Why is 'C' called 'Satisfactory' when it's the most unsatisfactory mark a student can get - neither pass nor fail?
Why do adults take the student train and expect schoolkids to give up their seats for them?
Why do teachers use the excuse 'We're just human' but throw tantrums when we say 'We're just kids'?
...Come to think of it, why are teachers allowed to make excuses but we aren't?
Why do we always have to do what they say but they never do what we say?
Why do teachers yell at you if you're dumb and yell even harder if you're smart?
Why do teachers assume they know everything? Why do teachers assume that they're better than us?
Why are teachers allowed to be late but we aren't?
Why are teachers allowed to wear and do whatever they want and we have to wear a uniform?
Why do teachers always use the phrase 'It just makes our job easier'? No-one ever said teaching was easy.
Why are we yelled at if we call in sick and yelled at even harder when we come to school feverish? I've never seen a teacher come to school ill and I've never seen a teacher been scolded for having a cold.
Why do teachers get really pissed when you beat them in something? They're supposed to be happy - it means that someone else has done their job for them.
Why do teachers get really pissed when you correct them about something? They're supposed to be happy - it means they don't have to go to the trouble to teach us to be humble citizens. Oh, wait - don't worry, they never do anyway.
Why do teachers yell at you when you do really messy work because they say 'Presentation is Everything' but give the top marks to the *messiest* essay because 'It's the Content That Counts'?
Why do teachers say we're ungrateful when we ask politely if we can actually learn something this year? It's not like we pointed a gun to their head and said 'Teach us or die'.
Why do teachers say we're ungrateful when we say we can't wait for high school, and that whatever high school is it has to be better than primary? We're just stating the truth - something they supposedly taught us to do.
Why do teachers say we're ungrateful because we're going to a select school instead of the local one? Does it really look like I want to spend another five years slowly dying an excrutiatingly painful death of boredom? I'm half dead already.
Why do teachers always say 'you'll get all of this when you become a teacher' when we complain about their overindulgent priveledges? Does it really look like we want to be teachers, and have this written about us?
"I don't think that being a strong person is about ignoring your emotions and fighting your feelings. Putting on a brave face doesn't mean you're a brave person. That's why everybody in my life knows everything that I'm going through. I can't hide anything from them. People need to realise that being open isn't the same as being weak."
- Taylor Swift
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Saturday, February 07, 2009
A New Life
I'll admit it: last year, I was depressed. I believe that life is too short to spend any moment bored, and to spend a whole year bored drove me crazy. Not to mention all that drama over BSC - I'm so glad that was over - and things just changed too fast for me.
Last year was a bad year.
Now, life's taken a turn for the best. The worst thing that's probably happened this year is that I've ended up with the most uncooperative locker in the school, or that I got makeup on my white school shirt collar, or that our school uniform includes the tackiest socks ever invented. School is fun, challenging, and hectic - I don't have time to be bored, and now I'm concentrating on curbing my rule-bending ways. I've got brilliant friends - the kind of friends who know you for three days but still get you birthday presents - and we run on the same frequency, if you get my gist. My writing dreams seem so close now, much closer than they seemed whilst I was trapped in primary school. I've got teachers that actually care about gifted students - well, even if they don't, they can hardly complain because my school is an academic elite school and everyone is top notch. Competing with the state's best is fun, although it takes some getting used to, not being the best all the time. I don't have to worry about appearing 'too weird' in front of my new friends, because, believe it or not, most of them are just as weird or even weirder than me, if that's even possible.
I've got a new crush as well - I won't tell you his name or anything about him because I think one of my classmates might be reading this and he'll tease the mickey out of me if he found out who it is. I'm taking a break from charming, charismatic, confident guys and going for the sweet and shy type - and this guy I like seems to be loads better than BSC. But I'm not going to rush anything - if one of them asks me out and I like him, I'll go out with him, but I'm not going to be the girlfriend of some random hickey. This year, I'm not so desperate for a boyfriend - I'm cool if I get a couple this year, but I'm also cool if I stay flying solo.
I'm also changing obsessions - the obsessive-compulsive behaviour of Bella Swan gets kind of annoying after a while - and now I'm starting to get into Lord of the Rings - my favourite couple is Eowyn and Faramir, but all but *one* scene of them was cut from Return of the King! It's in the extended edition, and I've watched all the scenes on youtube, but still...they should elaborate on it a bit more. They're the best couple of the series - and they're both Australian. Whoot!
I turned thirteen two days ago, and it was marked with tons of presents from friends I'd known for about three days, a balloon my sister sneaked out of campus to get, train drama and a huge steak for dinner.
At the moment, life is good.
Last year was a bad year.
Now, life's taken a turn for the best. The worst thing that's probably happened this year is that I've ended up with the most uncooperative locker in the school, or that I got makeup on my white school shirt collar, or that our school uniform includes the tackiest socks ever invented. School is fun, challenging, and hectic - I don't have time to be bored, and now I'm concentrating on curbing my rule-bending ways. I've got brilliant friends - the kind of friends who know you for three days but still get you birthday presents - and we run on the same frequency, if you get my gist. My writing dreams seem so close now, much closer than they seemed whilst I was trapped in primary school. I've got teachers that actually care about gifted students - well, even if they don't, they can hardly complain because my school is an academic elite school and everyone is top notch. Competing with the state's best is fun, although it takes some getting used to, not being the best all the time. I don't have to worry about appearing 'too weird' in front of my new friends, because, believe it or not, most of them are just as weird or even weirder than me, if that's even possible.
I've got a new crush as well - I won't tell you his name or anything about him because I think one of my classmates might be reading this and he'll tease the mickey out of me if he found out who it is. I'm taking a break from charming, charismatic, confident guys and going for the sweet and shy type - and this guy I like seems to be loads better than BSC. But I'm not going to rush anything - if one of them asks me out and I like him, I'll go out with him, but I'm not going to be the girlfriend of some random hickey. This year, I'm not so desperate for a boyfriend - I'm cool if I get a couple this year, but I'm also cool if I stay flying solo.
I'm also changing obsessions - the obsessive-compulsive behaviour of Bella Swan gets kind of annoying after a while - and now I'm starting to get into Lord of the Rings - my favourite couple is Eowyn and Faramir, but all but *one* scene of them was cut from Return of the King! It's in the extended edition, and I've watched all the scenes on youtube, but still...they should elaborate on it a bit more. They're the best couple of the series - and they're both Australian. Whoot!
I turned thirteen two days ago, and it was marked with tons of presents from friends I'd known for about three days, a balloon my sister sneaked out of campus to get, train drama and a huge steak for dinner.
At the moment, life is good.
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