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To Lang or not to Lang   
09:13pm 19/04/2004
 
mood: creative
music: Colin Hay - Overkill
I went back to college today and it is amazing how quickly holiday boredom disapears when you see other teenagers.
It's the final six weeks of term and things are about to get hectic. My English Lang teacher is back (I have two of them, this one has been off sick for weeks on end) and we might get the final piece of coursework done.

English Literature coursework is getting sent off and we had to handwrite one out in class this morning. The teacher marked them and gave her best estimation.
I got A* 81/84
It is not dead set yet and might slip a little via the examiner bit but this is great news I can still hardly believe it.
Individual marks per piece came out at 25/27 (Hardy Love Poetry) 26/27 (Lady Mary character study from The Admirable Crichton) and 26/27 (Anaylising Forster's views in A Room With A View)
It actually made my dad proud I think. He was always the type of person who shot for the highest grade ever (that just gave me a cool idea for a ghost in my books) and even an A gets a 'that's good' and nothing better.
He seems to be so happy about this, he actually smiled, that he has finally given in to the one thing that I want as my treat.

A CD. This might not seem like much but let me explain:
The Animorph series by K. A. Applegate got me back onto reading when I was about 11/12 (and took a few hundred quid out of my parents pockets to get as many books as possible, I ended up with 40-something) and when there was a TV show announced, I was too happy for words.
The TV show was crap, and I don't want to go into why or I'll be typing to midnight. I discovered something though, it was while they were butchering my favourite book in a two-part episode (The Capture; book six - yes I do remember) a song played in the background over the talking. Then I knew it was the best song in the world. It was the only thing good about the show and after a long while I found out who sung it and what it was called. It was sung by Eden White and it was called Song Unsung.
I never heard it without words being talked over it until my sister introduced me to internet music. I downloaded it from somewhere and loved it but it got lost - possibly when my computer crashed. I remembered this site a while later but I could not download it again as the site had become a pay-per-download site after being busted like Napstar.
A while later my sister introduced me to KaZaA (which I love) but I have never been able to find it.
Then I stumbled across CD Baby and they had it as a sample track. I could listen to the first 2mins 1 second of it. I forgot what the end sounded like.
It is one of the hardest albums to get hold of. It was taken out of stock for reproduction and it was never released in the UK. Then I found it on Amazon.Co.Uk but my dad doesn't like buying over the internet.
Now he says he will - tomorrow, after I show him my completed (it hopefully will be by then) IT/Maths Key Skills coursework.
He might change his mind when he sees that it is air-mailed from America, though it was a good grade.

_____More school stuff_________
I am not so worried about my maths (see the cliff post) exam. I think that I was so sure I would fail because I was nervous and visa versa. Now though, I have calmed down and it does not seem so bad. Although I probably need a B in the exam to get a C overall (half the coursework was done in two/three days after the deadline was cut short by 5/6 weeks) but the other did not seem too bad.

My lit teacher asked me if I was doing A-Level lit next year and was upset when I said I was doing Lang-Lit. She said that she wanted me in her class next year and asked me why I had chose the lang version. I told her that I wanted to be an English teacher and that it would probably help me more to do the lang/lit. She said that it was more likly to help me if I did the straight lit and that it was more interlectual.
I sought a 2nd opinion in the form of one of my lang teachers who said that he was biased towards the question as he was a A-L lit teacher and not a lang but he said that I probably would be better off doing lit. He said that a lit/lang teacher would probably say the other thing.
Haven't decided what I want to do.

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The true price of free education; A birthday!   
09:22pm 14/04/2004
 
mood: bouncy
music: Tracy Chapman - Fast Car
As an English citizen of seventeen I am entitled to free education. In fact, I am entitled to free education until the year which I am nineteen in september. Which gives me two years after this.
After that, if I am lucky enough to get into uni, I will enter the world of non-free education. A place of top-up fees and various other fees that are supposed to leave you paralysed with debt.
But how free is this free education I'm getting now. Sure I don't have to pay for my examinations (unless you send off the entry form too late and pay a late fee) and I don't have top-up fees but I do pay a lot of money in one lump sum. This is not for food, water or gas. It is not for bills or the telephone or the internet. It is for:
Books.
If I get into my A-Levels next year I will look into second-hand books because however many I had to get for my GCSE, there will be a lot more for the next level of the education ladder.
General fiction books such as Wuthering Heights, Brighton Rock and Mcbeth cost aproximatly £7-8
Non fiction books such as my history text cost £17-18

What is the shining light in this? My government and poltics course. I may not have to buy many books at all because the government, who are apparently falling over themselves in joy that someone has taken an intrest in the subject and that people may actually vote, give free stuff to students. Leaflets and brouchures galore. They come from the parties and from the EU. Apparently they almost give too much free information. This may be the shining light but I still think that I shall have to get a summer job (harder than it sounds) to pay for the others.

Birthday! Michael is 18 today and his brother has come home to get him drunk.
I should be 18 in exactly 6 months (also being born on a 14th) which is starting to seem really grown up. And it also adds another level of annoyingness to the fact that I have never had a boyfriend.
Rachel (my sister) will be 21 in June.		  
     

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372 questions - can anyone tell I'm bored?   
09:15pm 11/04/2004
 
mood: tired
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The cliff and the pirates   
11:14am 11/04/2004
 
mood: scared
music: Remy Zero - Prophecy
Arrgh. My enitre carrer/education plans are at the edge of a cliff at the moment with a sword pushed in their back and pirates commanding them to jump or be pushed. Either way they are informed that they are going to die.
Come on hopes and dreams, hang in their just a few more months. Learn all the knowledge about the sword that you can. Learn how to twist it and what it's secrets are. Focus on the sword against you but don't forget that the other three pirates are waiting to pounce, even if two seem to have run off and are enjoying some drinks down the pub, not interested in ruining my dreams.
The cliff: A failing grade in one of my GCSEs
The main pirate: Maths
The secondry pirate (ready to take over if my dreams manage to stomp out the leader) : History
The two slacker pirates down the pub: English lang and lit. They are still avalible to be called if I defeat the two main dangers but I doubt if they can get to the cliff edge in time.
The sword: My intense fear or failing my GCSE grade in maths and ruining my future prospects.

I have a map planned out in my mind. Here goes:
1. Pass all four GCSEs
2. Go onto AS levels next year. I have had an interview with college and, even though I should not be allowed (you need five at a grade c or above to do AS) they are letting me have a conditional offer. If I get a B or higher on at least one of my English subjects and I get a C pass or higher in the other three then I am allowed to do the AS next year. These are hopefully:
Drama and Theature studies
English Literature and Language
Government and Politics
Single Science (GCSE)
3. Pass exams and do them at A2 the next year. Pick up a new AS to replace the science GCSE.
4. Go to UEA (University of East Anglia) and get a masters degree in either Eng lang or lit.
5. Take a teaching course.
6. Become a teacher of either Eng lang or lit in England or possibly in USA.

All of this plan hinges on my ability to twist those swords. They don't have to come out in a shape like a balloon animal, except hopefully one of the English subjects will form something. They just have to be pointing away from my dreams long enough for me to kick them off the edge of the cliff or send them scampering away.

So, to acheive this, I need to pass Maths. To pass maths I need to revise. I am almost at the end of the algebra section (on foundation/intermediate and intermediate/higher) of GCSE bitesize revision http://www.bbc.co.uk/schools/gcsebitesize/maths/
I have a sort-of-plan on my revision:
Do bitesize
Read through maths text book
Practice tests
Read through revision book

Hopefully this will be enough firepower to twist those swords.		  
     

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Everyone Has Them   
10:57am 11/04/2004
 
mood: irritated
music: Nickelback - How you remind me
First things first, I have not updated recently because I have been very busy with college and have hardly been online at all. For more information, read the post that shall fall above this one.

Now, onto this topic. Everyone has at least one of each of these things:
1. An irrational fear/phobia
2. An unusual fear of an animal
3. A least favourite element (from Fire, Ice, Lightning and Water)
4. Something they hate about their personality
5. Something they can not stand to be called

Here are my things (warning, may turn into rant(s))
1. Marlyin Manson. I don't know what it is, people who look like him are fine but there is just something about him that really, really scares me. If I was in a room and Charles Manson, M. Manson and M. Monroe appeared I would be more scared of Marlyin Manson (despite the fact that one would be a ghost and one a murderer.)
2. Ladybirds. Maybe it is because I don't like things crawling on me and that you are supposed to get a wish if they fly off your finger. I think it goes deeper though - There was an epidemic in East Anglia when I was a baby and apparently they took over the garden. That might be why.
3. Fire. I have been scared of being burnt since I was young and, apart from hanging, it is the worst death I can imagine. My favourite one is ice.
4. The fact that I get jelous easily. Very easily.
5. "Cheat/Cheater" you can call me a slag or a slut and that isn't so bad (though I can't work out how you would justify it) you can call me fat, geek, freak, ugly. You can call me a bitch or a cow. You can even call me a Son of a Bitch (which I have been called, despite being female.) You can practically call me any insult you want as long as you do not call me a cheater. It is the one thing I can not stand to be called and I fly into a rage when it is suggested, even in joke form. I don't know why this happens but it is the most hurtful thing you can call me in the world.
Please do not use that knowledge against me.		  
     

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09:22am 25/12/2003
 
mood: good
music: Evan and joe- the distance
Merry [insert festive holiday choice] to everyone!

I'm trying to get my mum's present ready before she realises that I am awake. It's a CD of her favourite songs.		  
     

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07:01pm 15/12/2003
 
mood: creative
music: Sarah McLachlan - Full of Grace
I should probably have updated my fanfiction recently. My last update was on 16/7/03 that long ago *grimaces* real-life decided to pay me a visit and I sort of forgot about it.

Today was mad. My mum got a letter from Grandad's soliciter (her dad, he died quite a while back now, either one or two years) saying that his house had been sold, and giving her the amount from his will.
So she thought that Shelia, the woman who had lived with him had died and she was really upset. Though it turns out that she has only moved house.		  
     

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12:05pm 23/11/2003
 
mood: tired
music: Limp Bizkit - Take a Look Around
I don't think Ben found out. I also have a crush on Richard now.
I'm very bored.
I think I have worked out what to buy Jaz for Christmas but I'm stuck for ideas with Michael and Susan.		  
     

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08:25pm 20/10/2003
 
mood: pleased
music: Junior Senior - Move Your Feet
24 hours from now, Ben will probably know I have a crush on him.
My whole English Language class (minus two or three peopel who were away) knows.
Marcus is in English Language and History (which Ben and me are in tomorrow. I bribed him for his silence with some words from the print-out of The Destructors (by G. Greene,) but it might not make a difference.
I wonder if I should run away now, or just hide in bed till Wednesday.

On a better note- I have got two A grades today, possibly the first ever. One was for my Room with a View essay and the other was for my Destructors story. Both were first draft. I think I have two A grades anyway. I know I do in my Lit (RWAV) and I think my teacher in Lang said that he doesn't see why I can't get an A out of my story (D). I think he said it anyway.
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The ultimate man?   
08:54pm 17/10/2003
 
mood: giddy
music: Def Leppard - When Love and Hate Collide
I got bored and decided to create the 'ultimate man.'
He has the overall mmm-ness of Ben (my newest almost-certainly crush) that I can't work out exactly what it is, the niceness of John, the humour of Michael and the looks of Richard (Richard when his face is not flushed red and his hair soaked and matted together.)

There, the ultimate man.

I'm bored now as well. I have noone to talk to. Might go on rumandmonkey chat room and see if anyone is there. Dead Like Me starts in a few minutes anyway.		  
     

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Birthdays!   
06:53pm 15/10/2003
 
mood: happy
music: Meredith Brooks - Bitch
I turned 17 yesterday!
Cherryl turned 16 last monday!

Birthdays all around!		  
     

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03:44pm 11/10/2003
 
mood: sleepy
I have found a community just now at: http://www.livejournal.com/community/dailysoulsearch/ which, as far as I can tell, is not religious.
Here are the questions (and my answers) for the last 5 days.

Do you think that two people need to be of a similar intelligence level in order to have a workable friendship? Do you feel that you are smarter than most of your friends, or about the same level of intelligence, or not as intelligent? Have you ever had a friend whom you felt was significantly more or less intelligent than you?
I don't think that you need to be as smart or dumb as someone to be friends. I think I may be slightly smarter than some of my friends, but how would I know? It's not like we sat down and took tests. For all I know, they could be secret rocket scientists.

What is the most difficult thing you've ever had to tell someone? Who was it? Where did you find the courage to say it?
I'm not sure about this one. Not sure at all. I don't think I have had to say that many difficult things to people. Maybe telling my mum I was becoming interestedin Wicca. I don't know, could be anything I've said, or nothing at all.

If someone offered you a huge sum of cash, say, ten million US dollars or the equivalent, but the catch was that in exchange you would never find true love and/or would have to give up the true love you've already found, would you take the money? What would be the reason for your decision?
I would leave the money. I think love, real love, is probably the most pure emotion there is, and I would not want it taken away from me (if I'm ever able to find it.)

What is your attitude toward work? Are you the sort of person who is self-motivated and ambitious, or do you do just enough to get you through to the weekend? Does your attitude toward work carry over into other areas of your life?
I am taking this to mean my collage-work, seeing as I don't have a job. I work hard in classes, but I won't put that much time into studying about it, or planning it.

If you found out today that you only had six more months to live, how would you spend those six months?
I don't know. Possibly try to see all the members of my family I could. Tell people if I had crushes on them. Sit on my bed and cry for the whole six months.

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Someone actually posted in my community I started my_hero_tv. It was over a month ago though, and I doubt they will be back.		  
     

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A survey. (Longish)   
03:34pm 11/10/2003
 
mood: cheerful
music: Brandy - Everything I do (I do it for you)
Pick up the nearest book and write a sentence at random from it: “As an apparent record of first-hand acquaintance, this has to be taken seriously, but there are three aspects of it which provoke caution.” From ‘The Triumph of the Moon- A History of Modern Pagan Witchcraft’ by ‘Ronald Hutton’
Do you like having your picture taken?: I don’t mind having my picture taken, but there are almost no recent ones of me around at all.

Ever bought a CD for just one song?: Probably

Do you read your horoscope?: Occasionally

If you could only talk to one person online, who would that be?: Susan

What color is the inside of your head when you close your eyes?: Depends what is outside it. If I’m facing sunlight, a bright, light orange. If not, a faded black.

Do you find you use internet language when writing notes in real life?: No.

When you're talking do you ever use your hands to do quotation marks in the air when saying certain words? Rarely

Ever seriously questioned your sanity?: Yup

When you dream do you see what's happening in a character's view or a camera type view?: Mostly in my dreams, I see from my view. If I’m not in it though, I see from a camera view. Technically, I don’t see anything. I know what is happening in the dreams, as though I could see images, but I don’t actually see them.

Have you ever kept a New Year's resolution?: Not that I know of.

Who has the best taste in music out of all your friends?: Not sure.

What is your school mascot?: I’m at collage, and I don’t think we have one.

Do you wish your teeth were whiter?: Yes. Much. I despised the taste of mint when I was younger, and never brushed them apart from when my mum forced me to. I don’t think they will ever be a proper white.

Do you laugh at your own jokes?: Yes.

What word instantly makes you smile?: I don’t know.

How many phone numbers do you have remembered and can say off the top of your head?: My home number.

What was the best Halloween costume you ever had?: The only one I ever had was a pointed hat, possibly with a cloak, but I don’t think so.

Can you limbo?: I very much doubt it. I can’t do the opposite either (High Jump) I get scared and literally can’t make myself jump. I don’t know why at all.

You're a vampire; what's worse, never seeing a photo/reflection of yourself, never being able to eat or drink what's not blood, or never seeing sunlight again?: Not being able to eat or drink what’s not blood.
Do you say random stuff like "I like Snickers" when you are having a conversation about something totally different?: Not usually. Occasionally, my mind will wander and I’ll say something that is to do with an earlier conversation with that person.

Name all the Teletubbies right now: Tinky-Winky, Poe, La-La and Dipsy. Teletubbies are scary.

Would you ever call someone a racist name?: Nope. Maybe if I was absolutely stressed and was in a slagging match, but I most likely wouldn’t.

Do you think Vlad is a cool name?: Yup.

Did you know it is Dracula's first name?: Possibly. If I had thought about it more, I might have remembered. Maybe.

What do you think is going to take over humans and rule the world?: Television? I’m not sure.

What is your IQ?: Don’t know. I think it was 104 (from a test the nation show)

Have you ever killed your own dinner?: No.

Would you prefer a spork or a spoon and fork?: A spoon and fork, I have never used a spork.

Favorite of the seven dwarves?: Dopey

Ever laughed so hard that what you were drinking spewed out of your nose?: No. I’ve laughed so hard that it falls out of my mouth, or goes down my throat the wrong way and I start choking on it though.

Wasn't Josie and the Pussycats a stupid movie?: Never seen it.

Wasn't Shrek an awesome movie?: It was quite good.

What did you think of the movie Turner and Hooch?: Never seen that one either.

Have you ever dissected a frog?: No.

How long have you been living at your current residence?: About 16 and ½ years.		  
     

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06:01am 09/10/2003
 
mood: bored
music: The Foundations - Build me up buttercup
I woke up in the dark this morning. My bredroom light was not on, I was scared. I managed to turn my tv on at the wall and then on the screen though, so that was better.
It seems that all the celing lights have gone- one must have blown out and tripped the switch or something.
I managed to use the toilet in very deep darkness. The most amazing part of this is that I actually find it, and walk through a dark bathroom and landing.
I either have hayfever or a cold.		  
     

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09:06pm 04/10/2003
 
mood: tired
music: Squirrel Nut Zippers - Hell
I feel dizzy.
I couldn't even sit up before without almost falling over and I still can't stand up too well.
Last time I felt like this, it was a Saturday, like today is, and later that day (to my knowledge, and after my dizzy spell) was when I fell over in the kitchen with my knee and ended up on crutches.
Not that I'm paranoid or anything, I'm just going to avoid the kitchen.

Katy (or Katie, I'm not sure which) who is in my English Language and History classes, apparently told Michael (English Lang and Lit) that him and I looked really cosy and were spending loads of time together, or something and asked him if we were going out.
I find this funny. I wound him up after he told me, because he said what he had said in a really offended voice and I pretended to be offended by him sounding so offended.
In the end I actually had to explain to him that I was messing with his head.
I absolutly love collage to pieces. People talk to me, and I takl to them back. They are not horrible to me. They laugh at my jokes (and at my laugh.) I think Michael said that I laughed to much, probably because my laugh is a strange one, and he goes "will somebody please tie this girl up" and someone yelled across the room "didn't know you liked that sort of thing."
Back in High School I would have been devestated, because it would have been people making fun of me probably, this time however, I was just able to laugh it off. It was funny.
I don't know what has happened to John. He was in first maths on Wednesday, but never showed up for the second, and he wasn't in English Lit on Thursday (he has actually come to sit next to me before, and does talk to me) and I don't think that I have any classes with him on Friday (I don't know why he doesn't have IT for Maths or if he got it sorted out or what.)
There was a quiz in induction days about literacy and numeracy. It was very easy.
On Literacy I got 71/72 and on numeracy I got 45/50. I am proud.
People keep telling me in Eng Lit and Lang that I will get 'A' grades.
I have to do all my coursework by Christmas. Which is three rough drafts of Eng Lit, possibly at least two pieces of Eng Lang, and two of Maths. We don't have coursework in History, instead we have three essays because my teacher says that it is just too hard to get people to do good coursework.

I got heat rash or something yesterday. In October. In England. Every exposed part of me felt like it was on fire; arms, face, neck, area between top of breasts and neck, hands. If I stopped scratching for two seconds at a time, I felt like my skin was in terriblr pain.
It was not fun at all.
I have had heat rash once before, a bit more than a year ago. Not in October.		  
     

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09:09pm 16/09/2003
 
mood: confused
music: Stacie Orrico - (There's gotta be) more to life
I am finally free!
I have no crush on Paul now.
I ran into him today. The last time that I saw him was in October when I had a huge crush on him.
This now leaves me free to have a crush on John (mmmm, John.)
I have no idea if he has noticed me much. *This is an excerpt from my conversation with Susan just now, because I can't be bothered to type it out again.*

think that he might have been flirting with me because we were sitting on the other sides of the Eng. Lit. classroom yesterday and I couldn't stop myself from sneaking quite a few looks at him (esspecially because the top of his shirt was open. Not enough to see any chest really, but it was great.) and I kept catching his eye by mistake (and looking away, partly unintentionally.) *more msg n min
I am free! says:
and sometimes when I looked up, he was looking either at me, the girl next to me, or half the girl next to her. And it looked as though he was glancing out of the corner of his eye in my general direction.
I am free! says:
We have talked before (but only because of the teachers not turning up and wrong classrooms and things

*Except finished*
Another from later on:
I am free! says:
It's like I'm split into three people at the moment.
I am free! says:
Person one is saying that I should just grow up, stop being pathetic and just say "would you like to go out sometime" at which persons two and three cringe and I get a sick feeling in my stomach but I nice one in my head
I am free! says:
person two is saying "what are you thinking about? Why would he look at someone so stupid, ugly, pathetic and 16 as you.* This one leaves me with a lonely feeling in my head
Y r boys So god damn Arrogant says:
FOR GOD SAKE DONT DO THE FIRST ONE YETY
Y r boys So god damn Arrogant says:
YET
I am free! says:
and a sick stomach
I am free! says:
person three:
Y r boys So god damn Arrogant says:
YOU'LL SCARE HIM OFF
I am free! says:
I'm going through all options. Don't have a go yet
Y r boys So god damn Arrogant says:
U MITE HAVE THE WRONG END OF THE STICK
I am free! says:
Person three is saying "flirt. Make your joke about taking bets on whether the teacher turns up this time. Try to do what the magazine said and hold his gaze if they cross again. Play it safe and don't become a melted puddle of jumbled words and asthmatic breathing."
I am free! says:
Person three is probably right.
I am free! says:
It feels okay in my head and not sick in my stomach
I am free! says:
but person two is os much easiert to deal with
I am free! says:
But I really don't want this to end up like Kavick or Josh or Paul
I am free! says:
where I'm too shy to mention anything

*Excerpt finished.*

I think that I am choosing to listen to person Three. If I can. I have grown up in loads of ways since High School and I just love my new "if you don't like me then why should I care what you think? I'm better off without you." attitude.
I don't think that this extends to crushes yet though. Though before I probably wouldn't have even comtemplated persons three or one.

I think that I must sound strange, saying that I am split into three persons. Maybe I should have used the phrase 'view-points.'		  
     

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Just thought that I would update you...   
07:25pm 12/09/2003
  On the last three days.
Well, I've had my first lessons, with mixed results. I think that the main thing, however, was the fact that I went in all five days! That would not seem like much to most people, but, compared to how I used to be at High Schools, this is great.

Wednesday: My first maths lesson went fine, I sat at the same table as Sarah and the teacher was quite good.
Then there was an hour for lunch. I walked around with Sarah and after a while, we decided to go inside (because it was very cold, it had been raining before so everywhere was wet, and there was nothing to do) and wait for our next lesson (maths, with a different teacher.)
We were there half an hour early. After a while, other people from the class joined us in waiting. After a bit more waiting, the teacher was ten minutes late. After a lot more waiting around and being incredibally bored, he was fourty minutes late, and without explanation. Most people left then. There were five girls left (that includes me) and after five minutes, they left, leaving me on my own. Then John (on his second circle round) came back and we compleated our homework from the lesson before. Then we went over to the 16+ center and told them that our teacher had never turned up and I think that they said that he was in an A or AS level course, which was why he had not turned up. I think they said that they would sort it out.
Then (because our class would not have finished for about an hour anyway) we both had time to kill, and John said that he had been trying to find Jenny Green (our tutor) because he did not know what lesson he was supposed to be in for Eng. Lit. the next day, and I told him what I had been told (if there is not a room posted uop, go to AA29.) Then I showed him where to find the GCSE noticeboard, because he did not know where what I think was his media studies class was. Then we both went to the libary, after about five minutes or so, I went on a hunt for my classes the next day, got bored, and headed over to the student union to get my card, only to find it closed.

Thursday:
I got in in the morning, and had no room for my Eng. Lang. class. I was going to find Jenny Green to ask if I should just to go the room it said for my Monday lesson, but I could not find her, do I decided to find it.
It has to be the most difficult room in the entire school to find. MF01. After a short while, I went back to the main entrance to start again. Then I bumped into Chrystal (I think that is how to you spell it) who had been in the half the tutor group that stayed with us on Tuesday. She agreed to help look, as she did not know where it was either, and needed it for a lesson later that day.
After about half an hour/ forty minutes, we found it. I waited there (as it was still 20 minutes or so until my leson started) and after a while, two other girls for my lesson showed up. Then a teacher went into the room teaching AS Level English Literature (arrgh) so we were obviously in the wrong place. Eventually, there were five of us girls there, and we decided that noone was going to turn up with an explanation, so we would go to 16+ and ask.
We did and I think we were sent to the GCSE message board, which said, surprise surprise, MF01! Where we were. A guy, who I think might be the head of GCSE, told us where to go and we finally got to our lesson! (Another student joines us somewhere along the line and went with us.)
Then, after lunch, I went to AA29 (to find my Eng. Lit. lesson and was in the middle of the art block.) But then, some older people began showing up and going into the classroom and I decided to go back to the message board and find out what was happening. On the way I decided not to and headed back. On the way back, I ran into one of the girls who had been in the mix-up with me that morning, and she said that they were A or AS level Media Studies students going in there. We decided to go to 16+ (yes, again!) to say that the room was wrong. As we were going out, John was going into the building. I told him that there was another class in there and we were going to find out what was happening, and he joined me and the other girl (who is named Jenny.)
Then we ended up following the man (from earlier that morning) around. At the message board, another guy joined us to find the classroom and one of John's friends from school a while back stopped for a bit. The man had no idea what was going on, and it looked like the room was being double booked. After a while, he took us to AA29, where they were moving the Media Studies students out, and letting us go in. We had a lesson.

Friday (today.)
I found the right classroom (for IT for maths) okay and we waited for our teacher to turn up, who was only a few minutes late, and went off to find the security code for the door. She came back a few minutes later and then found out it was locked as well, so I think she might have gone to find the key. Then a guy came and let us in. We had to type who was only a few minutes late, and went off to find the security code for the door. She came back a few minutes later and then found out it was locked as well, so I think she might have gone to find the key. Then a guy came and let us in.
We then had to type some stuff up (like our name and it experience) and print it off. My computer was the only one that was not connected to the printer, and would not let me connect it. We couldn't get it fixed. Then we had to do some Microsoft Word exercises and Sarah (who was on the computer next to me) and the teacher seemed to be surprised by how fast I typed (I do go quite fast sometimes, it is because I know where all my letter keys are and I typed loads for my stories (not many of which get too far) so I'm used to typing.
Then lunch. I got my NUS (National Union of Students) card (which means I can get some discounts up the city (by the way, at the moment, whenever I type 'The City' I am refering to Norwich.) and went to find where my history lesson was. There was a security guy standing outside the building it was in, I think he was a security guy, and he would not let anyone in. I think I heard someone say that it was stupid to close it down because of a funny smell.
We were allowed in before the lessons started and waited outside the room. I think a teacher said that our teacher wasn't in that day, but I think it was him who came to take the class, so we got in.
18 or so minutes later, the whole Blackney Building is evacuated because someone smelt gas. We are sent home as the lesson is cancelled. I did get to have the earlier bus home though because of that.
So, I have had one lesson go according to plan, one teacher never show up, the wrong classroom told to me for a lesson, a classroom double-booked, the only computer not printing (I chose it as well, I was first in the room) and a class that was evacuated after eighteen minutes.
It was an okay week though I think. Even if I am quite tired out now.		  
     

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06:58am 10/09/2003
 
mood: excited
I should be leaving for collage soon, so I thought that I would fill you in on what has happened:

John is no lonoger cute. Facial (or however you spell/pronounce it) is
I might actually become friends with Sarah. She does not seem so rough when she is not around Misty (that other girl, I don't know if I spelt that right either.)
Everyone at collage had to take a numeracy and literacy test (mine was yesterday) and it was so simple. One of the questions was 8 + what = 8?
One groups tutor was out sick again, so her group got split up between ours and another persons. There was a guy in there who looked so much like Matthew Bailey (although this guy had less acne) it was unbelivable. I think that he said his name was Alan though.

My first lessons are today (both maths.)		  
     

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06:08am 09/09/2003
 
mood: sick
music: Colin Hay - Overkill
I would not wish this onmy worst enemy. Honest.
Because of, what is most likely hayfever, I have a streaming nose, the occasional moment when my eye feels heavy, chapped lips (possibly from lack of moisture.)I can almost not breath through my nose at all, and only recently am I getting some proper air through my mouth and I think that headaches are about resy to unleash themselves on my head.
My throat is starting to hurt less now, it doesn't feel like it is on fire every single time that I swallow or even take sips of drink.
Despite this: I am going to go to collage today! Even if I feel a lot worst when the bus gets here (at 7:37) or through the day.

What happened yesterday:
My mum and dad took me in the car (nice of them, I wasn't really wanting to have 1hr 59min before I had to do anything.
The first person I asked had no idea where the Drama Centre (where I was supposed to go) was. The second person did.
We waited around for ages. We started to get sorted about quarter of an hour later.
We were all sorted into about five groups (I was in the last group) and we went to our form rooms.
On the way, I met this person called Sarah who seemed quite nice.
We had two girls who had been told to go in that da and were not meant to. After they were got rid of, I don't know where to, we whad three girls in the form room, and nine boys (I think.)
After a while of Jenny Green (our form tutor) talking and other stuff, we were made to follow what was like a treasure hunt. I was with the other two girls. The other one (I don't know who she was) tossed her worksheet in the bin and went off to Sainsbury's.
We didn't have to follow her though.
After lunch (in the form room) Jenny talked some more, and then we had to do another worksheet about our rights and responsibilities at collage. I was the only one out of the girls who did any work. That's not to say that Sarah didn't read some of my answers out, as though she had done the work.
Then I joined the libary (of my own free will, I love libarys.)
I missed the bus to get home (and even after, I could not find the bus-stop)so mum and dad agreed to pick me up (even though it took fourty minutes of standing around, waiting.) It does not take that long to get there though. Maybe the dogs were being difficult about being put to bed so early.

I think that I probably won't become friends with Sarah. She seems a bit rough.
Someone tapped me on the arm and said my name, I didn't recognise the face, and I had to leave for the worksheet anyway.		  
     

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08:58pm 02/09/2003
 
mood: cheerful
I go on Monday but the first two days are induction days, so I actually start lessons on Wednesday.
Here is how it works:

Monday- 9:30 to 11:30 English Literature 13:00 to 15:10 or 15:15 English Language.
Tuesday- 9:00 to 11:00 History 11:00 to 12:00 Tutorial (I have no idea what this is.)
Wednesday- 9:00 to 11:00 Maths 12:00 to 14:30 Maths
Thursday- 9:00 to 11:15 English Lang 14:00 to 16:00 English Lit
Friday- 11:00 to 12:00 IT for maths 13:00 to 15:00 History

I think my favourite day out of them would be Friday (for the lessons.)

I'm really excited about all of this. My nanna said that she was really proud and 10 feet tall and she would have to squash herself down to be able to go to bed.		  
     

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