A GOOD MORNING
was soooo tired
i didn't want to get out of bed
it was sooo warm
but alas, i had a period 0 so out of bed i got
for ONCE in my life when i was actually EARLY to period 0
THE TEACHER DECIDES TO NOT BE THERE
ARGHHHHH
i left with gloria and stef after 15minutes
turned out the teacher didn't even freakin show up! >:O
what a irresponsible teacher!!
though i'm not one to complain as i had a good morning
playing scramble & towerblox on stef's phone :D
WHAT NEXT?
music...
what can i say?
i'm really not liking deagle
like really really reaaally
every single time i open my mouth to ask a question
she's like get to work blahblah
it's not like as if i'm not doing any work >:(
farout....
ON THE WAY HOME
so we get out of the classroom
and the sky is red
we can also smell burning...
i wonder what happened D:
and LOL at pius's idea of jumping xD
he wanted to do a meditating in mid air posed
but i failed to take the photo at the right time as u can see xD
so we get out of the classroom
and the sky is red
we can also smell burning...
i wonder what happened D:
and LOL at pius's idea of jumping xD
he wanted to do a meditating in mid air posed
but i failed to take the photo at the right time as u can see xD
we see the most abnormal things on the way home from those 4 hour music lessons...
today we saw a woman with a DOG bag
like how twisted is that!?
i was disgusted when i saw it
deagle was like "it's just a bag in the shape of a dog berni, nothing big"
like WTF! nothing big!?!?
dogs are pets ffs!
it really disturbed me... D:
it really disturbed me... D:
HOME
(this is going to be a big rant. no offense is intended)
so i get in the house
and my mum says "don't u get half yearly reports?"
this must have meant she talked with jade's mum
cause she mentioned something about yumcha-ing with her mum...?
i ignore her and go shower
she asks me again for it
me: "yes we got a report"
mum: "well bring it out and show me"
me: " you only look at the bad stuff"
mum: "no i don't! show me"
so i give it to her
and she looks at it
mum: "you're doing pretty good for music, textiles and english"
me: "hmph"
mum: "you're general now.you said you could do well, why do u still have a sound tick"
me: "i know where i went wrong"
mum: "oh really. you said you could do well."
me: "i missed a page in the exam. i only saw it in the last 5 minutes of the test time and had to rush to do it"
mum: "YOU STUPID! HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE SUCH A STUPID THING! HOW COULD YOU HAVE BEEN SO STUPID AND MADE SUCH A STUPID MISTAKE!? HOW DARE YOU MAKE SUCH AN IDIOTIC MISTAKE! "
etc.
me: "i said i know what i did wrong. do u think i'm happy about it?
mum: "HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE THAT! SO STUPID! HOW COULD YOU HAVE MISSED A WHOLE PAGE LIKE THAT"
etc.
me: "see, you only look at the bad stuff. why would i want to show you"
she keeps raging and i get angry...
she cucks the report at me and goes on to say the usual crap
how i won't get into uni
how i'm going to fail my hsc
how i'm so stupid
how i'm so dumb
how i can't do anything
and she asks ...
why i don't show her my report?
isn't it fucking obvious why i don't show you my report?
because you always say i'm a failure
because you always always make me lose hope
how the hell am i supposed to do my hsc with a mum who never ever thinks i'm ever smart enough
doing well in textiles, music and english don't matter
only maths does
that's the same for everyone...
the first question they ask.
"you do maths? oh! how many units?"
i don't give a shit how many units of maths i do or don't do
maths doesn't determine whether you're smart or not
ARGH!
i'm going to bed
(this is going to be a big rant. no offense is intended)
so i get in the house
and my mum says "don't u get half yearly reports?"
this must have meant she talked with jade's mum
cause she mentioned something about yumcha-ing with her mum...?
i ignore her and go shower
she asks me again for it
me: "yes we got a report"
mum: "well bring it out and show me"
me: " you only look at the bad stuff"
mum: "no i don't! show me"
so i give it to her
and she looks at it
mum: "you're doing pretty good for music, textiles and english"
me: "hmph"
mum: "you're general now.you said you could do well, why do u still have a sound tick"
me: "i know where i went wrong"
mum: "oh really. you said you could do well."
me: "i missed a page in the exam. i only saw it in the last 5 minutes of the test time and had to rush to do it"
mum: "YOU STUPID! HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE SUCH A STUPID THING! HOW COULD YOU HAVE BEEN SO STUPID AND MADE SUCH A STUPID MISTAKE!? HOW DARE YOU MAKE SUCH AN IDIOTIC MISTAKE! "
etc.
me: "i said i know what i did wrong. do u think i'm happy about it?
mum: "HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE THAT! SO STUPID! HOW COULD YOU HAVE MISSED A WHOLE PAGE LIKE THAT"
etc.
me: "see, you only look at the bad stuff. why would i want to show you"
she keeps raging and i get angry...
she cucks the report at me and goes on to say the usual crap
how i won't get into uni
how i'm going to fail my hsc
how i'm so stupid
how i'm so dumb
how i can't do anything
and she asks ...
why i don't show her my report?
isn't it fucking obvious why i don't show you my report?
because you always say i'm a failure
because you always always make me lose hope
how the hell am i supposed to do my hsc with a mum who never ever thinks i'm ever smart enough
doing well in textiles, music and english don't matter
only maths does
that's the same for everyone...
the first question they ask.
"you do maths? oh! how many units?"
i don't give a shit how many units of maths i do or don't do
maths doesn't determine whether you're smart or not
ARGH!
i'm going to bed
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