Propaganda and Being Accosted (Twice)
Jun. 29th, 2005 09:05 pmWe got our reports today. Mine is pretty normal, slightly below average on average, with comments that say things like "Margarita is a capable/intelligent/enthusiastic/clever/interested student who participates in class discussion/contributes to the class/shows insight into the subject/enjoys the subject but needs to develop better organisational skills/get her books in order/start handing in assignments/improve her time management/revise harder/stop reading in clas/eat the mule" - except for Ms Cooke's which inexplicably ignored the last part. That's really weird, since I always read in Geography and I never get homework in on time/at all, and in fact the only reason I got above average for that one is that I read all the sheets and most of it is common sense anyway. I think Ms Cooke just likes me because I talk about relevant things in class. Or something. Anyway, I saw her outside the office before school and asked her if it was too late to pay for Minefields and Miniskirts.
MsCooke: No, it's fine. Have you got your permission slip?
Me: Errr.... nooo?
MsCooke: You need to be enrolled in the Cooke school of time management.
Me: Err... really?
MsCooke: Yes. After you've been decapitated.
Me: Are you sure you can handle a headless student?
MsCooke: Yes.
And after we got our reports I thanked her for the surprisingly good comment when she said hi in the hallway and she said "I'm actually disappointed. A student of your intelligence I should ber writing Excellent, not just Pleasing. See that you improve this semester." Scary...
In the last two periods we had a year meeting about subject selection. It was right after science, in which we'd burnt kerosene which formed really sooty black fumes and caused the beaker of water to turn entirely black and me to be terrified that the same thing was happening to my lungs. Eugh. Anyway, Ms Varady came up and showed us the same slides as Mr Morris did in careers, with added propaganda along the lines of WE ARE THE BEST!111!!eleventy!!1 YOU MUST ALL BE THE BEST TOPO BECAUSE OUR SCHOOL IS ALWAYS THE BEST!111!!! RAWR!!!!!1
We were given a sheet with really inexplicable scalings for a shitload of subjects on it, and a booklet with all the subjects we offer. Questions from the audience:
Student: Can we take any of the subjects on this scaling sheet?
MV: No.
Student: Can we take two unit maths?
MV: No.
Student: But but
MV: *complex explanation why THREEUNIT IS BETTER RAR EVERYONE WHO DID TWO UNIT REGRETTED IT*
Student: Meep.
Student: Can we do more than one 1unit course?
MV: No.
Student: Can we change subjects at the end of year eleven?
MV: No.
You get the picture. This was followed by all the teachers giving us propaganda about why their faculty is OMGT3HGRATEST - Ms Joslyn filled in for Mr Harrison, and even wore his "MALFOY" lab-coat. The CA faculty's ambassador had the most horrible smokers cough. Ms Kenway looked very smug because English is compulsory, and urged us to do OMG MORE UNITS (which I was always going to ANYWAY, jeez...) And the HSIE faculty was very elitist.
After school I got mobbed by the neighborhood kiddies, who hemed me in and interrogated me. One of them's a New Zealander. The little boy threw his football at me as I was leaving. Damn those kids are random.
And oh god THEN I realised I'd forgotten my keys... and when I called my dad he said my mum would be there in an hour, so i waited. And read my book. And she wasn't. If I'd known they were both going to turn up AFTER SIX I would have gone to jenny's or the library or something. Argh. I ended up finishing Kalpa Imperial (awesome book BTW - by Angelica Gorodischer) by the light in the garage, and then another half hour went by before they arrived. Grar.
Today's Link: http://blog.jackola.net/929588.html
MsCooke: No, it's fine. Have you got your permission slip?
Me: Errr.... nooo?
MsCooke: You need to be enrolled in the Cooke school of time management.
Me: Err... really?
MsCooke: Yes. After you've been decapitated.
Me: Are you sure you can handle a headless student?
MsCooke: Yes.
And after we got our reports I thanked her for the surprisingly good comment when she said hi in the hallway and she said "I'm actually disappointed. A student of your intelligence I should ber writing Excellent, not just Pleasing. See that you improve this semester." Scary...
In the last two periods we had a year meeting about subject selection. It was right after science, in which we'd burnt kerosene which formed really sooty black fumes and caused the beaker of water to turn entirely black and me to be terrified that the same thing was happening to my lungs. Eugh. Anyway, Ms Varady came up and showed us the same slides as Mr Morris did in careers, with added propaganda along the lines of WE ARE THE BEST!111!!eleventy!!1 YOU MUST ALL BE THE BEST TOPO BECAUSE OUR SCHOOL IS ALWAYS THE BEST!111!!! RAWR!!!!!1
We were given a sheet with really inexplicable scalings for a shitload of subjects on it, and a booklet with all the subjects we offer. Questions from the audience:
Student: Can we take any of the subjects on this scaling sheet?
MV: No.
Student: Can we take two unit maths?
MV: No.
Student: But but
MV: *complex explanation why THREEUNIT IS BETTER RAR EVERYONE WHO DID TWO UNIT REGRETTED IT*
Student: Meep.
Student: Can we do more than one 1unit course?
MV: No.
Student: Can we change subjects at the end of year eleven?
MV: No.
You get the picture. This was followed by all the teachers giving us propaganda about why their faculty is OMGT3HGRATEST - Ms Joslyn filled in for Mr Harrison, and even wore his "MALFOY" lab-coat. The CA faculty's ambassador had the most horrible smokers cough. Ms Kenway looked very smug because English is compulsory, and urged us to do OMG MORE UNITS (which I was always going to ANYWAY, jeez...) And the HSIE faculty was very elitist.
After school I got mobbed by the neighborhood kiddies, who hemed me in and interrogated me. One of them's a New Zealander. The little boy threw his football at me as I was leaving. Damn those kids are random.
And oh god THEN I realised I'd forgotten my keys... and when I called my dad he said my mum would be there in an hour, so i waited. And read my book. And she wasn't. If I'd known they were both going to turn up AFTER SIX I would have gone to jenny's or the library or something. Argh. I ended up finishing Kalpa Imperial (awesome book BTW - by Angelica Gorodischer) by the light in the garage, and then another half hour went by before they arrived. Grar.
Today's Link: http://blog.jackola.net/929588.html
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