It's finally happened. Try as I might to deny its existence (screaming, kicking and throwing tantrums were involved), the first day of school really does exist after all. Not just the first day of any year, it's the first day of our A Level year. The year we being to forget what it's like to be irresponsible and carefree. The year we make our everlasting commitment with lovely stress. The year that we have to push ourselves so hard we forget the names of our loved ones. So forgive me if I'm not jumping around with glee and waving colorful streamers.
We receive our new timetables after assembly. With the exclusion of Chinese and Project Work, we now have a time table that seems for humane for student usage. All lessons end around 2, other than Monday when we have an adorable lesson from three to four thirty known as Cultural Studies. They're so cute in thinking that eighteen year olds would love to bring red packets and make lanterns with it. Oh my! I could hardly contain my excitement when they told us we even have to pay five whole bucks to 'learn from a master'! Oh jolly jolly. Six hours that I would never get back. Thanks so much, school. I feel so sad for all those thousands of students out that would never get the chance to spend Monday evening 'till 4.30 making delightful lanterns. How lucky that we can get to waste time in such a tasteful manner.
Oh, another splendid thing! We now have to sit according to register number in Math lectures! This school really never gives up on new ways to waste time. And the most amazing part of all, I have to sit isolated in another block 'cause that's the allocated seat for number 23. What else do they have to pleasantly surprise me with? I feel like I'm not afraid of anything anymore.
Oh yea. Our physics teacher has changed, and now it's this guy that every one says is half nuts. In a completely bad way. He apparently got rich from suing someone, hounds people for homework like a bloodhound and likes making girls tuck in their shirts till you can see the top of the skirt. Kind of like a straight version of a teacher we know and loved in BP. Can this day get any worse?
At least we still get to keep our Chemistry teacher. I was so worried the entire holidays that we're going to have to switch Chem teachers and have to deal with a completely different styled (no, not talking about hair) teacher. Luckily, we were notorious enough that no other teachers want us, so in a way our notoriety worked to our advantage.
One thing every teacher kept highlighting in those supposedly admin lessons (but we end up having proper lessons anyways) was that this year was going to be unbelievably hectic. They may say it in many different voices, many different threats, and many different ways, but the message is clear.
Hang on tight, 'cause it's gonna be a real bumpy ride.
Happy back to schools, everyone.
We receive our new timetables after assembly. With the exclusion of Chinese and Project Work, we now have a time table that seems for humane for student usage. All lessons end around 2, other than Monday when we have an adorable lesson from three to four thirty known as Cultural Studies. They're so cute in thinking that eighteen year olds would love to bring red packets and make lanterns with it. Oh my! I could hardly contain my excitement when they told us we even have to pay five whole bucks to 'learn from a master'! Oh jolly jolly. Six hours that I would never get back. Thanks so much, school. I feel so sad for all those thousands of students out that would never get the chance to spend Monday evening 'till 4.30 making delightful lanterns. How lucky that we can get to waste time in such a tasteful manner.
Oh, another splendid thing! We now have to sit according to register number in Math lectures! This school really never gives up on new ways to waste time. And the most amazing part of all, I have to sit isolated in another block 'cause that's the allocated seat for number 23. What else do they have to pleasantly surprise me with? I feel like I'm not afraid of anything anymore.
Oh yea. Our physics teacher has changed, and now it's this guy that every one says is half nuts. In a completely bad way. He apparently got rich from suing someone, hounds people for homework like a bloodhound and likes making girls tuck in their shirts till you can see the top of the skirt. Kind of like a straight version of a teacher we know and loved in BP. Can this day get any worse?
At least we still get to keep our Chemistry teacher. I was so worried the entire holidays that we're going to have to switch Chem teachers and have to deal with a completely different styled (no, not talking about hair) teacher. Luckily, we were notorious enough that no other teachers want us, so in a way our notoriety worked to our advantage.
One thing every teacher kept highlighting in those supposedly admin lessons (but we end up having proper lessons anyways) was that this year was going to be unbelievably hectic. They may say it in many different voices, many different threats, and many different ways, but the message is clear.
Hang on tight, 'cause it's gonna be a real bumpy ride.
Happy back to schools, everyone.
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