Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Before You Speak

You know it's serious when I update twice in three days. Two updates in a week? Pshh. Things are getting serious. Haha.

I'm doing Relay For Life again (why? Why am I doing this? Because it's one sleepless night that could save a little kid's life, that's why) and this year our shirts are lime green. Which is one of my favourite colours :D But yeah, I'm doing it so that maybe I can feel like I've contributed, even just a small amount.

I can't say the same for my friends.

Since we're in year 12 now, we have our own common room, which can be awesome because it's separated from the junior school and also has microwaves and a kettle (noodles and hot chocolate :D) and it can also be pretty awful. That many different people gathered in a room that small? Yeah, we don't exactly all get along.

Anyway, my whole group was sitting at one of the tables (and on them - there were only enough spaces for 8 people and there's 12 of us) and a girl I know from work came over. She's one of the "populars" but she fights with them a lot. She'd had a fight with them today and I'm the only other person she really knows.

She says to me "can I sit with you guys today?" and I say "sure."

The rest of my group, with the exception of Riz, Grace and Enyar, say "no."

What the heck? NO?! What do you mean, no? No, she can't sit with us because she doesn't normally? No, she can't sit with us because you hate she's successful? No, she can't sit with us because otherwise she'd know how much you were whining about her group?

What do you mean, no?

I left the table. I told my friends how disgusted I was with them. No. I'd underestimated the power of the word until that day. Anyway, later on I go into the bathroom and she's cut her wrists. She's a cutter and she's cut her wrists because my "friends" told her no, you can't sit with us.

So just know this.

JUST BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T PULL THE TRIGGER DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE NOT A MURDERER.

Sticks and stones may break my bones... but words can also hurt me.

I'm not hanging out with these girls anymore. I'm tired of them, their crap and their utter selfishness. I'm tired of hanging around these girls who hate the world because it was here first and they can't blame it for their problems.

They always say "God hates me, he's doing this to me". I usually say "You're doing this to yourself."

I'm so tired of being around fakes, liars, just plain mean nasty people. So I've ditched them. I wonder who will get them from A to B now. None of them can navigate their way around a paper bag, let alone a life without faith.

What possesses people to be so cruel to people who have success, who have made something from nothing and more than that, are enjoying it?

That poor girl slit her wrists because of what my so-called friends did to her. If it weren't so low I would give them a taste of their own medicine. The rest of the year will probably be hard to get through - seventeen year old girls in rural towns are vicious and life-sucking, much like leeches - but at least I won't have to deal with their crap on top of my own.

Just think before you speak. You never know if your words will make or break a person.

"We all imagine ourselves the agents of our destiny, capable of determining our own fate. But have we truly any choice in when we rise, or when we fall, or does a force larger than ourselves bid us our direction? Is it evolution that takes us by the hand, does science point out way... or is it God who intervenes, keeping us safe?" - Mohinder Suresh, Heroes season 1.

I think it's God. How about you?

-a solitary blue.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

SUMMER :D

So it's finally summer here. It's got to about 40 degrees Celsius and the pool is AH-MAZE-ING. I've put all my winter clothes away and I've started attempting to squeeze my summer clothes into my teeny weeny cupboard. Needless to say it's slow going!

I also had exams last week. First exam was English. Three hours. Three one-thousand-word essays. It was good, I finished half an hour and then sat there seeing how many times I could go through "ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall" in my head. I lost track when the kid next to me farted and I nearly died.

The next was maths. Finished an hour early because I couldn't do any of it. Got twenty percent. Not too concerned - saw that one coming.

Next was Media - two essays in an hour and a half. I got ninety five percent on that! HELLS YEAH. We had to study the movie Birdy, directed by Alan Parker and starring Nicolas Cage and Matthew Modeine. I'm a huge Cage fan. :D

After that was Literature. We had to write an essay on the themes presented in Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley. I wrote six pages in one hour. I was proud.

And then HD. HD was just HD. A lot of boring irrelevant questions. I think one was "why is smoking bad for you?" and I had a bit of a ":D LOL! Oh, that's a serious question..." reaction.

So I have work later on today and then tomorrow morning as well. I'm thinking about quitting before year twelve because otherwise it's gonna be way too stressful to keep up ten hours a week at work and do all the coursework and apply for universities and focus on my driver's license!

-a solitary blue.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Hey there life, didn't see you behind all that school!

HOMEWORK



FREAKING



HOMEWORK



FREAKING EVERYWHERE!!



PSYCHOLOGY! LITERATURE! MATHS! HD! ENGLISH, FREAKING 3 ESSAYS FOR ENGLISH AND THEY WON'T EVEN CORRECT THE GODDAMN PIECES OF SHIT!

OK. So here's what happened.

I get homework. Reaction:

Then it goes something like this:. This is the "oh my god, I'm going to die, I'm going to try and climb this mountain of homework and I AM GOING TO DIE." This is the "what the heck did I do to the man upstairs?" reaction. This is the "Omg. Fml." reaction. This is the "NO, WAIT, LIFE, COME BACK!" reaction.

...And then like this:Is there any need to explain this? This is seriously what I look like when I'm angry. I grind and gnash my teeth and could very almost froth at the mouth (if I was given any more I'm sure I would probably keel over and DIE from choking on my own froth.)

...And then I solve the problem:

HELLS YEAH.

...This is the point at which I realise:

I CAN'T BLOW UP MY HOMEWORK! I HAVE A FRICKIN' GRADE POINT AVERAGE AND A UNI TO GET INTO AND LIFE TO LIVE IF MY BRAIN CELLS DON'T COMMIT BEFORE I REACH TWELFTH GRADE!

At which point:

Rigamortis sets in. Everything grows cold. The world is an icy pit of nothingness and not even Zatch Bell can pull me out of my stupor. English had fried me, psychology had battered me, Maths has whipped me, HD has baked me, literature has SLAUGHTERED anything that may have been use to me later in life. Aka, my brain. (Let's not go here with the jokes kk? T.T)

Thus, readers, I leave you with these:


glitter-graphics.com

~*~



~*~

(My ultimate reaction to the tonnes of English homework)


glitter-graphics.com

the milk bottle. (: