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tammaiyaQuick update.
It is late, I am tired. History essay was PAIN, but it is now over. I had to translate a Scottish quote. I thought everyone understood Scottish ANYWAY? Ah, well. Hopefully essay is completed to Mrs Garden's satisfaction. I will CRY if I don't do well.
I hate ze children. Spent a period and a half being harrassed by truly moronic year 10s who seem to have nothing better to do than insult me and my friends. Among them were the girls who used to bully me when I was in year 4 and they were in year 3 (Stephanie and Brianna). *sigh* However, older, wiser and more mature as I am, they didn't really get to me. They just annoyed me, and prevented me from getting any BLOODY WORK DONE WHEN I NEED TO.
Quote to illustrate their stupidity?
"I'm sorry, we don't understand what you're saying. Could you not use such long words?"
Not only is this OBVIOUS evidence of their lack of brain cells... they were insulting me, and they expected me to CARE whether or not their tiny minds could comprehend my larger intelligence? *snorts* Not bloody likely! [/outraged arrogance]
Have lost SECOND $180 graphic calculator, except it wasn't even my fault this time. Life hates me.
Haven't edited Victoria's essay like I promised because I needed to fix mine, and I'm now too tired to make an intelligent contribution. Maybe I should take Mr Weigall up on his offer?
I'm firmly convinced that I am Very Very Screwed when it comes to Testing Week. Despite all my study. Am SO dead. This was further driven home by the practice stuff we were doing in various classes. Is there any suitably creative way for me to kill myself before next week? I just don't want to go through this. I'm STUFFED. And I'm usually depressed anyway, and my life (quite sadly) revolves around my schoolmarks, so this will kill me anyway in the long run. Argh.
Dad is going into hospital tomorr- today. At 7.
Ceilidh said I can catch the coach up to Sydney and stay with her any weekend in the holidays if I like, including my birthday if I have no plans with my friends. I might take her up on that. (Not necessarily on my birthday. Eh, you know what I mean.)
The only salvagable part of my day was when I got my maths test back. *sighs again*
It is late, I am tired. History essay was PAIN, but it is now over. I had to translate a Scottish quote. I thought everyone understood Scottish ANYWAY? Ah, well. Hopefully essay is completed to Mrs Garden's satisfaction. I will CRY if I don't do well.
I hate ze children. Spent a period and a half being harrassed by truly moronic year 10s who seem to have nothing better to do than insult me and my friends. Among them were the girls who used to bully me when I was in year 4 and they were in year 3 (Stephanie and Brianna). *sigh* However, older, wiser and more mature as I am, they didn't really get to me. They just annoyed me, and prevented me from getting any BLOODY WORK DONE WHEN I NEED TO.
Quote to illustrate their stupidity?
"I'm sorry, we don't understand what you're saying. Could you not use such long words?"
Not only is this OBVIOUS evidence of their lack of brain cells... they were insulting me, and they expected me to CARE whether or not their tiny minds could comprehend my larger intelligence? *snorts* Not bloody likely! [/outraged arrogance]
Have lost SECOND $180 graphic calculator, except it wasn't even my fault this time. Life hates me.
Haven't edited Victoria's essay like I promised because I needed to fix mine, and I'm now too tired to make an intelligent contribution. Maybe I should take Mr Weigall up on his offer?
I'm firmly convinced that I am Very Very Screwed when it comes to Testing Week. Despite all my study. Am SO dead. This was further driven home by the practice stuff we were doing in various classes. Is there any suitably creative way for me to kill myself before next week? I just don't want to go through this. I'm STUFFED. And I'm usually depressed anyway, and my life (quite sadly) revolves around my schoolmarks, so this will kill me anyway in the long run. Argh.
Dad is going into hospital tomorr- today. At 7.
Ceilidh said I can catch the coach up to Sydney and stay with her any weekend in the holidays if I like, including my birthday if I have no plans with my friends. I might take her up on that. (Not necessarily on my birthday. Eh, you know what I mean.)
The only salvagable part of my day was when I got my maths test back. *sighs again*
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Date: 2003-11-11 09:36 pm (UTC)Graphic calculators were made to be lost. They do it on purpose.
I looked all "OMG *hyperventilate*" at the $180 and then I remembered that there's a currency difference. (Though I'm not sure what it is.) I'm sure I know freakay kids with graphic calculators that cost well over $100 US though. Hopefully they never lose anything ever.
Poor poor Celestina. Do you ever have good days?
*psychically shares happy sleepy feeling*
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Date: 2003-11-12 05:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-12 05:05 am (UTC)...er.