teachers and a bit of self-pity: my newest blog

greetings boys and girls of bloggerland!

i've deliberatly held off blogging lately so i can keep these nice and long. short posts don't appeal to me anymore so i thought i'd lead the new frontier and keep posts long.

so 'whats been a-happening?' i hear you ask. well in answer to your question, not much exciting but enough to write about for a while.

first off you'll be happy to know that that ignorent little chavling got his commupance. ha. serves him right! little turdbag...

aparently there was at least one competant teacher in the room because he got detention and is now being removed from the room. HA! JUSTICE! it just goes to show. don't invade the bubble.

hmm, what else...

Drama exam yesterday. went well i guess, next lesson we get to watch the recording which isn't too great. i hate watching myself-especially on film. guh. i know i should get used to it, but i never think my voice is as loud and prepubescently squeaky as it seems on camera.

in liu of one of my friends (s), i have been compelled to complain about a teacher. it's probobly the pregnancy hormones but she is evil.
my reasons for thinking this? well...

1. her classroom is never less then 50 degrees. i don't think she can survive in colder temperatures as i have NEVER seen her out of her classroom. it's like being in a hawaiian heatwave up there.
2. she lives (and works) is the highest room in the tallest tower. really. the very very top of the school, highest room. tad suspicious if you ask me...
3. she repeats the same two phrases over and over when she's fustrated. she's like a malfunctioning robot! ('excuuse me!.... folks!....folks!....excuuuuuse me!...)
4. she snaps at people over email but never in person. she's nice as pie infront of other people but when you're on your own...alone and vunerable...she strikes and hurls e-abuse at you.
5. i thought i saw a green scale once...on her arm...

the only good thing about her is that she is going to be teaching me japanese next year, so i guess i can conveniently forget about the scales...for now...

speaking of scary teachers, there's one who freaks me out so badly i want to stick a tomato up his nose. (don't ask me why, i just do).

he has only three expressions:

• bored
• slightly more bored
• even more bored

he. scares. me.

he lurks around this one corridor, staring blankly at every student. his eyes follow you everywhere. you never see him move more then 5 metres at once. he travells around the school by morphing through the walls. you can tell he's close by because all of the joy gets sucked out of the room. he's like a joy hoover.

S ran right into him yesterday and his expression did not cahnge. he just stared. waited. and continues walking slowly away.

S looked like he was scarred for life.

anyway, i'm not here to hurl abuse at people i know, even though i do it a lot...

i sat here right now eating some pocky (or mikado for anyone who doesn't know that's their proper name), reading fanfiction, listening to the harry potter theme tune (remix!), and attempting to do my physics coursework. i feel like the biggest nerd in the world. but that's good because i'm feeling happy.

if i've learned nothing else in my life, i have learned the importance of happiness.

all around me are people rushing around, panicking over GCSE's and a-levels, getting into a right old tiz. i however have realised that i'd rather be happy then work myself to death for a load of results i would have gotten even if i hadn't revised. sure i may read through my notes the night before, but most GCSEs are about skills-and these you cannot revise.

so chill. focus on happiness. a possitive attitude does wonders. even if it's hard to be possitive, just fake it, one day you can even convince yourself that you're happy. i distinctly remember recalling GreenPanda saying i have a horrible life. yup. there are times i think that, but i realise that compared to a lot of people i have a great life. especially since all i can complain about today are a few teachers and a brainless monkey-chav-hampster hybrid. i do think myself a selfish person, there are so many third-world kids that would love to have a life like mine where, lets face it, i've been quite privilaged. then lets look at me who has so much, takes it for granted, and would die if it meant i could be someone else.

i didn't mean to turn this post in to a self-pity fest but it's happened so i'll abstain from depressing posts for the next few days (if i decide to write again).

till next time,

mata ne!