Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Frustration
My frustration levels have suddenly hit an all time high this year. I realised I've become very agitated and irate towards anyone and everything. I think it is more so I'm nearing the end of school and I still have lots of shit to do. Not only that, but the gay teachers have decided that they will pull giant essays to be due in the last day of school (well, the last day before the exams) and they expect me to do the assignment at hand and not worry about some 25-40% exam mark at the end of the term. Which coincidentally is in three weeks.
Three weeks mother fuckers. I have little over two weeks to: finish assignments, and study for the exams. Well you say, year 11 exams shouldn't be that demanding and impact on my grade. But it's more like the assignments are going to be pains in the asses, because I know I can't sit down and do more than two, three assignments in one sitting. I'd have to spread it out, and in between the assignments I'd have to study for 5 exams. They say (well from what I hear) that year 11 is a small step from year 10 and that year 12 should be twice the work load. But fuck me dead, there has been more than one step, it's more like a leap over a giant lake. Sure the teachers say, kids can get assignments done and then still have enough time to study. That philosophy would be right, IF THERE WAS ONLY ONE CLASS A SEMESTER. But nooo, there is six classes, six times the work load, and absolutely no time on my hands.
I can tell when next year is going to be an absolute disaster, when you hear people talking about the year 12 formal (graduation for some people). Not so much as talking about it, but deciding who they are going to take and what they are going to wear. AIEEEE *runs off a cliff*. If you hadn't noticed, the ball inside me that was once a sphere of angst and absolute hatred has imploded into a cube of massive proportions. Spare the metaphors, I'm more pissed off (and hiding it the best of my ability) than ever and people at school do not help at all.
There are two different waiting types that I hate. The first one: having to wait to go to the toilet because someone is already on there, and the other one being waiting for something that will never come when you want it to. The latter happens to me all the time, whether I'm waiting for a phone call (or SMS, if I'm even that special), or I'm waiting for something to arrive in the mail that is slightly important. When I sit around waiting for the bastard, the thing never comes until I begin doing something else or it comes whilst I'm doing something important (like waiting for someone to get off the toilet, Hua Hua Hua).
I have some more to say but I have to finish off my chemistry prac, and considering Skitz Mix 19 has just finished playing and I'm now listening to Macy Gray, I need to find something else for winamp to play.
Three weeks mother fuckers. I have little over two weeks to: finish assignments, and study for the exams. Well you say, year 11 exams shouldn't be that demanding and impact on my grade. But it's more like the assignments are going to be pains in the asses, because I know I can't sit down and do more than two, three assignments in one sitting. I'd have to spread it out, and in between the assignments I'd have to study for 5 exams. They say (well from what I hear) that year 11 is a small step from year 10 and that year 12 should be twice the work load. But fuck me dead, there has been more than one step, it's more like a leap over a giant lake. Sure the teachers say, kids can get assignments done and then still have enough time to study. That philosophy would be right, IF THERE WAS ONLY ONE CLASS A SEMESTER. But nooo, there is six classes, six times the work load, and absolutely no time on my hands.
I can tell when next year is going to be an absolute disaster, when you hear people talking about the year 12 formal (graduation for some people). Not so much as talking about it, but deciding who they are going to take and what they are going to wear. AIEEEE *runs off a cliff*. If you hadn't noticed, the ball inside me that was once a sphere of angst and absolute hatred has imploded into a cube of massive proportions. Spare the metaphors, I'm more pissed off (and hiding it the best of my ability) than ever and people at school do not help at all.
There are two different waiting types that I hate. The first one: having to wait to go to the toilet because someone is already on there, and the other one being waiting for something that will never come when you want it to. The latter happens to me all the time, whether I'm waiting for a phone call (or SMS, if I'm even that special), or I'm waiting for something to arrive in the mail that is slightly important. When I sit around waiting for the bastard, the thing never comes until I begin doing something else or it comes whilst I'm doing something important (like waiting for someone to get off the toilet, Hua Hua Hua).
I have some more to say but I have to finish off my chemistry prac, and considering Skitz Mix 19 has just finished playing and I'm now listening to Macy Gray, I need to find something else for winamp to play.
posted by jarryd at
10/27/2004 11:07:00 PM

Check your phone gorgeous!
9:04 PMThat doesn't help matters at all. Thoughtful though.
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