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Nov. 2nd, 2004 09:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolLast night, I really wanted to update, talking positively about how I'd managed to get all my homework done in lunchtime and hand it in; how good it was to see everyone again; why Van Helsing really does just get worse; what I was doing in Rangers that evening.
None of this happened, unfortunately. Well, apart from Van Helsing being crap. A good way to end Halloween, really.
So, I woke up really, really early on Monday morning and sprang out of bed, as I hadn't actually printed out my victorious history essay, or my personal statement which I need to show to Oliver. I did so, prepared myself for college, got to the bus on time, etc, etc. Jess has pink hair. Well, pink stripes. I am completely jealous as it looks amazing. My hair has now faded and is no longer virulently orange, thank god. Just... well... orangeyred. But never mind. I got into college and spent my first lesson - a free period - desperately trying to complete my English homework. This didn't happen. I wrote a lot of it, but... I didn't finish it. For those that care, I was trying to combine editorial writing with child language acquisition - "A powerpoint for new parents on how their child will learn language." Well, fair enough. I worked on it, in my defence. I put in as many things about voice as possible, but I'm quite sure I've not done it properly, as no doubt I'm supposed to sound like a blithering idiot if I'm creating voice because I stupidly assume that not all people want to be chatsy chatsy and my gosh don't I sound vitriolic there. I really do despise 'creating voice'.
So, I went to my history lesson. The fricking history essay wasn't in until Friday. Very nearly cried, but instead got mine marked first to a pleasent surprise and a lot of praise. "Yay!" I thought. "This means I get some time off!" Oh ho, no. I get extra reading because I've been so good! Yes, that's right, two chapters of two seperate books (that weigh a ton each, may I add) to read over the evening. Oh dear. Dave also looked at me a declared "Oooh! Your hair's all red!" He then informed me that it suited me, that it made me look punky and that I looked a bit like Elizabeth I. Erm... okay?
Panicking slightly, I went off to my next lesson, politics, in which due to a shortage of tables (just where has it gone?) I had to sit by some of the wankers from the bus. That was also not fun.
Then it was lunchtime. I still had to finish my English so I sat in A15 with an attitude of "FUCK THE FUCK OFF I'M FUCKING WORKING." I apologise to all who saw me; I was not in the best mood. I did agree to go and see Common Rotation with Liz, though, and I also offered up my house to any who is going and can't get back to Wiganland.
Went to English. Still hadn't done homework. Nearly cried as I went in and pathetically did the "Not got it, will bring in tomorrow" thing, and English was just generally crap. I hate feeling like I'm stupid, and that's what English does to me.
So I went onto the bus in a fairly bad mood. It was dark by the time I got off it as well - how depressing is that? - and we got irritating by very small children who can't have been older than 10.
"You've got Spongebob on your bag!"
"Yes. Yes I do."
David Howarth then makes an appropriate comment along the lines of "You shouldn't take the piss out of people who can stand on you."
"Urgh! You're so gay!"
I popped in.
"No, that would be me, actually."
"YOu're a LESBO?"
They ran away. Success!
I came home. I worked like a bitch on my English. I got some tea. I continued to work like a bitch. I did my reading. I went to Rangers, which was rather boring, and then I finished my reading. Then I practically fell over and fell asleep too.
And that was my first day back at college. I'm feeling entirely unmotivated and generally a little uncaring. So what if I don;t do as well? I only need C's this year and I'll still get an A. So w00t etc.
Anyway. Today is Tuesday, Greg did not turn up for media so we all scarpered. It's the US elections today - to my American friends, vote, in the name of god! Preferably Kerry, but VOTE damn you VOTE!
Blah blah blah.
~Hathy_Col~
None of this happened, unfortunately. Well, apart from Van Helsing being crap. A good way to end Halloween, really.
So, I woke up really, really early on Monday morning and sprang out of bed, as I hadn't actually printed out my victorious history essay, or my personal statement which I need to show to Oliver. I did so, prepared myself for college, got to the bus on time, etc, etc. Jess has pink hair. Well, pink stripes. I am completely jealous as it looks amazing. My hair has now faded and is no longer virulently orange, thank god. Just... well... orangeyred. But never mind. I got into college and spent my first lesson - a free period - desperately trying to complete my English homework. This didn't happen. I wrote a lot of it, but... I didn't finish it. For those that care, I was trying to combine editorial writing with child language acquisition - "A powerpoint for new parents on how their child will learn language." Well, fair enough. I worked on it, in my defence. I put in as many things about voice as possible, but I'm quite sure I've not done it properly, as no doubt I'm supposed to sound like a blithering idiot if I'm creating voice because I stupidly assume that not all people want to be chatsy chatsy and my gosh don't I sound vitriolic there. I really do despise 'creating voice'.
So, I went to my history lesson. The fricking history essay wasn't in until Friday. Very nearly cried, but instead got mine marked first to a pleasent surprise and a lot of praise. "Yay!" I thought. "This means I get some time off!" Oh ho, no. I get extra reading because I've been so good! Yes, that's right, two chapters of two seperate books (that weigh a ton each, may I add) to read over the evening. Oh dear. Dave also looked at me a declared "Oooh! Your hair's all red!" He then informed me that it suited me, that it made me look punky and that I looked a bit like Elizabeth I. Erm... okay?
Panicking slightly, I went off to my next lesson, politics, in which due to a shortage of tables (just where has it gone?) I had to sit by some of the wankers from the bus. That was also not fun.
Then it was lunchtime. I still had to finish my English so I sat in A15 with an attitude of "FUCK THE FUCK OFF I'M FUCKING WORKING." I apologise to all who saw me; I was not in the best mood. I did agree to go and see Common Rotation with Liz, though, and I also offered up my house to any who is going and can't get back to Wiganland.
Went to English. Still hadn't done homework. Nearly cried as I went in and pathetically did the "Not got it, will bring in tomorrow" thing, and English was just generally crap. I hate feeling like I'm stupid, and that's what English does to me.
So I went onto the bus in a fairly bad mood. It was dark by the time I got off it as well - how depressing is that? - and we got irritating by very small children who can't have been older than 10.
"You've got Spongebob on your bag!"
"Yes. Yes I do."
David Howarth then makes an appropriate comment along the lines of "You shouldn't take the piss out of people who can stand on you."
"Urgh! You're so gay!"
I popped in.
"No, that would be me, actually."
"YOu're a LESBO?"
They ran away. Success!
I came home. I worked like a bitch on my English. I got some tea. I continued to work like a bitch. I did my reading. I went to Rangers, which was rather boring, and then I finished my reading. Then I practically fell over and fell asleep too.
And that was my first day back at college. I'm feeling entirely unmotivated and generally a little uncaring. So what if I don;t do as well? I only need C's this year and I'll still get an A. So w00t etc.
Anyway. Today is Tuesday, Greg did not turn up for media so we all scarpered. It's the US elections today - to my American friends, vote, in the name of god! Preferably Kerry, but VOTE damn you VOTE!
Blah blah blah.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-11-02 05:22 am (UTC)