Writer's Block: Most inspiring teacher
I would have to say Mr Bryant, my old English teacher for GCSE level at school. I think it was the first time I've ever properly fancied a teacher. He was funny, managed to make Lord of the Flies relatively interesting, doodled on my revision notes, had awesome hair, sat on my desk (thank you god for giving me the intuition to sit up front!) and made me genuinely interested in English.
I got an A* in his subject. My only one.
*squee*
Not much going on today. Nemo's gone home with a sinus headache. Everyone seems to be ill or coming down with something, my mum, my sister, my grandma, Nena (get well soon bb!) and so on. My dad and I are pretty much safe, so far.
We also get to choose dinner this evening. SCORE!! UNHEALTHY STUFF 8D
So, looking forward to Corfu, but kind of feeling guitly about it at the same time. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. Weather here is miserable. Been doodling Hetalia quite a bit (especially OC!Ancient Israel in RS class. Now if only I could pick a gender), though I'm cutting back on the doodles in general. I have to concentrate in class. Nobody believes me, but I'm really trying to go for it this year. I read through all of Katherine Mansfield's "At the Bay" short story this morning, paid attention in all my classes, and over all tried my best.
My parents haven't witnessed it, so they'll not belive me. Whatever. I'll wave my grades in their faces later.
So my redone coursework for last year doesn't have to be submitted until January, which is a huge weight off my shoulders, though I do still plan to do it. I'll need to refresh myself. Maybe I should hunt down Nikola.
15 mins until next class. RS, for only an hour.
I know it kind of sounds mean, but I do concentrate much better if my friends aren't in class with me. If I'm all alone, I focus on the lesson more rather than what my friends are thinking about the lesson, if they're happy, did we eat enough for lunch, what should we eat for lunch if we didn't yet, how bored are they, do they want gum- ah, now I want gum.
One sec.
Much better. What was I saying? Oh yeah, concentrating in class. So maybe this is a good thing? I mean, Richard and Mark and I get along well enough in RS that when we get paired it's a friendly enviroment even if they do sometimes bugger off and make me do the work, it's my grade, screw them, so I'm not uncomfortable. Apparently observations have been made about my character by the teachers.
I'm scary? Apparently?
Is it because I'm loud? Or quiet? I tend to swing between the two (my friends, you will never believe me, but when I'm not with you guys I'm actually kind of shy. Yeah.) and apparently I crack mean jokes (er, survival reflex, I guess? Ta, Nemo. XD) and can be really sarcastic (erm. I am?) which can scare others off...
I could say something self-depreciating such as "is this why nobody likes me in the first place" but people do like me, they just have to be weird like me. (You know who you are.) Which I don't mind. (Eliteist much? Pfft.)
Haa, I don't even know where I'm going with this post, I guess it's just something to do until class starts. If I start reading the Dubliners again I'll probably miss when everyone goes in. Not that anyone's here yet.
Hmm, what else was there...
Nemo was talking about something sociological today, during breakfast, I can't remember the name of it, but it had something to do with how friends and family keep you in line subtlety with their opinions affecting your own? I must say I subscribe to that theory wholeheartedly. Because it makes a lot of bloody sense. Seriously, I didn't hate the Crucible at all until the rest of the class started moaning about it. Ditto Twilight, though that was more to do with my unfailing optimism about everything until certain people *stares at Nemo* poke holes in it.
And now I can seeeee the Sue. *shudder*
Class is starting! Caio!