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Ok, I apologise in advance for the rant I am about to subject the world to.
Results came out on Thursday, either the grade boundries have changed or I have a gift for totally cocking up, how can my Maths grade possibly drop from an A to a D?!? And Hemel, oh I hate Hemel so much, they even managed to lose my mark! I went in on Friday and the woman looked through the pile several times and couldn't find my name, she then had the stupidity to ask 'Are you sure you took and exam?' >.< NO! I just worked my arse off to learn all the stuff my incompetant teachers didn't teach us in one weekend, missed the exam and expect results. Bitch. I told Gordon about it and she called Mrs Bull to tell her about it, because as the sixth form mentor she should know all, she then called Hemel, they told her to put me on the line because they couldn't tell her my results and then they tell me that I have to go in to collect my results! I hate exams, I hate examiners, I hate exam reslult and I hate exams officers (except Mrs Fitt... sometimes) and I wish all a painful, horrible death by snails.
Because of my nasty results I have had to give up my voluntary work, but I don't have the strength to go anymore anyway, not after being rejected by all my medical schools. What's so wrong with me, huh?
On another note, Dante has sent me on a paranoid streak that is driving me insane. Mel put up a fantastic picture of me DA, which I love and have just decided to link to... ta-dah!... and Dante said off-handedly that I look better in charcoal than in real life! He then said to Mel that he was joking, I sent a reply saying that I wasn't sure how to take that and he told me I was uptight! I'm not uptight, maybe I just don't like people joking about me being ugly! Wanker. I my not be winning any beauty contests, but at least I was happy with the way I looked up until then. After that I got really paranoid whenever anyone looked at me. After work yesterday I walked past some skaters and they made a noise of disgust when they saw me, and when I walked past the hog's head a group of guys, one of whom I knew, howled at me. Who does Daniel Rose think he is? Pretty-boy priss! If brain cells were pound coins, I assure you he wouldn't be able to afford all that hairgel he uses!And he can't even choose his own hair-style! Copying David Beckham's hair every time he changes it is neither big nor clever! It is, in fact, the stupidest thing you can do because I've never seen anyone with less fashion sense than beckham, and this is coming from someone who went to school wearing a corset over a mesh blouse!
*sigh* You're right Mel, that did make me feel better,
Results came out on Thursday, either the grade boundries have changed or I have a gift for totally cocking up, how can my Maths grade possibly drop from an A to a D?!? And Hemel, oh I hate Hemel so much, they even managed to lose my mark! I went in on Friday and the woman looked through the pile several times and couldn't find my name, she then had the stupidity to ask 'Are you sure you took and exam?' >.< NO! I just worked my arse off to learn all the stuff my incompetant teachers didn't teach us in one weekend, missed the exam and expect results. Bitch. I told Gordon about it and she called Mrs Bull to tell her about it, because as the sixth form mentor she should know all, she then called Hemel, they told her to put me on the line because they couldn't tell her my results and then they tell me that I have to go in to collect my results! I hate exams, I hate examiners, I hate exam reslult and I hate exams officers (except Mrs Fitt... sometimes) and I wish all a painful, horrible death by snails.
Because of my nasty results I have had to give up my voluntary work, but I don't have the strength to go anymore anyway, not after being rejected by all my medical schools. What's so wrong with me, huh?
On another note, Dante has sent me on a paranoid streak that is driving me insane. Mel put up a fantastic picture of me DA, which I love and have just decided to link to... ta-dah!... and Dante said off-handedly that I look better in charcoal than in real life! He then said to Mel that he was joking, I sent a reply saying that I wasn't sure how to take that and he told me I was uptight! I'm not uptight, maybe I just don't like people joking about me being ugly! Wanker. I my not be winning any beauty contests, but at least I was happy with the way I looked up until then. After that I got really paranoid whenever anyone looked at me. After work yesterday I walked past some skaters and they made a noise of disgust when they saw me, and when I walked past the hog's head a group of guys, one of whom I knew, howled at me. Who does Daniel Rose think he is? Pretty-boy priss! If brain cells were pound coins, I assure you he wouldn't be able to afford all that hairgel he uses!And he can't even choose his own hair-style! Copying David Beckham's hair every time he changes it is neither big nor clever! It is, in fact, the stupidest thing you can do because I've never seen anyone with less fashion sense than beckham, and this is coming from someone who went to school wearing a corset over a mesh blouse!
*sigh* You're right Mel, that did make me feel better,