What is happening to my school?
Yesturday we almost had a knife fight and a mobbing... AT SCHOOL, to my knowledge. Year groups have been seperated again and the reins are on us as tight as ever.
Uniforms are checked daily, we have to stand up in class and present ourselves, the school is very narcissistic about it's apperence. People try to give our school a bad name just so the school stops being as stuck up as a private school, Hell high is a public school that I go to, it's a puplic high school, I haven't gone to a private school but my mother wanted me to.
No way.
Okay, so lets actually get into my day today.
So, last night we had a meeting about the Japanese exchange students that I'm meant to be hosting, just fyi for those people who don't know, her name is Saki and the only bonding that I plan to do with her is watching Hetalia with her.
I caught up on Hetalia as soon as I came back from that meeting and I managed to find New Zealand or Kiwi as I call him and I hear his voice for the first time. His accent is really cute but I'm pretty sure that's not a Kiwi accent. CONSIDERING the way he looks, I thought his voice would be a little higher but then again, I pissed myself laughing when I heard Australia's voice for the first time.
I just like what they did with him, okay? And talk to me about OZNZ, I dare you. I won't shut up about it for days.
So, I went to bed after a bit of fun on my Australia account on twitter and before a blink of an eye, I'm awake again, I'd much rather it just being longer to be honest.
I woke up to my mother screaming "Willow, get up please!"
She seems to think that I will gladly get up if she says please, she comes back several times before I uncurl myself from my cat and reach for my towel.
I got dressed then opened up my iPod, I always check my twitter timeline before I go to school so I know what is happening before everyone goes to bed, normally my twitter timeline is Anne, Jennifer and Helena all late night tweeting, even though it's morning for me. My mum asks on the other side of the door (because I hadn't opened my door since I got out of the shower) if I was nearly ready, repeat the process about ten hundred times and you have me rushing to read my twitter timeline.
I go to school, knowing full well the timetable on today.
Cooking.
German
Lunch
S+E
Maths
Lunch
English
In cooking, we made nachos. Me and my partner, Vivian work well together, she's normally good at chopping and dicing quickly where I can get things going on heat quickly and taste for spices, it's a good thing, while she's chopping I clean, while I'm cooking, she cleans. It's a really good duo and we've been dubbed 'the perfects' of the class because we always leave the place spotless and always end up finishing before everyone else with better quality food.
Anyway, instead of sitting there and eating the food like Vivian was doing, I sat there working on my German cheat sheet as we had an exam the next period... well I did anyway.
So I finish the cheat sheet and walk into German class to find the room had been decorated with balloons....
Scheisse Frau.
Ich habe Angst vor Luftballons.
I asked her what was happening and she said exams shouldn't be unhappy.
...
Frau bitte.
Nicht fur mich.
Danke.
----
We'll skip the rest of the day because it was boring.
And that's it from me.
Love you or something like that.
No comments:
Post a Comment