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General laziness
Nov. 6th, 2003 04:30 pmNo-one did any work today.
Interesting, as in the morning we were all talking about the change in Extension Studies - Intro to Psychology is over, and we're now doing Political Awareness, whatever that means - and I was annoyed about it because it takes away my precious few frees. And this module will be particularly pointless, because I do Politics A-level!
I went to Politics after that. Mr Evans had some news. Out of our nine person class, six were at the UN thing. The UN thing, as it has been referred to by most people, is one of the other Extension modules, and the people involved prepared speeches on their chosen countries and then went off to Liverpool town hall this morning, and I saw some of them on the train. Anyway, because six people were missing, he gave us the essay titles for this week's homework, and, "Go off and look like you're doing it, but if I see you headed down the chippy I will look the other way."
I didn't go down the chippy, going down to the common room and doing the first of the two questions, but I did go out after that. Slipped off into the village. While I was there I saw the perfect thing for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
purplerainbow's Christmas present. Didn't buy it, though, as I am absolutely skint. All I have in the world is £1.40. I need a job. Which is by the bye. I went back into school at break and sat in the common room again, and discovered that Mrs Mason, who was supposed to be doing our Extension thing, was off on the UN thing, so couldn't teach us. We were supposed to go anyway, but I couldn't be bothered. Stayed where I was and tried to carry on with the Politics, while Bev did stats and Becca did Geography, but in the end she drifted off to talk about Theatre Studies and I lost concentration (not that I had much to start with) and nabbed her nail varnish. My left hand now has lovely silver glitter nails, but I couldn't be bothered with the right hand. Productivity has not been one of my virtues today. I managed to write a whole three paragraphs before we all ambled off to lunch. My lunch pass is still AWOL.
Today is Thursday, so I had to go to Maths-for-Science. Because I didn't have any morning lessons, I didn't mind it as much, but I was slightly worried because I skived the last lesson in such flamboyant fashion. Thankfully she'd forgotten all about it and even accused me of intelligence when we were attempting the log functions.
I thought the UN thing would mean I wouldn't have to do Chemistry practical today, but no such luck. Mrs Colvin is all about the practicals. I have to say I can actually titrate things with something approaching success nowadays. I just forget to do things like dissolve in beakers and remove funnels from burettes and put my conical flask on a friggin' white tile. At that point I was beginning to bear what Mrs Colvin calls my "hunted look." But I got my results to repeat to concordance. I've never done that before. Never ever done it before. But my three results are within 0.15 cm of each other and I'm really disproportionately pleased with it.
That was my only real lesson of the day, though. I went to English and got volunteered to read aloud. I like reading aloud, I really do, I just don't know why it's always me who does it. In any case, I read chapter seven of Brave New World into a gentle classroom silence, handed in my essay, and departed. It wasn't even half three. I wandered up to the common room, found Becca still there - she had a free, too, as Mrs Enstone is off somewhere too(!) and said she couldn't go home because if she did she wouldn't do any work. She's been trying to do her coursework for days.
And that was my day in all its glory. A day of utter laziness, but nice, as I generally hate Thursdays. The only thing of note I can think of is Helena telling me her mother thinks she should drop English Literature. Apparently they've had something of an argument about it. According to Helena, her mother told her she'd do crap in her A-level and she should go and see about dropping it. I don't believe that for a moment, as Helena got 100% (really!) in her English Lit GCSE. What I do believe is it must be very very stressful being taught by your own mother. Hel now wants to move into the combined English group, ie mine, which I am all for. That will be interesting, although I don't think it will happen.
I bought penny sweets on the way home. Can't buy them now without thinking oflanguage_idling. Tired now, although I always am. I have a tonne of work to do tonight, perhaps to make up for my lazy day.
Interesting, as in the morning we were all talking about the change in Extension Studies - Intro to Psychology is over, and we're now doing Political Awareness, whatever that means - and I was annoyed about it because it takes away my precious few frees. And this module will be particularly pointless, because I do Politics A-level!
I went to Politics after that. Mr Evans had some news. Out of our nine person class, six were at the UN thing. The UN thing, as it has been referred to by most people, is one of the other Extension modules, and the people involved prepared speeches on their chosen countries and then went off to Liverpool town hall this morning, and I saw some of them on the train. Anyway, because six people were missing, he gave us the essay titles for this week's homework, and, "Go off and look like you're doing it, but if I see you headed down the chippy I will look the other way."
I didn't go down the chippy, going down to the common room and doing the first of the two questions, but I did go out after that. Slipped off into the village. While I was there I saw the perfect thing for
purplerainbow's Christmas present. Didn't buy it, though, as I am absolutely skint. All I have in the world is £1.40. I need a job. Which is by the bye. I went back into school at break and sat in the common room again, and discovered that Mrs Mason, who was supposed to be doing our Extension thing, was off on the UN thing, so couldn't teach us. We were supposed to go anyway, but I couldn't be bothered. Stayed where I was and tried to carry on with the Politics, while Bev did stats and Becca did Geography, but in the end she drifted off to talk about Theatre Studies and I lost concentration (not that I had much to start with) and nabbed her nail varnish. My left hand now has lovely silver glitter nails, but I couldn't be bothered with the right hand. Productivity has not been one of my virtues today. I managed to write a whole three paragraphs before we all ambled off to lunch. My lunch pass is still AWOL.Today is Thursday, so I had to go to Maths-for-Science. Because I didn't have any morning lessons, I didn't mind it as much, but I was slightly worried because I skived the last lesson in such flamboyant fashion. Thankfully she'd forgotten all about it and even accused me of intelligence when we were attempting the log functions.
I thought the UN thing would mean I wouldn't have to do Chemistry practical today, but no such luck. Mrs Colvin is all about the practicals. I have to say I can actually titrate things with something approaching success nowadays. I just forget to do things like dissolve in beakers and remove funnels from burettes and put my conical flask on a friggin' white tile. At that point I was beginning to bear what Mrs Colvin calls my "hunted look." But I got my results to repeat to concordance. I've never done that before. Never ever done it before. But my three results are within 0.15 cm of each other and I'm really disproportionately pleased with it.
That was my only real lesson of the day, though. I went to English and got volunteered to read aloud. I like reading aloud, I really do, I just don't know why it's always me who does it. In any case, I read chapter seven of Brave New World into a gentle classroom silence, handed in my essay, and departed. It wasn't even half three. I wandered up to the common room, found Becca still there - she had a free, too, as Mrs Enstone is off somewhere too(!) and said she couldn't go home because if she did she wouldn't do any work. She's been trying to do her coursework for days.
And that was my day in all its glory. A day of utter laziness, but nice, as I generally hate Thursdays. The only thing of note I can think of is Helena telling me her mother thinks she should drop English Literature. Apparently they've had something of an argument about it. According to Helena, her mother told her she'd do crap in her A-level and she should go and see about dropping it. I don't believe that for a moment, as Helena got 100% (really!) in her English Lit GCSE. What I do believe is it must be very very stressful being taught by your own mother. Hel now wants to move into the combined English group, ie mine, which I am all for. That will be interesting, although I don't think it will happen.
I bought penny sweets on the way home. Can't buy them now without thinking of
language_idling. Tired now, although I always am. I have a tonne of work to do tonight, perhaps to make up for my lazy day.