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hathycolWell. Today was my last ever Monday, and, to say the least, started off badly. Form teacher went INSANE at me, and considering I didn't actually do ALL THAT MUCH wrong (I've been much worse behaved) I felt quite wronged. And I'm a nice, well-behaved person who DOES NOT react well to being told off, especially by the homicidal, Wigan-supporting madman who us mere mortals call Mr Grimes, or Grimesy, depending on how far away he is.
Bascially, he told us all to do some work, before buggaring off to his cupboard. Very, very quietly, whispered to friends "Yeah, like no..."
He whips around. "No? NO? WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
Me (cowering in seat): "We don't have any work, to do, sir..."
"YOU'VE GOT EXAMS IN FIVE WEEKS IF THE FACT HAS ESCAPED YOU! OF COURSE YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DO!"
"I... er..."
"NO! Don't you DARE backchat me! ALL I'VE HAD FOR TEN MONTHS IS YOU WITTERING AWAY AT ME AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO LEAVE AND SHUT UP! GET SOME RESPECT!"
"I... ah... (wibblewibble)... sorry?"
"SO YOU SHOULD BE! GET SOME WORK OUT!"
(Imagine all the shouting in a Wigan accent. Makes it much, much more terrifying)
Practically slid off the chair in fear (the man scares me, and has been known to throw heavy objects at people in rage. I do not wish to be a victim) and pulled out Englsih book and pretended to read, whilst actually shaking at the fear shock of it all. Shouting I can cope with, and am used to. It's a rare thing to have a teacher actually roaring at me in rage, and I've never heard any teachers EVER try it on anyone, now I come to think of it. I mean, if I got on his nerves that much, why didn't he just tell me beforehand? I mean... holy hannah. The man needs to get out his own backside.
And I am VERY respectful to teacher, as a rule. To their faces, anyway. The point is, I am never actually rude if I can help it. I ask awkward questions, but respectfully.
Never mind. The other teachers don't seem to mind me, proving that thje mans an eejit. He's the same guy that had a very similiar fit of rage at the Head Boy for not tucking his tie in, so...
Pffffffft!
So, the incident soured the whole day for me, and being informed that I have to go and do my music perfomance on the 1st May, my cinema day! WHY does stuff always come up when it's the day for me to see a film I'm in a happy daze about? Gah...
Oh. And I had my last ever chemistry lesson today, which perked me up no end. FREEEEEDOM! *End Braveheart moment*
One last thing- I think I may become a Communist. Any regime that bans exams is fine for me! Any creepy 1984 flashbacks I will ignore as best I can. No exams!! Lenin was a bright man, it was Stalin that was the arse. And that is my logic, and I will stick with it.
Anyway. I need tog go and eat or something. Namarie! ~Hathy_Col~
Bascially, he told us all to do some work, before buggaring off to his cupboard. Very, very quietly, whispered to friends "Yeah, like no..."
He whips around. "No? NO? WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
Me (cowering in seat): "We don't have any work, to do, sir..."
"YOU'VE GOT EXAMS IN FIVE WEEKS IF THE FACT HAS ESCAPED YOU! OF COURSE YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DO!"
"I... er..."
"NO! Don't you DARE backchat me! ALL I'VE HAD FOR TEN MONTHS IS YOU WITTERING AWAY AT ME AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO LEAVE AND SHUT UP! GET SOME RESPECT!"
"I... ah... (wibblewibble)... sorry?"
"SO YOU SHOULD BE! GET SOME WORK OUT!"
(Imagine all the shouting in a Wigan accent. Makes it much, much more terrifying)
Practically slid off the chair in fear (the man scares me, and has been known to throw heavy objects at people in rage. I do not wish to be a victim) and pulled out Englsih book and pretended to read, whilst actually shaking at the fear shock of it all. Shouting I can cope with, and am used to. It's a rare thing to have a teacher actually roaring at me in rage, and I've never heard any teachers EVER try it on anyone, now I come to think of it. I mean, if I got on his nerves that much, why didn't he just tell me beforehand? I mean... holy hannah. The man needs to get out his own backside.
And I am VERY respectful to teacher, as a rule. To their faces, anyway. The point is, I am never actually rude if I can help it. I ask awkward questions, but respectfully.
Never mind. The other teachers don't seem to mind me, proving that thje mans an eejit. He's the same guy that had a very similiar fit of rage at the Head Boy for not tucking his tie in, so...
Pffffffft!
So, the incident soured the whole day for me, and being informed that I have to go and do my music perfomance on the 1st May, my cinema day! WHY does stuff always come up when it's the day for me to see a film I'm in a happy daze about? Gah...
Oh. And I had my last ever chemistry lesson today, which perked me up no end. FREEEEEDOM! *End Braveheart moment*
One last thing- I think I may become a Communist. Any regime that bans exams is fine for me! Any creepy 1984 flashbacks I will ignore as best I can. No exams!! Lenin was a bright man, it was Stalin that was the arse. And that is my logic, and I will stick with it.
Anyway. I need tog go and eat or something. Namarie! ~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2003-04-07 11:34 am (UTC)PS - *sniffle* I love Braveheart! *adds to list of Stuff To Watch*
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Date: 2003-04-07 11:50 am (UTC)Since all Mondays end up going horribly wrong, it's a good thing!
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Date: 2003-04-07 12:09 pm (UTC)