the Wednesday.I could go on and on about my findings about Iago’s character, but I am tired and I don’t want to bore you any further than I have already.But the basic gist of it is that I do not care about Iago’s motivations since they are so vague and pointless and over-done that it is, frankly, a boring topic. However, what were Iago’s original plans? If we can guess at Iago’s motivations, then surely we can predict from them his plans? In most of his motives, from the end results, can we see if he actually got what he would have supposedly wanted? In most cases, no. And this is interested. So roughly enough, I am exploring this.
But I digress, I walked over at dinner to LCS from Derby Moor and sat in the common room for a bit, then staked out D22, waiting for the Ginge. That was reasonably funny, because there were numerous small Littleoverians who said, ‘Miss….’ and then trailed off when I cleared at them and snapped, ‘Sixth former!’ mainly just because I could, and I have to say, at the time I wasn’t in a fantastic mood.
Eventually Gingey turned up and was a little confusing, because she talked to me, then wanderer into her room and so I figured the conversation was over. Though, apparently not, because when I got to the common room and sat down amongst thm small herds of gently grazing fellow sixth formers, Gingey came in in her really un-subtle way and talks to me really loudly, which got everyone to shut up, mostly. This, I tell you, was slightly embarrassing.
Anyhoo, after this, I went to B12 where The Ham told me to meet him for this in-class thingy. When I got there, Mr Pollard (possibly the most boring man in the world, second only to Terry Perry Berry) – deffo a Physics thing, methinks – was there.People wandered into B12 and B11 and The Ham was not get there. Then, Dilly strolled up to me and asked, ‘Are you waiting for me?’ to which Ellie thinks I went weak at the knees and squeak a ‘…yes!’ Which, I asure you, I didn’t. I said, ‘No, sir. I’m waiting for the Mr Cunning Ham.’ I don’t think he heard the extra capital letter and the space, so I was okay.
Either way, he said, ‘But I’m in here next.’ And we both peered into B12 and Mr Pollard just told him he wasn’t, and in a beautiful moment, Dilly and I turned at exactly the same time and looked at each other in a comical way. A ho ho ho ho way. Not a corny romance movie. Go away Ellie. Dilly walked in, double checked. Walked out, wandered up the corridor, then walked back again, gave me some sort of shoulder tap thingy and told me he was cracking up, and he was sorry. Then he walked off again and left me all, ‘Whuh?’
Anyhoo, then The Ham came along and asked me why I was loitering about B12. I told him that it was because that was where he told me he’d meet me. He then said, ‘Did I? Oh, oh well. Never mind. I lied. We’re in B11.' I sniggered a little.
We walked in; I stood by the door and he went to start the lesson. Everyone was sitting waiting for him, albeit, not in silence.But the row near me all just stared at me and one girl asked in this incredibly funny [see: jealous] way, ‘Who’s she?!’ And then The Ham acquired my live forever, ‘This is Miss Brown. She is one of my Year 12 students and you will respect her.’ He also went on to tell them that he thought I was cleverer than him in some ways. It was at this point where I thought about primping this and where I decided I loved him.
Later on in the lesson when I was doing my rounds, the same girl who asked who I was decided to ask me about myself and I told her. She asked me a normal question… and I couldn’t resist some hoity-toit. She asked me what my name was, and so I told her. So she asked me if she could call me by my first name and thus, I retorted back, ‘No, you will call me Miss Brown.’I found this amusing. I don’t think she did though.
Then I wandered off after the lesson, after The Ham and I had a little heart-to-heart where he treated me more like a colleague than anything else and I was surprised by his frankness, because I thought he liked all his students. But he admitted to me that he only teaches the kids in that class because he gets paid to and he has little time for those who don’t care, which I figure is fair play.
So I went to see Greeny who had little time for me, and a guy from Wednesday youthy came running up to me and hugged me and told me he missed me and he wanted to see me back there. Greeny looked uncomfortable, but that was to be expected in the circumstances, I s’pose. Anyhoo, I gave him my potential title and notes for my essay and he wandered off and told me he’d speak to me in the lesson the next day, of which he did not until I cornered him and he fed me a line of bullshit and he lost me respect again. Seeing as he mocked a couple of my ideas, despite saying the previous night that they were interesting. I was not best pleased.
When all was said and done, I went home and Thursday came. Nowt much happened, for exception of coffee out at Nero with Fishy, which was fun. We’ll have to do it again.
And I’m very much dead now, so I’ll tell you about my first day of work another time.
However, I must add that I love Emma Thompson. I watched Much Ado About Nothing and although the movie was deffo in the region of dire... KB and ET were fabbo it it. I love Benedick and Beatrice. They, played by KB and ET were the film’s only saving graces. They are so witty and they have fab chemistry. It's just a pity that KB is a basically a cheating scum bastard.
Wearing my REM tee, my new faded black Levi 544s and 2 pairs of trainer socks as well as my cool Ted Baker beanie hat.
Eating/Drinking Tropicana smooth
Hearing Nada Surf - Inside of Love.
Dreamt about nowt.
Currently reading A Beautiful Mind – Sylvia Nasar.
Present MSN name Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
Talking to Matt.
Last text from Bone
Word of the Day Ham
Okay, so I lied a little. This is still going to be an ‘if-and-when’ blog. Either way, I had a roughly horrible week. So, my week, as all weeks do, started on Monday (I think that the people who say it starts on a Sunday is a liar, and any other day other than those two is potentially fatally mad).
Even so, Monday was tense, just because Monday Week B tends to be that way inclined. There is no highlight to the day. In fact, Week B is dire anyway.Despite such an awful start, I survived the day and made it onto Tuesday, which was substantially better. Firstly, we start with study period, in which, unless I have a piece of h/k to do, I usually e-mail Boney. Then, we have tutor period, where Spear and I bitch about Ms Seago, just because she’s crap. Then, after break, we have the best double period with Dilly, who, I swear, is a Godsend. Then after, we get the Cunning Ham. God bless pork.
Wednesday was the clincher, however. Greeny had told me to come in after school, which was fine, seeing as I’d be in school anyway, because Buddy Reading enrichment had collapsed, so we had to find something else to do. I chose In-Class Support, and because there were no English teachers around on Tuesday, I had to ask Dilly and The Ham. Dilly turned me down, but The Ham was happy to oblige, which was essentially great.Anyhoo… Wednesday wasn’t fun to start off with. Double Chem with Hilly for periods 1 & 2, but Hilly was skiving again, which is just as well, really, because I’m not happy with him atm.We had Moleneux, whom surprisingly was okay, since I’ve heard that he’s more or less a bastard.
Anyway, after that was the dreaded House lesson. I won’t even call her Hugh, because Hugh Laurie is genius and House is no more than a wannabe-average teacher. I’d spent ages on Tuesday night, the night before, to do this essay for her. I was stressed, uptight, upset and angry. Tuesday night wasn’t good. I also had to do this thingy for Greeny in prep for our chat on Wednesday.
Here we go. Tuesday night… I get to work on my House essay, then give up after about halfway so I can get to work on Greeny’s thing. Now, I cannot take full credit for all my ideas on my Iago thingy. But, as Greeny is a bit of a twat and gave us the assignment to do some sort of practise coursework essay using crappy essay titles which turned out to be the basis for our actual coursework… after he promised more or less that he’d get us essay titles which we were interested in and suited us. He didn’t, and it took a meeting for some advice from Gingey (bless her) in my study-leave as to how to approach my English lesson/teacher predicaments and some bluffing to Greeny to get my essay title changed. Though, the catch was that I more-or-less had to do it myself, and bring my results to him on the Wednesday.I could go on and on about my findings about Iago’s character, but I am tired and I don’t want to bore you any further than I have already.But the basic gist of it is that I do not care about Iago’s motivations since they are so vague and pointless and over-done that it is, frankly, a boring topic. However, what were Iago’s original plans? If we can guess at Iago’s motivations, then surely we can predict from them his plans? In most of his motives, from the end results, can we see if he actually got what he would have supposedly wanted? In most cases, no. And this is interested. So roughly enough, I am exploring this.
But I digress, I walked over at dinner to LCS from Derby Moor and sat in the common room for a bit, then staked out D22, waiting for the Ginge. That was reasonably funny, because there were numerous small Littleoverians who said, ‘Miss….’ and then trailed off when I cleared at them and snapped, ‘Sixth former!’ mainly just because I could, and I have to say, at the time I wasn’t in a fantastic mood.
Eventually Gingey turned up and was a little confusing, because she talked to me, then wanderer into her room and so I figured the conversation was over. Though, apparently not, because when I got to the common room and sat down amongst thm small herds of gently grazing fellow sixth formers, Gingey came in in her really un-subtle way and talks to me really loudly, which got everyone to shut up, mostly. This, I tell you, was slightly embarrassing.
Anyhoo, after this, I went to B12 where The Ham told me to meet him for this in-class thingy. When I got there, Mr Pollard (possibly the most boring man in the world, second only to Terry Perry Berry) – deffo a Physics thing, methinks – was there.People wandered into B12 and B11 and The Ham was not get there. Then, Dilly strolled up to me and asked, ‘Are you waiting for me?’ to which Ellie thinks I went weak at the knees and squeak a ‘…yes!’ Which, I asure you, I didn’t. I said, ‘No, sir. I’m waiting for the Mr Cunning Ham.’ I don’t think he heard the extra capital letter and the space, so I was okay.
Either way, he said, ‘But I’m in here next.’ And we both peered into B12 and Mr Pollard just told him he wasn’t, and in a beautiful moment, Dilly and I turned at exactly the same time and looked at each other in a comical way. A ho ho ho ho way. Not a corny romance movie. Go away Ellie. Dilly walked in, double checked. Walked out, wandered up the corridor, then walked back again, gave me some sort of shoulder tap thingy and told me he was cracking up, and he was sorry. Then he walked off again and left me all, ‘Whuh?’
Anyhoo, then The Ham came along and asked me why I was loitering about B12. I told him that it was because that was where he told me he’d meet me. He then said, ‘Did I? Oh, oh well. Never mind. I lied. We’re in B11.' I sniggered a little.
We walked in; I stood by the door and he went to start the lesson. Everyone was sitting waiting for him, albeit, not in silence.But the row near me all just stared at me and one girl asked in this incredibly funny [see: jealous] way, ‘Who’s she?!’ And then The Ham acquired my live forever, ‘This is Miss Brown. She is one of my Year 12 students and you will respect her.’ He also went on to tell them that he thought I was cleverer than him in some ways. It was at this point where I thought about primping this and where I decided I loved him.
Later on in the lesson when I was doing my rounds, the same girl who asked who I was decided to ask me about myself and I told her. She asked me a normal question… and I couldn’t resist some hoity-toit. She asked me what my name was, and so I told her. So she asked me if she could call me by my first name and thus, I retorted back, ‘No, you will call me Miss Brown.’I found this amusing. I don’t think she did though.
Then I wandered off after the lesson, after The Ham and I had a little heart-to-heart where he treated me more like a colleague than anything else and I was surprised by his frankness, because I thought he liked all his students. But he admitted to me that he only teaches the kids in that class because he gets paid to and he has little time for those who don’t care, which I figure is fair play.
So I went to see Greeny who had little time for me, and a guy from Wednesday youthy came running up to me and hugged me and told me he missed me and he wanted to see me back there. Greeny looked uncomfortable, but that was to be expected in the circumstances, I s’pose. Anyhoo, I gave him my potential title and notes for my essay and he wandered off and told me he’d speak to me in the lesson the next day, of which he did not until I cornered him and he fed me a line of bullshit and he lost me respect again. Seeing as he mocked a couple of my ideas, despite saying the previous night that they were interesting. I was not best pleased.
When all was said and done, I went home and Thursday came. Nowt much happened, for exception of coffee out at Nero with Fishy, which was fun. We’ll have to do it again.
And I’m very much dead now, so I’ll tell you about my first day of work another time.
However, I must add that I love Emma Thompson. I watched Much Ado About Nothing and although the movie was deffo in the region of dire... KB and ET were fabbo it it. I love Benedick and Beatrice. They, played by KB and ET were the film’s only saving graces. They are so witty and they have fab chemistry. It's just a pity that KB is a basically a cheating scum bastard.
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