Argh, I can’t believe I’m sick again. Only last week did I have a really really bad case of the flu and now I’m bloody confined to my bed thanks to this wretched cold. I have to restrain myself from cutting my throat out; it hurts so much I just want to be rid of it (I don’t really mean it)! This repeated sickness is really taking its toll on my school work. My report was evident of that (seriously brought bile to the back of my throat) the only thing that saved my sanity was the rather positive comments on my attitude (as always).
Of course, I would be doing revision for school, however I think even I deserve a break and my body wouldn’t quite forgive me if I didn’t relax for at least a day a week. Unfortunately tomorrow I’ll have to let something slide as well. I’m having to prioritise my subjects (which leaves my German teacher a little more than peeved). So it goes something like this.
No need to add Maths and Biology Practical to this list as a) I’m not struggling whatsoever (okay, maybe maths slightly), and b) they’re internally assessed, once I’ve done the assessment I can forget the information. But the closer I get to September my heart races a little more. I am no where ready for mid-years. Not that it counts for anything but I need some sort of proof that I can pass in November (which DOES count). And really, I’ve been trying to get my head around the fact that I have to write an essay in 40 minutes, a little secret, I’ve never in my ENTIRE LIFE written a successful essay in exam conditions. Last year I didn’t even touch the paper, I managed to pass thanks to my internals. I guess I just don’t understand why I have to write a poetry analyse. How will this help me in the future? Why do they teach us stuff that is completely useless for future jobs? Maybe I’m ignorant and simply don’t understand that in life we must learn to analyse and compare things to help us get ahead (which I can do fine thank you very much in my head, just don’t make me write it!). I don’t know…(or I very well do), NCEA English IMHO is total bullshit. Of course whenever I raise the question of whether what we learn is of any use, some smart-arse will point out that I take physics and that it isn’t really necessary to know f=ma. It all comes down to what I actually enjoy doing and find extremely interesting. Writing essays on Jurassic-fucking-Park and poems that bore me to no end simply don’t do it for me. Indeed, Physics is in honour & poetry is not (he-he anyone know that poem? Something worth analysing perhaps, actually the authors name is worth a giggle “Boris Slutsky”)
Oooh! Another thing I wanted to say, I watched Alice in Wonderland today, the Walt Disney version. Funny that, today last week I was watching the musical porno version of it (oh dear). It really is one of my favourite Disney films, and one day I will read the book. Speaking of books I seem to be allergic to them! I just won’t go near them even if they are a terrific read (a Russian Beauty and other stories by Vladimir Nabokov, haven’t finished it, but it is BRILLIANT, he is a master of words). Lately I’ve been reading fan-fiction and one in particular. A Sleepwalk to remember, a Harry Potter fan fic, the first time I read it was about two years ago and it’s only been updated, maybe, 3 times since I last read it? So sad! I think I will email the author because I am salivating at the thought of another chapter, it simply is not fair! I don’t want to be denied such a hot story! The (sexual) tension in it drives me mad! Of course I understand people get busy in real life…But who knows it can’t hurt to show my appreciation for her story :) How is it I can read fan fiction but not actual books? *sigh* Well I’m off! XOXO Sarah
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