EMO EMO EMO EMO EMO
So I hate to open yet another post with such angst, but I can't really avoid it...
Neek Club as become ridiculously depressing. Hogan doesn't come because he's got to go do school play rehearsals, and without Hogan we lack what little structure we orginially had, which means that we just talk about whatever. Which tends to be rather depressing. So we were all sitting there, trying to do the discussion/debate thing we usually do, and somehow managed to lapse into one of the most weirdly depressing conversations ever. It was just really screwed up, and WHEN DID WE BECOME SO EMO? We need Hogan back so we can talk about social injustice and time travel and stuff instead.
Oooh, I finished A Clockwork Orange. That book is waaaaay too short. Amazing, though. I kept wanting to read it out loud because all the words had such brilliant sounds to them, you know? I'm reading Little Women now (I hatehatehate it so much) which I must admit is a bit of a culture shock.
We had a day of having taster lessons for subjects we wanted to take in sixth form, and I ended up going to an RE one (I have no intention of taking RE, but it looked kind of interesting) which was HELLA WEIRD. It didn't start for like ten minutes and Mr. James kept coming in and out of the classroom and looking really weird, and then turned on the SmartBoard which had a MASSIVE webpage of the BBC News homepage and this current-article all about how this place had been hijacked by terrorists in Paris and was now circling over London and Gordon Brown was being urged to shoot it down. And Mr. James was like, "I'm sorry girls, but we're really not sure if we're going to be able to let you go home. They're thinking about possibly evacuating London."
It wasn't real, of course. There was no plane, no terrorist, but we all thought it was and when he said, "Of course, this isn't real," and everyone sort of starting screaming at him, but AAAAAHH. Great opening to a debate, though. And it's really interesting for me to go over all the thoughts that went through my head when I heard that.
They kind of went:
1. Oh, I'm going to miss the rest of the RE taster session.
2. I wonder if they're told the people in other classrooms about this?
3. Fuck, I have no credit on my phone.
4. Oh crap - I live in central London!
5. Where will I go?
I just find it strange how they started off weirdly trivial before it actually all sunk in...
Anyway, I'm still pretty sure that I'll be taking English lit., history, art and maths next year.
Oh yeah, and my mum's away in Canada seeing mes grandparents for a week. I think she'll be glad to get away from all this stuff abour the 5 million child benefit records that our government has so spectacularly misplaced. She left saying, "I'm off to change all our money into Canadian dollars while we still have some."