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ravenTomorrow is a half day for me (second time this week, although Wednesday afternoon was spent revising for today's organic) and a much needed one. It's half term next week. Yay for that, although I shall probably have to spend most of it working and Miss Brandreth has further endeared herself to a dubious sixth form by recommending we "treat it as study leave."
This is, as all my subject teachers have noted, unmitigated bollocks. There will be no studying here. Sleep is on the agenda, and lots of it. Possibly I may go into hibernation. Me, and a whole bunch of other stressed-out people. So much for not floundering academically - organic and inorganic "assessments", or as normal people call them, tests, were both failures. I was exceptionally peeved at the latter, because it seemed to me I was being tested on my non-existent maths skills rather than my somewhat-existent scientific ones. I did complain. I got the whole thing back this morning, marked, and it wasn't bad - low A - but I'm still annoyed.
Organic was worse. I went into a little digression about acid anhydrides that I probably shouldn't have, and this seemed as good a time as any to drop Advanced Extension because it's killing me. I attempted to drop it, that is. I ended up staying for the lesson anyway, because it was sort of kind of interesting. Well, it was. All about the mechanisms that go into forming six-membered rings and I should just stop talking.
Clearly, it is my time for saying and doing stupid things. I dropped my lunch pass into the dishwasher today. Thankfully I got it back before it started to corrode. Although, on reflection, considering how beyond awful the picture of me is, I probably should have left it in there a while longer.
And talking of stupid things, I had another encounter with Becky today. The quick-witted among us will remember her as the girl with whom I was discussing them nasty gay folk a few days ago; there is no homophobia in the following, but it was rather odd. It's all to do with Oxford applications, as so many things are. She was talking about hers, saying how stressed she is, and how unappreciated she is, and blah. I was listening, sort of kind of, being perched on one of the desks looking out of the plate glass window with her going on to Steph and Fidan about it.
Call me uncharitable if you like - I'm aware I can be accused of it from time to time - but I was having a difficult time feeling sympathetic. Yes, she's working hard and stressed and applying to Oxford doesn't help, but a lot of people are in the same position. Also, she's not doing four A-levels and she's not doing BMAT or LNAT either. Could be worse. Admittedly she had the right to rant, just as everyone else does. So on and so forth - as I said, I wasn't really paying attention, engaged in watching the quad below through the glass.
She was saying, "...and no-one notices how hard I'm working and I didn't like my references and if they don't think I'm good enough how's some crusty old professor at Oxford gonna think I'm good enough?"
I leaned back. "Just one question?"
She nodded at me.
"Are you good enough?"
She didn't even look at me. She jumped to her feet, pushed past me and stormed out! I was left feeling entirely bemused. "What the hell was that about?" asked Steph?"
"No idea," I said, because I didn't.
Later Fidan said, "She's very sensitive to criticism."
Well, blah and blah again. I can't help but wonder about that. I do see how I may have come across as rude, but I do think such sensitivity is unwarranted. What I was asking was whether she thought she was good enough - not her teachers, not her references, not her friends, her. It was her cue to say, "Yes!" That's why I'm applying, after all - because I am, in my heart, a spoiled, egotistical brat, and I really do believe I'm good enough. That if I apply, there's a chance they'll take me.
And if one offhand comment from me (and I don't matter all that much) can cut Becky to the quick like that, then I can't help but wonder. She's something of a drama queen in any case. All intense and whiny. Blah, blah, angelcakes.
Dear me, I do seem to make enemies everywhere, don't I?
Anyway, I rather think I shall not do any work tonight, as I've done just about everything and it's half term so soon. Next week, Sky are showing The Gift, and I'm really looking forward to it. I have seen it before, but it's so wonderful and yay. Also, if they're up to The Gift, then the week after will be Once More With Feeling, and yay!
So, that is all in the life of me. I apologise for the trivia and lunch passes in dishwashers, but I'm not really living la vida loca at present.
This is, as all my subject teachers have noted, unmitigated bollocks. There will be no studying here. Sleep is on the agenda, and lots of it. Possibly I may go into hibernation. Me, and a whole bunch of other stressed-out people. So much for not floundering academically - organic and inorganic "assessments", or as normal people call them, tests, were both failures. I was exceptionally peeved at the latter, because it seemed to me I was being tested on my non-existent maths skills rather than my somewhat-existent scientific ones. I did complain. I got the whole thing back this morning, marked, and it wasn't bad - low A - but I'm still annoyed.
Organic was worse. I went into a little digression about acid anhydrides that I probably shouldn't have, and this seemed as good a time as any to drop Advanced Extension because it's killing me. I attempted to drop it, that is. I ended up staying for the lesson anyway, because it was sort of kind of interesting. Well, it was. All about the mechanisms that go into forming six-membered rings and I should just stop talking.
Clearly, it is my time for saying and doing stupid things. I dropped my lunch pass into the dishwasher today. Thankfully I got it back before it started to corrode. Although, on reflection, considering how beyond awful the picture of me is, I probably should have left it in there a while longer.
And talking of stupid things, I had another encounter with Becky today. The quick-witted among us will remember her as the girl with whom I was discussing them nasty gay folk a few days ago; there is no homophobia in the following, but it was rather odd. It's all to do with Oxford applications, as so many things are. She was talking about hers, saying how stressed she is, and how unappreciated she is, and blah. I was listening, sort of kind of, being perched on one of the desks looking out of the plate glass window with her going on to Steph and Fidan about it.
Call me uncharitable if you like - I'm aware I can be accused of it from time to time - but I was having a difficult time feeling sympathetic. Yes, she's working hard and stressed and applying to Oxford doesn't help, but a lot of people are in the same position. Also, she's not doing four A-levels and she's not doing BMAT or LNAT either. Could be worse. Admittedly she had the right to rant, just as everyone else does. So on and so forth - as I said, I wasn't really paying attention, engaged in watching the quad below through the glass.
She was saying, "...and no-one notices how hard I'm working and I didn't like my references and if they don't think I'm good enough how's some crusty old professor at Oxford gonna think I'm good enough?"
I leaned back. "Just one question?"
She nodded at me.
"Are you good enough?"
She didn't even look at me. She jumped to her feet, pushed past me and stormed out! I was left feeling entirely bemused. "What the hell was that about?" asked Steph?"
"No idea," I said, because I didn't.
Later Fidan said, "She's very sensitive to criticism."
Well, blah and blah again. I can't help but wonder about that. I do see how I may have come across as rude, but I do think such sensitivity is unwarranted. What I was asking was whether she thought she was good enough - not her teachers, not her references, not her friends, her. It was her cue to say, "Yes!" That's why I'm applying, after all - because I am, in my heart, a spoiled, egotistical brat, and I really do believe I'm good enough. That if I apply, there's a chance they'll take me.
And if one offhand comment from me (and I don't matter all that much) can cut Becky to the quick like that, then I can't help but wonder. She's something of a drama queen in any case. All intense and whiny. Blah, blah, angelcakes.
Dear me, I do seem to make enemies everywhere, don't I?
Anyway, I rather think I shall not do any work tonight, as I've done just about everything and it's half term so soon. Next week, Sky are showing The Gift, and I'm really looking forward to it. I have seen it before, but it's so wonderful and yay. Also, if they're up to The Gift, then the week after will be Once More With Feeling, and yay!
So, that is all in the life of me. I apologise for the trivia and lunch passes in dishwashers, but I'm not really living la vida loca at present.
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on 2004-10-14 11:49 am (UTC)BTW, the chocolate is to be procured this weekend and I'm doubling it since I never got the chance to get it to you last year. I still need a last name, though. Stupid postal service won't ship it with just "Iona" on it because it might be terrorist chocolate!
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on 2004-10-15 05:52 am (UTC)That said, chocolate is always good. Expect an email. :)
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on 2004-10-14 02:42 pm (UTC)(Feel free to answer that this isn't something you're prepared to discuss on LJ, by the way - but then, it's fair enough for Becky not to feel prepared to discuss it in the sixth-form common room, or wherever! Not that that renders her less irritating.)
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on 2004-10-15 05:46 am (UTC)Becky is incredibly irritating, but I'm pretty sure I didn't acquit myself. She got to me. Thankfully, it's finally October 15th and all this is behind us!
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on 2004-10-15 06:14 am (UTC)I think you're good enough too. Good luck!
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on 2004-10-15 07:04 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-10-17 10:09 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-10-18 02:02 am (UTC)(P.S. I'm using this journal because the password still makes me giggle. You know what I mean.)
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on 2004-10-19 06:35 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2004-10-19 11:34 am (UTC)Oh, crap. Have definitely lost it this time.
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on 2004-10-20 06:34 am (UTC)We have to talk about Stargate and stuff sometime. Are you managing to keep up with SkyOne's showing of episodes? I'm feeling the canon-love, but-- partly due to my business and partly to my extremely dodgy internet connection (the main one's stopped going online, so I have to borrow a laptop, which means no downloads even from webmail and very little fic)-- I'm not getting as much fandom as I'd like.