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ravenThe first thing that happened this morning is Kara stopping me in the corridor. She told me how much she liked the piece of writing I had in the school magazine. I was surprised, firstly because she read it, secondly because she knew who I am, and thirdly... well, do I need a thirdly?
Writing is the recurring theme. Just had English, in the sunlit room upstairs. I do like the sunlight and how it shines directly on my desk, but it does make it hard for me to think clearly. We had to write a letter about something we felt strongly about. For twenty minutes, I just sat there. I couldn't think of anything. Finally, I picked homophobia as my topic, but I didn't write very well. Only just made it to two sides, and it's all confused raven-rambling. I can never think straight when I have to. Exams are another prime example.
Mrs Williams is in the other computer room, so I've had to come into the quiet one. SHe's teaching IT to the thirds, something I find it hard to get my head round. She's a bloody Chemistry teacher. And she's teaching them how to make fucking websites. We were never taught to do that... although, when I mentioned that to Becca, she reminded me that when we were thirds, the computers were ten-year-old Apple Macs, and the internet hadn't been invented yet. Well, not quite. It had been invented, and I had it at home, but very few people did. And I'd never even heard of HTML. Not that the thirds are using HTML. They're using Frontpage. Whoop. I don't like listening on their lessons. They make me feel old.
History next. Nothing like it for making you feel old.
Writing is the recurring theme. Just had English, in the sunlit room upstairs. I do like the sunlight and how it shines directly on my desk, but it does make it hard for me to think clearly. We had to write a letter about something we felt strongly about. For twenty minutes, I just sat there. I couldn't think of anything. Finally, I picked homophobia as my topic, but I didn't write very well. Only just made it to two sides, and it's all confused raven-rambling. I can never think straight when I have to. Exams are another prime example.
Mrs Williams is in the other computer room, so I've had to come into the quiet one. SHe's teaching IT to the thirds, something I find it hard to get my head round. She's a bloody Chemistry teacher. And she's teaching them how to make fucking websites. We were never taught to do that... although, when I mentioned that to Becca, she reminded me that when we were thirds, the computers were ten-year-old Apple Macs, and the internet hadn't been invented yet. Well, not quite. It had been invented, and I had it at home, but very few people did. And I'd never even heard of HTML. Not that the thirds are using HTML. They're using Frontpage. Whoop. I don't like listening on their lessons. They make me feel old.
History next. Nothing like it for making you feel old.
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on 2003-03-06 05:47 am (UTC)All the programming for my website is still done by hand, original code without the aid of programs like FrontPage. I do incorporate the newer elements like CSS but I still write it all myself.
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on 2003-03-06 09:13 am (UTC)Although, things might be different now if I'd been
Although, things might be different now if I'd been <i<taught</i> website design in school...