First period, I had PE, and I was worried 'cos I left my note at home and I don't have the school jogging bottoms, but we didn't actually DO PE today. We just got sorted into our groups and got our levels from last year and stuff. Afterwards, I was talking about it with one of my friends, Owen, and he was saying how he has basketball next term. I have netball next term. I think that's COMPLETELY sexist. I love basketball, but I hate netball. Basketball is the only sport I like, and it's not on the girl's PE curriculum. Hmph.
Second period, I had French in a class of thirteen. Yes. Thirteen. Most classes are around thirty, but a lot of my classes seem to be especially tiny this year. My French is the smallest so far. I sit between Owen and this guy named Elijah, and then Kelly sits the other side of him. So I kinda like my place there. The only downside is that Owen is right-handed and sits to my left, while I'm left-handed. So our elbows are constantly bumping as we write. So we're probably going to rip each other's throats out by the time Miss gives us new places.
Third period, English. Until the lesson actually started, I thought I was alone in this class. As in, no friends. It didn't bother me much because English is the one class where I don't mind being by myself. For at least five minutes, I was standing outside the classroom completely by myself. My friends down the hall were mocking me. But then people started showing up, and there are couple of girls in my class who (a) don't try and (b) can't be smart enough for top set. Which is what my class is. I'm in top set, with a couple of the dumbest girls in my year. I mean, MOST of the people in the class are smart. But I want to know how those girls got into my English class. ANYWAY, in the end, Sam and Mitch are in the class, so I do have friends with me. The teacher is pretty awesome, but we only have him once a week, and we have a different teacher for the other two lessons this week.
Fourth period, Geography. Somehow, I scraped Top Set for this lesson. Seriously, though, I am so bad at Geography that I should be in Set Five ... the special needs class. I am so terrible. Later on, in History, we had a Geography-like task to do (about WWI), and I managed to label, like, six countries on a map of Europe. I SUCK. But I got in Top Set, so ... yeah. We're studying America.
Fifth period, History. I love my table. A girl with frizzy hair called Hannah sits opposite me, and we get along pretty well. Next to her is Sam, my wonderful, ginger friend since forever. And next to ME is Kelky. His name is Sam, too, so to save confusion, I call him Kelky. It's from his last name. I'm not going to tell you what his last name is, but I call him Kelky because of his last name. Similarly, there's another Sam in most of our classes, and I call Pudde (pronounced Pudd-ee, spelt Pudde because of his last name). Again, it's from his last name, but it's not his last name exactly. ANYWAY. The teacher went through the curriculum this year with us, and it sounds like it's gonna be pretty boring. But I have an interesting table.
We worked it out and I'm with Jess in five classes. Six including tutor/assembly on a Monday. Kelly and I are in eighteen together. And they're the only specific numbers I know.
So far, I'm Set One in every lesson except Maths and PE. For Maths, my teacher last year said I could move up to Top Set if I wanted to, but I chose to stay in Set Two because that's where I'm comfortable. And I suck at PE, so I'm in Girls Class B.
I'm going to go and sleep now. Bai.
Showing posts with label year nine. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 8 September 2010
Monday, 6 September 2010
New. Freaking. Headmistress.
The new head? She's so uptight, she has a pole up her backside. Seriously, guys. I hate her. Can't stand her. She's overdramatic, pathetic, and downright stupid. Also, from the frown she gave us on her pinched, wrinkled face while introducing herself, I doubt she's ever smiled in her life.
She put two of my friends in isolation for an hour and then sent them home because they had their noses pierced and refused to take them out. The thing is, they only got them pierced a couple of weeks ago and you have to keep them in for, like, twelve weeks. So they CAN'T take them out or the hole will close up, and they even run the risk of getting an infection. And their parents didn't pay £20 for nothing. You know what the head said? "Take them out or move schools." W ... T ... F?! So, what, they can't come back to school until they take them out? One of my friends actually took it out and came back to school a couple of hours afterwards, but still.
And a girl in my form, Lottie, she got sent home for MANY reasons, most of which I can understand. Nose piercing, dyed part of her hair bright purple, skirt too short, too many earrings (we're only allowed ONE stud in each ear; Lottie has about six XD), and - get this - black tights. What? That's so stupid. Apparently, we're only allowed to wear skin coloured tights. Even though it never mentioned that in the letter she sent us at the end of last year. Girls in my school wear thick, black tights when winter rolls around and I don't know about anywhere else, but where I live, thick, skin-colour tights don't exist. You can only get the thin ones.
And another of my friends, Mitch, got sent home for wearing trainers and having his shirt untucked. ALL the guys wear trainers and nearly everyone had their shirts untucked. So why should HE suffer for that? I should also point out that at the beginning of the day, another guy in my form was sent to reception to colour in a white design on his trainers (they have to be plain back), and HE didn't get sent home for wearing trainers. But Mitch, who's trainers were completely black, got sent home for it.
IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE.
*sigh*
So, long story short, we all hate her, and we all want to run her out of town and bring our old head back/replace her with someone better.
Sorry, ranting. I'm just really worked up about it.
Other than her, school is alright. I had Maths with the same teacher who taught me in Year Seven, and she's wonderful. Triple Science is with the same teacher I had last year, who is also rather wonderful (nothing special, this one, though. She gets her job done and has a sense of humour). RS is with the same teacher I had last year, and even though it's called Religious Studies, we learn more than just religion (we're learning about Evil and Suffering at the moment). Drama is the worst class on a Monday because I only have two friends and a handful of people I could "get along with" out of twenty-two, and the teacher is somewhat of a perv - but teaching-wise, he's really enthusiastic and gets us going.
We worked it out and, sadly, I only have four classes with my best friend, Jess. However, my timetable is VERY similar to Kelly's, so that's good. I'll probably be blogging every day, if I can find the energy, to tell you about my classes. Unlike America, each day on our timetables are different, so it'll be a new thing each day.
And now, I'm off! See ya.
She put two of my friends in isolation for an hour and then sent them home because they had their noses pierced and refused to take them out. The thing is, they only got them pierced a couple of weeks ago and you have to keep them in for, like, twelve weeks. So they CAN'T take them out or the hole will close up, and they even run the risk of getting an infection. And their parents didn't pay £20 for nothing. You know what the head said? "Take them out or move schools." W ... T ... F?! So, what, they can't come back to school until they take them out? One of my friends actually took it out and came back to school a couple of hours afterwards, but still.
And a girl in my form, Lottie, she got sent home for MANY reasons, most of which I can understand. Nose piercing, dyed part of her hair bright purple, skirt too short, too many earrings (we're only allowed ONE stud in each ear; Lottie has about six XD), and - get this - black tights. What? That's so stupid. Apparently, we're only allowed to wear skin coloured tights. Even though it never mentioned that in the letter she sent us at the end of last year. Girls in my school wear thick, black tights when winter rolls around and I don't know about anywhere else, but where I live, thick, skin-colour tights don't exist. You can only get the thin ones.
And another of my friends, Mitch, got sent home for wearing trainers and having his shirt untucked. ALL the guys wear trainers and nearly everyone had their shirts untucked. So why should HE suffer for that? I should also point out that at the beginning of the day, another guy in my form was sent to reception to colour in a white design on his trainers (they have to be plain back), and HE didn't get sent home for wearing trainers. But Mitch, who's trainers were completely black, got sent home for it.
IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE.
*sigh*
So, long story short, we all hate her, and we all want to run her out of town and bring our old head back/replace her with someone better.
Sorry, ranting. I'm just really worked up about it.
Other than her, school is alright. I had Maths with the same teacher who taught me in Year Seven, and she's wonderful. Triple Science is with the same teacher I had last year, who is also rather wonderful (nothing special, this one, though. She gets her job done and has a sense of humour). RS is with the same teacher I had last year, and even though it's called Religious Studies, we learn more than just religion (we're learning about Evil and Suffering at the moment). Drama is the worst class on a Monday because I only have two friends and a handful of people I could "get along with" out of twenty-two, and the teacher is somewhat of a perv - but teaching-wise, he's really enthusiastic and gets us going.
We worked it out and, sadly, I only have four classes with my best friend, Jess. However, my timetable is VERY similar to Kelly's, so that's good. I'll probably be blogging every day, if I can find the energy, to tell you about my classes. Unlike America, each day on our timetables are different, so it'll be a new thing each day.
And now, I'm off! See ya.
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