"As a matter of fact, honey, I know this act..."
I don't know why I am writing this now, after finishing 6th year, its probably due to the fact exam results are due and everyone is panicking. Yet I can officially say I don't give a shit. And this is the story of why not.
Let your minds wander back to my 5th year...
4th year was a doodle, 6 credits, 1 Int 2 and a 3 in Maths. (but I suck at maths, so care not)
So I wasn't expecting the shit that came flying at me in 5th year, but granted I worked hard in my classes, until one teacher decided to destroy every inch of self respect I had. Most of you know who this teacher is, most of you in that class know what I am talking about, she made it obvious to everyone that her mission was to make me suffer...in fact she even used to talk about me to the class while I was out it, they couldn't keep their mouth shut and told me.
And I reacted like I normally do, I made it my mission to do the opposite of everything she told me to do, and my work, well lets just say it suffered. Badly.
I regret this because when result day came, lets just say to all you fifth years preying for 5 A's... what I got would make you suicidal.
(only plus being I passed English and History really well. And got an A in maths...but that was Int 2 so is irrelevant)
AND 6th year. Well the school fucked up my classes, so year word of warning too, anyone taking advanced higher's, it too many people fail the class will be cancelled. Two of mine were. Anyway, the school fucked up. So I left...and then the college fucked up...so I came back to taking 4 classes I generally didn't give a shit about. One of them I had a panic attack in during the prelim, ah fun times. By this time, my general feeling was I CAN'T BE ARSED ANYMORE.
And the final straw, I was under pressure for numerous, yet unnamed sources (and my parents) to stay at home this year, for numerous reasons. So I decided to listen and do my first year of Uni at college (which I got a unconditional for, which to me is stupid. To do my first year of Uni somewhere else, I need less than I do for what I need to do it at the actual Uni.).
But the final final straw is this...my parents decided I don't need to stay at home anymore. After making me decide to stay.
So the moral of the story is this, my dear 5th and 4th years. DON'T TAKE ART.
So for brighter topics. Hello blogger thingy. Long time no see. Since my last post which I accidentally deleted, I left school, turned 18, threw a party and started job seekers, yes my friend job seekers. For two months, still I start college. I am now David Cameron's number one enemy, and yes I am stealing you taxes. Well not really, my parents steal half and call it "rent" and they pay taxes so in the long run...
Oh and speaking of rent, an Olga Katarzyna Gromala (please say I spelt that right) mentioned Rent in her last blog, which has re-sparked my obsession with the wonderful musical which my friends mocked me for the first time around. Haha, that's right I remembered I was going to make you watch it, and I shall...you know who I'm talking too...Its a goddamn rock opera people, hardly Phantom of the Opera.
What else...well I am going to see 30 Second to Mars in December despite the fact I grew out of them the same time as I grew out of MCR, but meh. And I am currently looking for my own flat or shared house in Dunfermline, preferably my own flat, better for parties and I don't get on well with...well people in general. And I am lined up for a job at Sky which means if I find a flat, I get free Sky+, broadband and phone, so very few bills for me. It also means money, £300 a fortnight...and the average flat rent is £300 a month there, and with my student loans on top...yes just say I CAN afford it.
However if anyone reading this feel a sudden urge to move to Dunfermline, I am willing to share with people I can stand...in fact it would be easier. SO people fuck Uni and move in with me.
That is all.
Erin Out.
I don't know why I am writing this now, after finishing 6th year, its probably due to the fact exam results are due and everyone is panicking. Yet I can officially say I don't give a shit. And this is the story of why not.
Let your minds wander back to my 5th year...
4th year was a doodle, 6 credits, 1 Int 2 and a 3 in Maths. (but I suck at maths, so care not)
So I wasn't expecting the shit that came flying at me in 5th year, but granted I worked hard in my classes, until one teacher decided to destroy every inch of self respect I had. Most of you know who this teacher is, most of you in that class know what I am talking about, she made it obvious to everyone that her mission was to make me suffer...in fact she even used to talk about me to the class while I was out it, they couldn't keep their mouth shut and told me.
And I reacted like I normally do, I made it my mission to do the opposite of everything she told me to do, and my work, well lets just say it suffered. Badly.
I regret this because when result day came, lets just say to all you fifth years preying for 5 A's... what I got would make you suicidal.
(only plus being I passed English and History really well. And got an A in maths...but that was Int 2 so is irrelevant)
AND 6th year. Well the school fucked up my classes, so year word of warning too, anyone taking advanced higher's, it too many people fail the class will be cancelled. Two of mine were. Anyway, the school fucked up. So I left...and then the college fucked up...so I came back to taking 4 classes I generally didn't give a shit about. One of them I had a panic attack in during the prelim, ah fun times. By this time, my general feeling was I CAN'T BE ARSED ANYMORE.
And the final straw, I was under pressure for numerous, yet unnamed sources (and my parents) to stay at home this year, for numerous reasons. So I decided to listen and do my first year of Uni at college (which I got a unconditional for, which to me is stupid. To do my first year of Uni somewhere else, I need less than I do for what I need to do it at the actual Uni.).
But the final final straw is this...my parents decided I don't need to stay at home anymore. After making me decide to stay.
So the moral of the story is this, my dear 5th and 4th years. DON'T TAKE ART.
So for brighter topics. Hello blogger thingy. Long time no see. Since my last post which I accidentally deleted, I left school, turned 18, threw a party and started job seekers, yes my friend job seekers. For two months, still I start college. I am now David Cameron's number one enemy, and yes I am stealing you taxes. Well not really, my parents steal half and call it "rent" and they pay taxes so in the long run...
Oh and speaking of rent, an Olga Katarzyna Gromala (please say I spelt that right) mentioned Rent in her last blog, which has re-sparked my obsession with the wonderful musical which my friends mocked me for the first time around. Haha, that's right I remembered I was going to make you watch it, and I shall...you know who I'm talking too...Its a goddamn rock opera people, hardly Phantom of the Opera.
What else...well I am going to see 30 Second to Mars in December despite the fact I grew out of them the same time as I grew out of MCR, but meh. And I am currently looking for my own flat or shared house in Dunfermline, preferably my own flat, better for parties and I don't get on well with...well people in general. And I am lined up for a job at Sky which means if I find a flat, I get free Sky+, broadband and phone, so very few bills for me. It also means money, £300 a fortnight...and the average flat rent is £300 a month there, and with my student loans on top...yes just say I CAN afford it.
However if anyone reading this feel a sudden urge to move to Dunfermline, I am willing to share with people I can stand...in fact it would be easier. SO people fuck Uni and move in with me.
That is all.
Erin Out.
