It's all boring.
Nov. 20th, 2003 03:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenI'm so tired and I haven't done anything. Nothing at all. It's Thursday and my worst day of the week, for a variety of reasons. The morning is all politics. First my actual lesson, then the Political Awareness module. I get very bored by the end of it. I was very bored by the end of it today. Becca and Bev were doing a crossword, which amused me for a while, but meh. All so boring. And I didn't even get lunchtime, because of Maths-for-science. We were horrifically late for it, actually. I ended up walking round school carrying crackers like an idiot. I took them from lunch but forgot to eat them.
This is all so absolutely scintillating. I know, I know. It's all mad here. I went back to the common room and perched myself on a desk. Behind me, I heard my name. That's the great thing about the sub-moronic idiots I go to school with. They don't have the brains to talk about you when you're not actually there. Sadly, it was too noisy for me to hear much. I got something about "politics" and "irrelevant" and something along those lines. Oh, waaah. I hate these people.
I also hate molecular shapes. I don't understand any of it. But the lesson was all right; I just have too much work to do and no real inclination to do anything. I don't even seem to have the ability to concentrate on a page long enough to read it. I did, however, finish The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents, and tried to return it to the library. Mrs Barry claimed she's never seen it before despite the fact it has an MTGS stamp on it. Therefore, I donated it to the library. Problen solved. The library was all chaos anyway, because the remaindered-book-man was there, and so was Mrs Custard, and there were books over every available surface.
I would have stayed, but had to go to English. Which was cancelled. So I went home. The end.
This is all so absolutely scintillating. I know, I know. It's all mad here. I went back to the common room and perched myself on a desk. Behind me, I heard my name. That's the great thing about the sub-moronic idiots I go to school with. They don't have the brains to talk about you when you're not actually there. Sadly, it was too noisy for me to hear much. I got something about "politics" and "irrelevant" and something along those lines. Oh, waaah. I hate these people.
I also hate molecular shapes. I don't understand any of it. But the lesson was all right; I just have too much work to do and no real inclination to do anything. I don't even seem to have the ability to concentrate on a page long enough to read it. I did, however, finish The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents, and tried to return it to the library. Mrs Barry claimed she's never seen it before despite the fact it has an MTGS stamp on it. Therefore, I donated it to the library. Problen solved. The library was all chaos anyway, because the remaindered-book-man was there, and so was Mrs Custard, and there were books over every available surface.
I would have stayed, but had to go to English. Which was cancelled. So I went home. The end.
