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Wednesday, February 11, 2004
Music lesson today – a good blog always comes from that. Hmm, todays “inspiration” was from our new music textbook.
Aural Matters! – a students guide to aural perception at an advanced level.
Lol, so thats what we learn at school these days.
Anyway, Mrs T had brought in her bongos – let me rephrase, her indian tabla drums which she couldn’t stress enough were NOT bongos. Pleh, any small drum that comes in pairs = bongos. Don’t try and convert us, we will shall not, we shall not be moved.
So she passed them round and we had a terrific time banging on the drums when she tried to speak. I quote “Look at me I'm drummering!”
Also we gave her small heart attacks with
“*BANG* Oooops….”
Luckily the drums were undamaged but I bet Mrs T has made a mental note never to bring in any instruments that we can strike…. Though ballpoint pens are pretty fun to click while she’s talking…
PE – suckiest of the sucky. I'm now the caller-outer of aerobic moves for my group and its tiring!! There’s only so long I can smile like an air hostess whilst doing jumping jacks like a loon shouting “Keep it up!” “ One more time!”
Seriously, if this continues the words “ and 5,6,7,8” will be considerably enough to send me into a spasm.
I have my appointment avec Mr Torps tomorrow though my mother is running worst case scenarios through my mind. Though in her case worse case scenarios are very different. I quote:
“What if you only got a B?! Would they still let you in?!”
Oh dear god, I got a B, the world is going to implode.
Hehe, iv been approached by Mrs Dean several times thanking me for meeting all those inspector people. LOL I was like, free lunch, skipping lessons – ANYTIME! Our shields still havent arrived yet : (
I'm positively angelic. Apparently. Though I do remember before I met them, Mrs Livingstone said,
“You’r not going in like THAT are you?”
“Like what?”
“Tuck your shirt in! And could you please remove those rings! And roll your sleeves down”
Hey, they wanted a representative of year 11, jewellery and untucked shirts come as standard.
Aural Matters! – a students guide to aural perception at an advanced level.
Lol, so thats what we learn at school these days.
Anyway, Mrs T had brought in her bongos – let me rephrase, her indian tabla drums which she couldn’t stress enough were NOT bongos. Pleh, any small drum that comes in pairs = bongos. Don’t try and convert us, we will shall not, we shall not be moved.
So she passed them round and we had a terrific time banging on the drums when she tried to speak. I quote “Look at me I'm drummering!”
Also we gave her small heart attacks with
“*BANG* Oooops….”
Luckily the drums were undamaged but I bet Mrs T has made a mental note never to bring in any instruments that we can strike…. Though ballpoint pens are pretty fun to click while she’s talking…
PE – suckiest of the sucky. I'm now the caller-outer of aerobic moves for my group and its tiring!! There’s only so long I can smile like an air hostess whilst doing jumping jacks like a loon shouting “Keep it up!” “ One more time!”
Seriously, if this continues the words “ and 5,6,7,8” will be considerably enough to send me into a spasm.
I have my appointment avec Mr Torps tomorrow though my mother is running worst case scenarios through my mind. Though in her case worse case scenarios are very different. I quote:
“What if you only got a B?! Would they still let you in?!”
Oh dear god, I got a B, the world is going to implode.
Hehe, iv been approached by Mrs Dean several times thanking me for meeting all those inspector people. LOL I was like, free lunch, skipping lessons – ANYTIME! Our shields still havent arrived yet : (
I'm positively angelic. Apparently. Though I do remember before I met them, Mrs Livingstone said,
“You’r not going in like THAT are you?”
“Like what?”
“Tuck your shirt in! And could you please remove those rings! And roll your sleeves down”
Hey, they wanted a representative of year 11, jewellery and untucked shirts come as standard.
