School...! crap!

The fugly see-through shirt mum got me for 6th form serves for one purpose and one purpose only.

Cosplay.

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School. That ...most wonderful of places is looming ever closer, and my days of manga making, watching pokemon movies and doing nothing particularly important, yet extremely fun with the best people in the world are slowly drawing to a close.

Shit.

Where the hell did summer go!?

I remember... prom, karaoke, camping, the cruise, seeing the hangover, seeing orphan, and then a sort of mish-mash of hide and seek, trampoline, orange-milk and mario kart. Oh, and Alton Towers and pokemon movies.

But why did it go so quickly!? whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!

Thinking about it, I wouldn't change anything about this summer. It's been the best summer ever...!!

...Until Thursday.

As many of you may know, Thursday 27th August 2009 was GCSE results day.

My results... we fine. Ok. good... really good, perhaps. But I'm pretty dissapointed. 

I keep getting calls from my relatives saying;

"well done!!! you got AMAZING results!"

I'm not meaning to sound hard done by, I accept they were pretty good, but they weren't amazing. Straight As is amazing.

I got 6 Bs, 2As, 2 Cs... and then latin.

Lingua Latina. 

D.

Ouch. 

I love latin. I've been more or less a straight A student in latin for almost 4 years. And I get a D in the exam. 

How?!! How could this happen? We all (all 3 of us that is), compared our answers and translations after the exam and we all did pretty much the same. All 3 of us were predicted As, if not A*s, but all of us fell short of what we expected...

The staff suspect that there's been a dud marker around, and are sending them off to be remarked. ... Though thinking about it, I was only about 6 UMS points off a C (which is nothing). And my friend who wwas expected to get an A*, got a B... so there's something pretty fishy going on.

But, because of this mark I've had to drop latin, a subject I really love. And if it turns out the marker got it completely wrong, and I end up with something like a B, or even an A, I will turn post box red and have steam coming out my ears. (If this happens, stand by for a rant).

To make things even worse, Latin was the first mark I saw. So, I opened my results envelope, saw "Latin     D(d)", and my whole world came crashing down around me. 

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Futhermore, straying away from the epic dissapointment [<<-understatement] of latin; in general, for someone who, all their life has been predicted As and A*s, a whole load of Bs is not so great... and really is not "amazing".

However, we realised what's gone wrong, and that is, I've spread myself too thin. All my friends at other schools have studied 9 subjects; getting 9 GCSEs.

We, studied 11.

11 friggin' subjects, so 9, and then, two mandatory headaches that go by the names of 'RS' and 'ICT'.

ICT took up every ounce of energy I had left last year. Every lunch time, after school and weekend wwas filled with friggin ICT coursework. 

I CAN WORK A COMPUTER DAMNIT!!!

To say RS was a mandatory headache would be correct, but as for ICT... it's more like a mandatory MIGRAINE.

I spent hours and hours on something uselss; time which could've been spent on more important subjects.

At the risk of sounding childish, I can honestly say I blame ICT.

I've never felt this before, but I honestly, deep in my heart of hearts, wish I could go back and change my options for double science rather than triple, and fight not to do ICT; then, if all else fails, botch ICT in year 10 and drop it by year 11.

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This is all proof of our beloved school's 'guinea-pig year', as I like to call it.

First, a little history;

My school was originally two schools, a catholic school and a protestant school; until in '99-'00, our head merged the two schools, making the 'ecumenical school community' we are now. 

Most of the students that had been at the original schools, had to be allowed into the new school. But our year, which was about year 1 or year 2 at the time of the merger, was the first year where entry into the senior (high) school was not obliged, meaning even if you went to one of the original schools, you're not guarenteed a place.

Therefore, being the first yeear our school has 'hand-picked', we have beared the brunt of any new schemes or trials our school can think of.

Admittedly, there have been a few schemes (the whole mandatory migraine, etc) that have been going for longer than us, but they wait until we go through hell and back, and, of course, change it to make it fairer on the rest of the school.

Take sma, for example, two years younger than me and going into year 10 this September.

Started Mandatory Migraine in year 9, meaning by the time year 11 comes around for her, she won't have the migraine chasing after her, and will have time to focus on more important things.

Can you see now, why I want to throttle my school sometimes?

So, School, if you're reading, thanks for screwing me up! ^^ 

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Also, our school is known for forcing it's students to do seemingly useless subjects (like headache & migraine) for no good reason other than to make the school look good.

The next of these ridiculouses, is General Studies.

Every 6th former I've talked to says that G.S. is a massive pain in the side, and is pointless.

Not to mention I was talking to 'K', whilst waiting for the bus one day (she's in the year ahead of me), and she was saying that she was up till 1am every night on the weekend, writing a massive long essay for G.S. and only after she got that out of the way, could she concentrate on her English essay.

I'm sorry but, I don't want an extra A level in some pointless subject that will zap up all of my time.

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Thus, Friday, (aka induction day) is going to be the start of a very long and wearysome rest-of-my-life.

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On a lighter note;

My 6th form jacket has no pockets. Meaning, it looks like it does, but they're just odd flap things that serve no purpose at all other than to fool you into thinking you have somewhere to put things; phone, DS, spare pens... but NO! 'Cause you don't!

Why?? I've noticed this more and more, women's suit jackets do not have pockets!! I mean, do clothes makers think women carry handbags around everywhere, thus not needing pockets? Is this some form of masculine dominancy thing, where only men are allowed to store things in items of clothing? Are women doomed to forever carry around a bulky bag? 

My trousers have no pockets either. I mean... what the hell!? I mean, are we doomed to forever roam around school with no hope or storing anything anywhere but our lockers?! (Our school is tres small, so we can't carry bags around).

I mean what happens when....... *shudder* I dread to think.

So, a message to all designers of women's business wear;

"Women need jacket pockets too! You jack-asses!!"

I'm actually starting to worry now.... I need pockets to put things in!! You know, chapstick, phones. Pencil cases can't hold every thing you know!! D<<

mumblemumblemumble....

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ANYWAY. When I've calmed down from rant-mode I shall share the hilarity that ensued at our 'after-bbq', and many more.

So long~