January 16th, 2009 Rambling Is My Forte!
Straying from the norm, this week has been relatively full. I mean, nothing of major excitement (now, that would be saying something), but compared to most weeks; I would say it’s been pretty eventful.
Monday wasn’t anything particularly riveting, Monday’s seldom are. Apart from the mix of lessons of Chemistry, History, Biology and Psychology nothing really happened. My afternoon consisted of literally hours of Biology revision. Needless to say, it was the most boring thing ever! I know this will come as a shock to quite a few (especially those who like to refer to a certain “Sam Learnin0g Queen” title which I gained during the process of GCSE revision last year), I don’t actually like revision. Well, I don’t mind reading over things which interest me, so History revision, lovely… Psychology revision, brilliant! Chemistry revision - as long as it consists of interesting theory - brilliant… But Biology? I don’t mind the Human aspect of it so much, but I mean pretty much everything can be summed up with “Surface Area to Volume Ratio”, “Fluid-Mosaic Membrane”, “Diffusion”, and “Osmosis”. With plants, it’s even worse - I mean Photosynthesis… I’ve been doing it in School since Year Two; I’m bored of it.
I know, I only have myself to blame for this, as I chose Biology. And yes, I love the subject, but it is pretty mundane!
Tuesday was no more interesting other than we had Biology Coursework. Unlike my previous attempt at Chemistry Coursework, where I kind of went off at a tangent and starting doing a completely different experiment of my own, I actually didn’t manage to properly cock this one up. So I was relatively impressed with myself there.
Then when I got home, more Biology revision! Then, the best television programme returned to my television screen…
C S I!
For those of you in the know, I utterly adore CSI, and even more so than that I’m in love with Gil Grissom. I don’t know what it is, probably the mixture of grey hair, intelligence and enigma - but there’s something. Well, CSI, and Mr. Grissom is back. Although, I know for a fact that Grissom is leaving CSI within the next eight or so episodes; which is incredibly heart-breaking! Speaking of which, the new episode of CSI, wow, amazing! I was very close to having a bit of chin-wobble!
Wednesday, well, that had it’s own blog of it’s own!
Thursday, hmm… Nothing amazing. Well, I found out (kind of), how appalling this piece of work I did for History on Monday was. It was a difficult question, and I think we planned the wrong answer to it. Nevertheless, if I get questioned about it, or something is said, then I’ll just explain that. Generally speaking, I’m quite good at Essay Writing, but that was just an epic fail, flop, and general waste of everyone’s time and energy!
What was very peculiar about Thursday was the immense feeling of sleepiness that came over me. I mean, I ensure I’m asleep at a certain time, and when it comes to my sleeping routines I have them planned and working so that I don’t feel extremely tired. However, I do know what came about me. I was sitting in Chemistry, and we’re now doing interesting Chemistry - the Physics aspect of it, which I love! - and I just sat there, slowly nodding off.
Thankfully, I didn’t fall asleep. I daren’t think about the consequences of doing that, or even the numerous references to me sleeping in class which would follow over the rest of the year. Chemistry teachers have an odd sense of humour like that.
Today?
Ahh, what a day. I mean, it went from bad, to progressively worse, to really bad; and it’s now sitting at about “alright”. Once again, I feel like I’m a zombie. I’m sleeping, and I don’t feel stressed or anything, but I feel so worn out. And no, I’m not ill, because I don’t feel the onset of a cold, or anything horrible like that.
This morning was fine until I wasn’t the only person awake. I don’t know what came over me, but I told my Mum her fortune. I suppose it had been coming for a while, and it was a rather restrained telling off at her. I don’t dare to go into details, but I think I finally realised where some priorities lay; and even more than that, I’ve come to realise how much of a fool I must appear to be.
School in general was alright. Chemistry was interesting, as always. Then I had a free period, where all hopes for a bit of last-minute Psychology revision desperately failed. There’s something about sitting around in the Common Room, which I just cannot do. I mean, whenever I am in there, all I want to do is walk around. The thing is, there are only so many times in a given hour where I can go on trips to my locker, or something.
Then came Psychology. We had been pre-warned about a Psychology Mock exam; and to be honest, I haven’t made any effort whatsoever, to revise. Apart from anything else, I’ve had to prioritise; and even though I had finished my AS exams by Wednesday, there’s only so much revision that can be done over an amount of time. I’ve been revising since Christmas for Chemistry, and frantically revising for Biology trying to cover the whole module in about four days! So I decided to not bother. Thankfully, we were given the first hour of the double to revision, which allowed for me to read over the studies which I’m a little patchy on.
Then came the exam; I was to be honest expecting it to be relatively hard. I mean, it really wasn’t testing much, other than basic recall of a few aspects of a handful of the studies. Needless to say, I thought I did relatively well. I finished all the questions, within the time limit, and avoided rambling wherever possible (not as easy as it sounds!). So then not my Psychology teacher as such, but how can I say it? Erm, the crazy one (please forgive me, I have no other idea of how to make it at least slightly obvious about who I am talking about without referring to names, which I don’t do!), well she asked me if she wanted me to check over my work. She had already gone around the room and complained to a few people, and even hinted at the answers to some things (I mean, what is the point of the exam conditions?). Anyway, she made no comment on my knowledge other than “It appears to be okay.” But she literally spent about ten minutes talking to me about time wasting with my handwriting!
Now, I admit, not the best in the world. I however, like it. I can’t change it, otherwise it’ll be illegible, and it works for me. It’s also worked with every other teacher, subject, department and exam I have ever taken, or been in. So the problem? Well, apparently I’m wasting time with the circles I “dot” my “I”’s with (no I don’t, it’s a natural thing for me to do, and takes less than a second to do), and apparently I’m going to loose between one and two percent on every exam I take because of my handwriting, because it’s annoying the examiner.
Now, I could understand this point had I been in a handwriting test, or say if actually like some people’s handwriting, it is completely illegible. I mean, some people’s handwriting is literally like hieroglyphics, or like a new language onto itself. I could understand if say I had been pulled up on it during the GCSE’s by my English teacher, or any one of my teachers for that instance… You know, I could handle it if more people had said to me before. The fact is, she had a massive fit about my handwriting, picking at it, and making a massive fuss, when I’m not taking Psychology to have my handwriting evaluated… Especially not by her. I mean, if you’re going to complain about handwriting, at least have perfect handwriting yourself, eh?
I was actually infuriated! Words could not describe how angry I was. I mean, I didn’t just waste an hour of my life answering a page of questions just for the sake of it; and even so, it’s not as if I can’t actually spell, or made huge grammatical errors. I know I’m not perfect, my handwriting isn’t perfect, my grammar isn’t perfect, my spelling and the order of my ideas is not perfect either; but I mean when you’re looking at an exam, and seeing what knowledge a person holds on a particular subject, you don’t just go and find a miniscule thing such as the circles above my “I”’s something to pull me down on! What’s worse, is that she wouldn’t even listen to the fact that if I were to change my handwriting or adapt it to suit her needs, it would take me longer to write!
I can see her getting a ramble and a rant if this happens again; which thankfully she said it wouldn’t. “Samantha, I’m only going to tell you this once; but it’s your choice if you follow my advice or not.” - Hmm, sure, thanks Miss; but really? If I’ve just done an exam in the subject in which you teach, at least give me feedback on that first, and prioritise the feedback to some level importance. Handwriting not being on the top of that list of importance.
Then I had Prefect Duty. I swear, little kids, they need a good kick. I don’t know how any teacher could handle them; I mean, they’re brats! I’m sure I was once one of those brats, and I certainly recall a number of times where I myself did everything in my power to ensure that the Prefects were by-passed as much as possible. But, it’s because I once used to be that horrible thing I used to be, that I now know all of the tricks that the children try to pull over on me. The thing is, they think I’m a walking idiot or something; because they do the same thing every week, thinking it’ll work. Like walking in the opposite direction, or pretending that they don’t hear me… Or the new one which all the girls do in the toilets, which is to rush into the cubicles as soon as I go in. I mean, they must think that I have just fallen off of the nearest Christmas tree or something!
Children… Who would have them eh?
Last lesson was History. I’m quite excited, we start on Stalin next week; and although I know nothing about him, or Russia for that instance, I know that it’s bloody interesting stuff. I’m contemplating reading the first chapter of my textbook already for it; then I think about the odd Russian names I’m going to have to try and pronouce and recall, and it puts me off. The thing is, I don’t want to appear like I actually don’t know anything… Because I remember doing something on Russia towards the end of Year Nine History… Now that was three years ago; and I wasn’t always listening even at the best of times then.
When I came home, things reached a new worse. It wasn’t even anything to do with my yelling at my Mum previously, it was some complete idiot who appeared on MSN and decided to inform me that “NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR LIFE!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!” - Fair enough, no one may care about my life, I really couldn’t care less. But what angered me was the sheer lack of any logic in the arugment I was confronted with. Despite this person apparently lacking any interest in myself whatsoever (and being annoyed at my Blogs appearing on their Facebook Updates), they began to describe my life to me. I mean, what on earth are you doing? If you’re going to start an argument about not liking to hear about me, and not caring about me, my life, and think that me Blogging is a waste of time and that no one cares, why then proceed to read them? I mean, it cannot honestly be a waste of time, and a lack of interest if you read them, can it? It’s not as if anyone is obliged to read them, not like a piece of text for English or something… No.
Worse still, this person (whom I shan’t name), then began to sink to the lows of a fourteen year old. No I really don’t want your “dick”; and no I really don’t need to be told what I’ve had shouted at me, since way before I started High School. No I don’t particularly care about the pathetic name you have given yourself, trying to pretend that you’re anything other than you are.
People, these days!
Ending on a lighter note, I promised Jemma; who sadly left the Sixth Form this week (only to return next year hopefully), that as she didn’t get to see the wonderful Spoon that Violet so kindly gave to me that I would post a picture or two. So here goes:
And the words of Shakespeare…
Brilliant!
Anyway, I have a three day weekend to enjoy; along with Camille’s birthday, and hopefully a day-trip to somewhere!
Thanks,
Samantha.
(http://www.thesamantha.co.nr)
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