A tale of woe...
May. 7th, 2003 02:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolYou know Legacy in SG1? The bit where Jack goes mad, and curls up on the floor, muttering to himself? Thats me at the moment.
Day began badly, with French speaking. I'm not good at French speaking ANYWAY and the first thing the teacher did was to come in and go insane about mobile phones. Because it was most people's first exam, we were all a little nervous and out of the sheer panic "And WE WILL be searching every persons bag who we know to won a mobile phone!" I have been caught with mine TWICE, and I have a nagging guilt thing anyway, so gave mine in. Besides, I think the whole class handed them in.
Then the teacher roared at us some more, then the deputy head did the same. I was already a nervous wreck by this point, so teachers roaring at us all did not help matters.
Also got what may have been the worse roleplay in the universe. DIRECTIONS. FUCKING DIRECTIONS. I had revised everything else possible, and glanced at the directions stuff. Typical, ain't it? Presentation went ok, coversation.... argle. I used expression. Apparently this will help me. and I used initiative once or twice. Hopefully a C, as long as my other stuffs up to scratch.
Then we went onto music. I have actually been told to go and away and try again on Monday, for my solo. aAnd I know for definate that I frelled up my duet. So I'm going to fail that.
So you can imagine my mindset by the end of this morning. Stormed home, cello in hand, and was outside the door when I realised I hadn't got my mobile back. I actually screamed and kicked the door. Oops.
So, ran in, dumped cello in room, got changed quickly into fairly basic stuff- black strappy top, jeans (not even that flared) and added a few rings. Stormed off back to school, where everyone was headed around to music. A girl I really don't like from year 10 yelled "EEEEE! Mosher! Eeee!" so I completely flipped. I believe the phrase "AT LEAST I'M NOT A FUCKING SHEEP, YER COW!" was used. She deserved it.
Stormed up to the secretary, snarled, got phone back, decided to go to the chippie cos I needed fattening food. Badly. Was followed all the way there by MARIA of all people, with darling of the week, Paul. She didn't say anything directly to me, but it got to the point where I was about to murder someone.
Brought food. Went home. Ate chips, watched loud music as loud as it would go whilst singing along between bites. Feel better now. Neighbours probably not keen on me though.
But I've hugged my Billy Boyd Clone (thanks,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mettanna) and I'm going to see X2 again soon, so...
But I have history revision soon. If it's Grimsey, I'm not going. And I really mean that. Am still fragile, or at least that'll be my excuse.
Anyway. Namarie! ~Hathy_Col~
Day began badly, with French speaking. I'm not good at French speaking ANYWAY and the first thing the teacher did was to come in and go insane about mobile phones. Because it was most people's first exam, we were all a little nervous and out of the sheer panic "And WE WILL be searching every persons bag who we know to won a mobile phone!" I have been caught with mine TWICE, and I have a nagging guilt thing anyway, so gave mine in. Besides, I think the whole class handed them in.
Then the teacher roared at us some more, then the deputy head did the same. I was already a nervous wreck by this point, so teachers roaring at us all did not help matters.
Also got what may have been the worse roleplay in the universe. DIRECTIONS. FUCKING DIRECTIONS. I had revised everything else possible, and glanced at the directions stuff. Typical, ain't it? Presentation went ok, coversation.... argle. I used expression. Apparently this will help me. and I used initiative once or twice. Hopefully a C, as long as my other stuffs up to scratch.
Then we went onto music. I have actually been told to go and away and try again on Monday, for my solo. aAnd I know for definate that I frelled up my duet. So I'm going to fail that.
So you can imagine my mindset by the end of this morning. Stormed home, cello in hand, and was outside the door when I realised I hadn't got my mobile back. I actually screamed and kicked the door. Oops.
So, ran in, dumped cello in room, got changed quickly into fairly basic stuff- black strappy top, jeans (not even that flared) and added a few rings. Stormed off back to school, where everyone was headed around to music. A girl I really don't like from year 10 yelled "EEEEE! Mosher! Eeee!" so I completely flipped. I believe the phrase "AT LEAST I'M NOT A FUCKING SHEEP, YER COW!" was used. She deserved it.
Stormed up to the secretary, snarled, got phone back, decided to go to the chippie cos I needed fattening food. Badly. Was followed all the way there by MARIA of all people, with darling of the week, Paul. She didn't say anything directly to me, but it got to the point where I was about to murder someone.
Brought food. Went home. Ate chips, watched loud music as loud as it would go whilst singing along between bites. Feel better now. Neighbours probably not keen on me though.
But I've hugged my Billy Boyd Clone (thanks,
mettanna) and I'm going to see X2 again soon, so...But I have history revision soon. If it's Grimsey, I'm not going. And I really mean that. Am still fragile, or at least that'll be my excuse.
Anyway. Namarie! ~Hathy_Col~
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Same. Here.
Fucking Ibis hotel! GAH!
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Date: 2003-05-08 03:13 am (UTC)Ah well. At least someone else feels my pain.