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Sep. 4th, 2003 08:58 pmHead hurting...
Eyes aching...
Body dead...
Yes, I'm back at school.
Today was... I don't know. I'm still not used to it all. Many, many people, with whom I am beginning to chat to. I feel slightly proud. Found![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flickerswitch today! We were in the same class for Media, and when the tutor (I'm sorry, I cannot refer to them with first names yet. Far too scary) read out her name, I just knew. I was sitting next to her at the time, which is coincidence for you.
History was... well... I think it'll be interesting. I am a History Slut. You sit me down and give me a history lesson, and I don't care what period it's in, I just want to learn and I think this teacher is the best for it. He tends to go off on random tangents, which gives me more to learn. I learnt about Constaninople today, despite the fact it has less than nothing to do with what we're studying. Yay! English and politics were fun too.
Now, here comes the downside:
I have to study Key Skills.
Okay, this shouldn't be a shock to me, I did suspect that I might have to do IT at least. But I have to Application of Number (there is a REASON I didn't do a maths or science!), ICT Level 2 and 3 (please, god, no) and some other stuff. NOT communication, however, since I conver it in every single one of my lessons. Thank god. It's still just a little bit irritating, though.
The bus home, once again, went wrong. For years I have been absolutely convinced that I'm going to grow out of my occasioanlly-recurring-travel-sickness, which crops up went it's too hot and I'm in a bus or a car. I was very, very nauseous on the bus, and I ended up getting off at Skelmersdale. Many people will not know Skelmersdale, and for good reason. Skelmersdale is Not A Nice Place, especially if you're by yourself. It wants to be a Toxteth, but makes do with petty crime. You get my point? So, after diving off the bus and taking deep breaths in an attempt not to be sick all over the pavement, I shakily try and find a payphone, because there's no way I'll make it to a bus again, since no money and no credit on my phone. I ended up in a pub, pathetically begging Dad to come and pick me up from the pub, please.
It worked, though.
And tomorrow, it's lessons properly. And I'm absolutely shattered now, and all I want to do is curl up and die in bed. And tomorrow, I will wake up at 645 (!!!!) and then I will go to college, and then I will make it back okay. I will be wearing my travel bands. About as stylish a dead fish, but I'm not braving the pubs of Skelmersdale again.
~Hathy_Col~
Eyes aching...
Body dead...
Yes, I'm back at school.
Today was... I don't know. I'm still not used to it all. Many, many people, with whom I am beginning to chat to. I feel slightly proud. Found
flickerswitch today! We were in the same class for Media, and when the tutor (I'm sorry, I cannot refer to them with first names yet. Far too scary) read out her name, I just knew. I was sitting next to her at the time, which is coincidence for you.History was... well... I think it'll be interesting. I am a History Slut. You sit me down and give me a history lesson, and I don't care what period it's in, I just want to learn and I think this teacher is the best for it. He tends to go off on random tangents, which gives me more to learn. I learnt about Constaninople today, despite the fact it has less than nothing to do with what we're studying. Yay! English and politics were fun too.
Now, here comes the downside:
I have to study Key Skills.
Okay, this shouldn't be a shock to me, I did suspect that I might have to do IT at least. But I have to Application of Number (there is a REASON I didn't do a maths or science!), ICT Level 2 and 3 (please, god, no) and some other stuff. NOT communication, however, since I conver it in every single one of my lessons. Thank god. It's still just a little bit irritating, though.
The bus home, once again, went wrong. For years I have been absolutely convinced that I'm going to grow out of my occasioanlly-recurring-travel-sickness, which crops up went it's too hot and I'm in a bus or a car. I was very, very nauseous on the bus, and I ended up getting off at Skelmersdale. Many people will not know Skelmersdale, and for good reason. Skelmersdale is Not A Nice Place, especially if you're by yourself. It wants to be a Toxteth, but makes do with petty crime. You get my point? So, after diving off the bus and taking deep breaths in an attempt not to be sick all over the pavement, I shakily try and find a payphone, because there's no way I'll make it to a bus again, since no money and no credit on my phone. I ended up in a pub, pathetically begging Dad to come and pick me up from the pub, please.
It worked, though.
And tomorrow, it's lessons properly. And I'm absolutely shattered now, and all I want to do is curl up and die in bed. And tomorrow, I will wake up at 645 (!!!!) and then I will go to college, and then I will make it back okay. I will be wearing my travel bands. About as stylish a dead fish, but I'm not braving the pubs of Skelmersdale again.
~Hathy_Col~
