Yes, I'm back to that hell ridden place after two Weeks of heaven. As I got out of bed last Monday I still couldn't quite grasp that the Holidays were already over. Shortest two Weeks of my life, seriously. And yet ONE Week of School seems to last TWICE as long as the Holidays. *SIGH* I suppose I've hit that brick wall again. I'm starting to feel a bit burned out, you know? Its just Week after Week plagued with Test after Test with more Homework and boring lessons. Or perhaps its because I've only just come back from the Holidays and am missing the days were I could get up at 2pm and not give a passing damn about School? I don't know, College just feels boring and tedious right now...
Monday, the first day back from the Holidays. My body didn't really like getting up early again and the Result was mainly just me feeling jet lagged the entire time. Yes, I was in Zombie mode again. I had to be on fine form though because I was walking into a German Test! Or so I thought...you see the German Teacher was away on a School trip with Asher's School (TO BLOODY PARIS!) so she was AGAIN unable to show up and provide us with a Test. Its starting to become a joke now honestly. I MEAN COME ON! SHE'S AWAY MORE OFTEN THAN SHE'S HERE! And The Teacher must have known that she was going on a School trip before hand, so why did she say that we'd have a Test? A Test that, may I remind you, caused several hours of stressful revision the previous night! Heck I couldn't SLEEP Sunday night because of this Test and it all turned out to be one big, fat ugly HOAX!! WHY, THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!!!!! So I had to endure another hour of cruddy permanence (with no Homework to do because its only the first lesson in and THERE ISN'T ANY YET!). So after Perm I walked into Technology quite unhappy (and still tired as hell, no doubt to due to that fake Test)... AND GUESS WHAT? IT WAS....BOOORING! Yes, Technology was boring, mainly because we've kinda been doing the same thing for a while now. However if you must know we're currently studying high-tech alarm systems that rich people like to put in their houses. Apparently they like to put alarms on anything...even the kitchen sink! After Recreation (which mainly consisted of me yawning in a corner) we trudged into Art. The Teacher (despite having said he would two Week before the Holidays) still hasn't got around to putting our short films on his computer. Instead we just fumbled around on the internet looking for sounds to incorporate into our 'film' while he tried to upload them onto the database. To be honest, I'm not sure I like the idea of the film being shown to the Class anyway. It was poorly filmed (best part of ten minutes!) with only three people on-set (the three who were supposed to be starring in the movie, so one of us had to hold the camera in front of his face while he said his lines!) and crappy performances. More to the point, it wasn't how I wanted it to end up, and was rushed because the other people filming their shorts had taken up far too much time! After Art was Maths which kinda went like this: BRAIN = EXPLODE! Don't worry, I've got the hang of it now (or at least I think I have) but back then it was like Einstein-grade complexity! After Luncheon (served by a Mum who was just as Zombified as me), I walked into Geography feeling a bit better. Oh, did I say Geography? I meant French. Because my French and Geography Teacher (both the same person) decided to turn the hours around! Guh, so I went into BOORING French first. We basically spent an hour correcting that Bullcrap Test that we did back before the Holidays (the one were we didn't have enough time to finish it, remember?). So aside from the pitiful score: a cold 16,25/30 I was astounded by how dum I was doing that Test: So we were posed questions on a text by Victor Hugo (extrait from 'Les Miserables' about an orphaned girl called Cossette being treated like a slave by her foster parents) and one of the questions asked (in-literal French translation) 'Where has Cossette found herself?' Of course I thought it meant 'What situation is she in?' not actually where she was located at the start of the scene, right? So I wrote: 'Cossette has found herself in a most terrible situation, being treated like a slave by her wicked foster parents Les Thenardiers' but it LITERALLY meant where she was at the start of the scene! And what did the FIRST line of the bloody text say? 'Cossette was hiding beneath the table...' Of course the moment M. Carre said the answer outloud to the Class I banged my head against the wall so hard I almost cried. Well that, and mental profanity (i.e many cursewords being acted out in your head). And that question was on TWO POINTS! TWO POINTS FOR READING THE FIRST BLOODY LINE! AND ALMOST EVERYONE EXCEPT ME GOT IT RIGHT! ARGGGHHH! &%$£@ TEST! *GOES ON VIOLENT RAMPAGE* So....after French was History. Or Geography for half of my Class. Basically before the Holidays The Teacher gave the Class two different question sheets depending on their chosen language (I do German, so I get a page full of questions on Germany), and she chose to correct the Spanish Homework first and give us German kids some History sheet to fill in (so basically a filler lesson for us) about the Independance of America or some crap like that. As you can imagine, it was pretty tedious, and I just wanted to go to sleep the entire time. I now often remember how History was last year (with a different Teacher), and how interesting it was. *SIGH* Not now. Not. now.
Tuesday was better, but still really dull. I walked into Maths with a bit of a dilemma, because on Monday I gave the History teacher my Homework Book so she could evaluate my Vie De Classe score (I'm still maintaining a 100% perfect record as far as attitude in Class goes), but because I was in FLE with M. Begoc she didn't hand me it back by the end of the day! OH NOES! ALL MY HOMEWORK IS IN THERE!!! It wasn't that bad, I only had to do four calculations that the Maths Teacher had set for us but without my Homework book I couldn't exactly do them could I? 'Well' I reasoned to myself: 'As long as I do four calculations it doesn't really matter now does it? And as long as the Teacher doesn't really inspect it I should be fine right?' So I walked into School with completely made up Homework! There wasn't any consequences but still it was still a bit of a fright. But why didn't the Teacher just put my Homework Book back in my desk? I could have come back at the end of the day and got it out!! *SIGH* Even worse M. Carre gave my Book to another kid so he could give it to me but he was absent on Tuesday and HE HAD MY BOOK!!!! Anyway Maths was only a slight improvement over Monday, perhaps because I was a little bit more awake this time and not drooling on the floor. Geography was quite simply us correcting the questions on Germany for ONE HOUR. The term: 'My face melted to the floor because of boredom' has a WHOLE new meaning now. I mean with both French and History/Geography its just the Teacher giving us page after page of monotonous exercises to do, rinse and repeat. Can we have a bit of variety here? And after one hour of Geography followed by two hours of French your hand just starts to hurt after the 200th exercise on the constitutional rights of America! Which is kinda why I think Tuesday morning is the worst, because it feels completely tedious and boring. French was actually tolerable for once, we were studying supernaturel stories and how the character aften thinks it was all a dream before one last jump-scare or little clue that indicates the paranormal at the very end. After the break was English, but the Teacher was a bit late due to him 'crying because someone has stole the flowers from my son's grave'. Now is this a running joke? Or has his son really died? I don't know, but I feel sorry for him if its true. But he continued as normal, causing sudden bursts of 'YES!' from the Class when he declared the English books as 'boring rubbish' and joked that he would throw it out of the window! And I can't argue with him, because I can't see ANYONE learning English from this crap. Like French, its just endless exercises with no soul to it. Could School Books get a bit more interesting please? Put a joke in there somewhere! Make people laugh, like in Horrible Histories! It may even make us give a god- damned damn! So in short, the Teacher completely threw away the planned lesson for Tuesday and instead he made up his own activities for us to do. How ISN'T that awesome? He's like the Teacher made for people who are bored by endless pages of exercises. I suppose the only negative thing I have to say about him is that alot of the time we're just laughing our asses off and not really DOING any work. And I suppose half of the time his humour derives from making fun of other people, which is kinda a bad trait. Because the guys English he's constantly pronouncing the French words wrong so its histerical for me to see him get faustrated when the French correct him. I think English is everyones best lesson now, without a doubt. He doesn't even give us any Homework apart from revising for Tests (which is how it should be). German was permanence of course, and I managed to do most of the Homework scheduled for the next few days. Unfortunately, we're back to doing Extra-Maths on Tuesday afternoon. *SIGH* Atleast we were doing Maths on the computer. I really don't need another hour of boring Maths on my hand, five hours a Week is enough for me!
Wednesday was surprisingly the best day of the Week by FAR. Sport was absolutely hilarious, basically someone had to tackle you to the ground and pin you in a headlock for five seconds to win. It helps that even on my knees I was taller than most of the French! And they're so light, I could just toss one of them all over the place without even breaking a sweat. Don't underestimate them though, they're slimy little midgets that can twist their way out of any headlock! One of them even used dirty tactics on me: I had him in a headlock and he was crying out in pain telling me to stop. Of course I let go of him and then the little SH*T declared that he had won, acting all victorious and crap! I gave him the 'YOU LITTLE &%$£@!' look. I'm not entirely fussed about who wins or who doesn't until the Test but really what a cakehole!After Sport was Technology which was still boring sadly. I suppose every lesson has that period where it gets 'boring' at some point. We're looking to create a fully fonctional maquette of a house with complex stuff like lighting, electricity and even an automated gate. Of course there was one problem: we didn't exactly know how to do that so we looked it up online. We haven't really gotten anywhere so far but I'm assuming that the Teacher knows all the answers anyway. French was good, we started drawing our movie poster on our made up horror movie titled 'Night of the Statues'. Printed out some SCAAARY Weeping Angel pictures I can tell you.
Thursday was the the worst day of the Week in my opinion. It started out fine in the morning with Maths, which I was finally getting the hang of (THANK GOD!), but when you replace numbers with random letters like Y it just makes you scratch your head in confusion. So x - y apparently = c now? WTF? Why do we need to replace numbers with letters anyway? It just makes things seem MORE complicated than it already is! And then I walked into Sport, which was not only physically challenging but also a complete DISASTER! Heck, before we even started doing Acro gymnastics I felt wasted! The warm up was us doing basically every kind of bloody push-up imaginable. Of course I had been sat in Bed for most of the Holidays and my body was still getting used to the word 'exercise' but man was it greuling! By the end everyone was clutching their stomachs and groaning in agony. I felt like every single muscle in my body had been obliterated, and I probably exuded 65% of my body mass in sweat! And that was before someone had to stand on your legs holding the feet of someone doing a headstand! In terms of physicality, I felt like I had been beaten to a pulp, and remember: THIS WAS ONLY THE FIRST HOUR!! In the second hour we spilt up into groups and had to organise a well choreographed routine. My group failed massively, mainly because everything was sooo last minute, we were trying out all these different figures unaware of how quickly time was passing and when the Teacher shouted (ala Master Chef style) 'Five minutes left!' we just sorta fumbled around and did complete nonsense. We barely even managed to practice our routine ONCE! The Result: A complete mess, followed by lots of arguing over who 'ruined everything' (Its always one kid, isn't it? Never anyone else. One kid F*CKED the whole thing up. Luckily it wasn't me they accused) and a disapproving look on the Teachers face. I was just glad that no one blamed me for it (for once), instead they pinned it all on the fat guy (someone chubbier than me you ask?) who was barely in ANY of the routines anyway! It was made worse by the fact that the other groups were so god damned good! And they got to do their routine with music! I suppose the French being light does have its advantages when it comes to Sport.
After the exasperating Sport, was S.V.T. It was quite possibly the most embarrassing, uncomfortable and simply horrific lessons I've ever had to endure. Why you ask? Because this is what Humans call 'Sex Education'. Yes, and just to make it even MORE excruciating, we'll be looking at the sexual parts of the Human anatomy for ONE SOLID MONTH! I might as well just sign myself up for the insane asylum now! We've just started on the subject, studying the affects of puberty first hand with the help of a 'no holding back' video that pretty much laid everything out on the table. I bet you can just imagine me falling to the floor, a quivering wreck now can't you? 'GOOD GOD, HE'S FAINTED! AND HE'S SUFFERING A SEIZURE INDUCING HEART ATTACK! ITS TOO MUCH FOR HIM TO HANDLE, WHY DOESN'T SOMEONE GET A DOCTOR!' Sadly, I did not faint at all. My body kept me awake just so it could torment me even more. And I thought Sport was difficult to endure! We did a roundtable after that horrifying video discussing the 'effects' of adolescence. There wasn't alot of talking though, heck even the girls (I deny that they even exist now) shut up for once and just looked at the floor. I just wanted to clutch my hands over my ears and scream 'LA LA LA LA LA LA...' for the entire duration of this lesson. After the both physically and mentally challenging morning, the afternoon wasn't all that bad. It was just really, really boring. Permenance (replacing German remember?) and Extra Extra Maths were complete and utter snooze fests. Music was fine, I took some photos of La Trinite Porhoet and had to create a clip implementing the sound bite that I made using Audacity and make a little movie out of it. The Afternoon was basically just dull, nothing good happened at all. Don't get me started on the morning though...
Friday was boring, and at this point I felt pretty tired. But it was the end of the Week, and I still ached all over from Sport. Extra Maths was horribly boring, to the point of insanity. It got so bad I would have happily taken a pistol to the head there and then. History was supposed to be a Test on Germany but guess what? IT DIDN'T HAPPEN...AGAIN! No, instead it was pushed back to this Thursday! What is the point of me even revising for Tests anymore? They're probably only going to be delayed by a Week anyway! Instead of the Test we looked at the History of America, namely how the political system's of England and America were better than the French in the 18th century. I think you'll find the tables have turned nowadays... In French we worked on our movie poster a bit more, we had a bit of a problem trying to think of a tagline. In the end we went for 'Don't close your eyes!' in metallic red. The morning capped off with Maths, two hours of Maths on the same day you say? TORTURE! The Afternoon was pretty bland as well, in Permanence we worked more on our living statues poster (printed out some scary Weeping Angel pictures) and began thinking up idea's of a possible Story. Science was a bit meh, we experimented a bit on different types of lenses and how they focus light ect.... To be honest the only thing worth noting at all was English, were (get this) we studied an extract from an Artemis Fowl Book! NO KIDDING! The Teacher chose Artemis Fowl! One of my favourite book series of all time! Now if that doesn't cement this Teacher in stone as 'The Best Teacher Ever' then I don't know what will! Basically we just translated the text into French but still....ARTEMIS FOWL!
And that was last Week In School, been a bit late this Week but nevermind. Overall I found it pretty boring and bland. But then again it is School, so what do you expect?
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