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Wednesday, March 17, 2004
First and foremost before I forget.
Mrs Ship – Spawn of Satan!!!!
First of all she puts a video about Spirituality and Karma on.
Me and Hollis whisper about the state of the ceiling
“Zoe, stop talking to Hollie”
Some man named Melly talks
Me and Hollis whisper about the fact that something has just dropped on Zoe’s head. We think it is part of the ceiling.
Some woman says how she thinks humanism is atheism yet atheism is not spiritualism but humanism is ...ism.
Me and Hollis whisper about bread
Melly says that he will not be a pawn in someone’s game
Me and Hollis whisper “hehe Porn”
“ZOE! MOVE TO THE FRONT NOW!”
“But I wasn’t talking!”
“MOVE TO THE FRONT!”
“Awww I promise I wont say anything else!!”
“TAKE YOUR STUFF!”
“FINE! *humph*”
lol, cue the giggling. Georgia usually gets moved. She is winking at me as I pass. I hold my head high and sit up straight at the front.
“Mrs Ship, I cant see if Zoe sits there.” *giggle*
*I slump in my seat and cross my arms* She will be sorry she moved me.
The rest of the video is spent determinedly not looking at the video screen directly in front of me. Instead I look up at the ceiling wondering if anything else will fall on my head. I'm sure that Hollis is doing the same lol.
We are put into groups.
No sooner have I sat down when:
“ZOE! Do you want to work in a group alone? On your OWN? By YOURSELF?
(I am well aware of what the word ALONE means thank you)
The class erupts. This is getting classic.
I humph and hem and turn my back on her.
Minutes later when we are creating posters Mrs Ship comes to see us. I am obviously not doing anything.
I pick up some colouring pencils and determinedly colour in a letter.
I refuse to look Mrs Ship in the eye. Maybe I should fixate on her double chin…
“Ooooh Zoe, those are pretty colouring pencils!” says Mrs Ship.
I look up in disgust. My peers are snorting into their pencilcases.
“Theyr just colouring pencils” *mutter mutter*
But alas, we are “saved” by the arrival of Mr Sinden who then proceeds to threaten me about the D of E before giving us a talk about the spirituality of jam jars – no joke. Jam Jars people, JAM JARS!
What is PSE coming to?
Today was just as “interesting”…..
Well all I can say now is “Oops, I did it again” . or more like “OH FOR FUCKS SAKE I DID IT AGAIN!”
Ahem.
Do you remember, a long while back, a whooole two weeks back! Wednesday March the 3rd. That fateful day where I took a trip into the bush? Well.. more of a rolling trip but yes. Remember that? Lol how could you forget?
Well, I'm glad to say people, I did it again. But this time, with more style.
Crossing Turnfurlong road.
In the middle of the road.
Cars coming at me.
I walked.
I slid.
I fell.
Oh god, it was almost as if it was in slow motion and you hear the long ROOOOOAR as the beast is shot down.
It’s the shoes.
The stupid shoes!
The stupid but oh so pretty shoes!
I like them lots, they are clippycloppy shoes – they rival Ward’s shoes! (Well, actually he has an unfair advantage as his are made of steel)
But yes. I fell. Well, it was more of a “DOOF” as I hit the floor. But no, I did not roll. But yes there was a car coming and I was like hmm, to move or not to move? Seriously, it was one of those, ground-please-swallow-me-now moments. But I would have settled for car-please-hit-me-now-and-render-me-unconscious.
Meh, collapsers cant be choosers. Or something.
But yes. Now I have a really attractive plaster slapped onto my thigh. Its as if someone’s hit me with a sledgehammer … not that that’s happened before. Honestly, it hasn’t. However hitting someone with a sledgehammer …….. ANYWAY!
I went to the medical room and told Mrs Moran what happened. First thing she said was “Not again?!” I was like. Yes. But in the road this time. And not into the bush. And yes, the fit boys did laugh again. But the humiliation wasn’t too bad this time. The pain was just as painful yes. By the way, removing gravel from the back of your thigh is just like tying a sweet to your right hip and being told to follow it anti clockwise.
Pride *checks* Slightly bruised (just like my thigh)
Ego *checks* Hooo biiig chunk taken out of that
Dignity? *checks* Just a bit left. Its been in the wars too many times now.
Confidence? Woooah, there it goes, out the window…
Mrs Ship – Spawn of Satan!!!!
First of all she puts a video about Spirituality and Karma on.
Me and Hollis whisper about the state of the ceiling
“Zoe, stop talking to Hollie”
Some man named Melly talks
Me and Hollis whisper about the fact that something has just dropped on Zoe’s head. We think it is part of the ceiling.
Some woman says how she thinks humanism is atheism yet atheism is not spiritualism but humanism is ...ism.
Me and Hollis whisper about bread
Melly says that he will not be a pawn in someone’s game
Me and Hollis whisper “hehe Porn”
“ZOE! MOVE TO THE FRONT NOW!”
“But I wasn’t talking!”
“MOVE TO THE FRONT!”
“Awww I promise I wont say anything else!!”
“TAKE YOUR STUFF!”
“FINE! *humph*”
lol, cue the giggling. Georgia usually gets moved. She is winking at me as I pass. I hold my head high and sit up straight at the front.
“Mrs Ship, I cant see if Zoe sits there.” *giggle*
*I slump in my seat and cross my arms* She will be sorry she moved me.
The rest of the video is spent determinedly not looking at the video screen directly in front of me. Instead I look up at the ceiling wondering if anything else will fall on my head. I'm sure that Hollis is doing the same lol.
We are put into groups.
No sooner have I sat down when:
“ZOE! Do you want to work in a group alone? On your OWN? By YOURSELF?
(I am well aware of what the word ALONE means thank you)
The class erupts. This is getting classic.
I humph and hem and turn my back on her.
Minutes later when we are creating posters Mrs Ship comes to see us. I am obviously not doing anything.
I pick up some colouring pencils and determinedly colour in a letter.
I refuse to look Mrs Ship in the eye. Maybe I should fixate on her double chin…
“Ooooh Zoe, those are pretty colouring pencils!” says Mrs Ship.
I look up in disgust. My peers are snorting into their pencilcases.
“Theyr just colouring pencils” *mutter mutter*
But alas, we are “saved” by the arrival of Mr Sinden who then proceeds to threaten me about the D of E before giving us a talk about the spirituality of jam jars – no joke. Jam Jars people, JAM JARS!
What is PSE coming to?
Today was just as “interesting”…..
Well all I can say now is “Oops, I did it again” . or more like “OH FOR FUCKS SAKE I DID IT AGAIN!”
Ahem.
Do you remember, a long while back, a whooole two weeks back! Wednesday March the 3rd. That fateful day where I took a trip into the bush? Well.. more of a rolling trip but yes. Remember that? Lol how could you forget?
Well, I'm glad to say people, I did it again. But this time, with more style.
Crossing Turnfurlong road.
In the middle of the road.
Cars coming at me.
I walked.
I slid.
I fell.
Oh god, it was almost as if it was in slow motion and you hear the long ROOOOOAR as the beast is shot down.
It’s the shoes.
The stupid shoes!
The stupid but oh so pretty shoes!
I like them lots, they are clippycloppy shoes – they rival Ward’s shoes! (Well, actually he has an unfair advantage as his are made of steel)
But yes. I fell. Well, it was more of a “DOOF” as I hit the floor. But no, I did not roll. But yes there was a car coming and I was like hmm, to move or not to move? Seriously, it was one of those, ground-please-swallow-me-now moments. But I would have settled for car-please-hit-me-now-and-render-me-unconscious.
Meh, collapsers cant be choosers. Or something.
But yes. Now I have a really attractive plaster slapped onto my thigh. Its as if someone’s hit me with a sledgehammer … not that that’s happened before. Honestly, it hasn’t. However hitting someone with a sledgehammer …….. ANYWAY!
I went to the medical room and told Mrs Moran what happened. First thing she said was “Not again?!” I was like. Yes. But in the road this time. And not into the bush. And yes, the fit boys did laugh again. But the humiliation wasn’t too bad this time. The pain was just as painful yes. By the way, removing gravel from the back of your thigh is just like tying a sweet to your right hip and being told to follow it anti clockwise.
Pride *checks* Slightly bruised (just like my thigh)
Ego *checks* Hooo biiig chunk taken out of that
Dignity? *checks* Just a bit left. Its been in the wars too many times now.
Confidence? Woooah, there it goes, out the window…
