Holy Shit, A Proper Entry For Once? Surely Not!
Didn't go to school today due to the strike, what a waster. It's really aggravating now the Easter holidays are over and it has hit me just how bloody inefficient the school really is. Although I didn't go in today, I got twice as much work done as I would have if I'd actually been in lessons, and yet I'm not allowed to simply work at my own pace, I have to basically do everything twice. I know if I leave it up to my teachers I won't get everything I need finished, but since I can't simply absent myself from lessons, I have to do everything once on my own and then again in lessons (except at a painfully slow and exasperating pace).
Still, at least it allows me to feel smug.
(Does this make me a bad person, really liking to feel smug and superior?)
Average keeps texting me for no real reason which is annoying. I agreed to go out with him on Saturday so I've been thinking up ways to tell him nicely that I don't think it would work. It's annoying when someone seems awesome and then turns out to be average, and I know it's not his fault but he doesn't excite or stimulate or interest me, and I'm not going to waste my time on someone who does none of these things. (Owch.) (Yes I know.) (I don't care.)
Personal study went pretty well; we did an hour and a half session yesterday afternoon, during which I typed 2,000 words, which worried me until I realised it was about twice as much as anyone else had done (apparently I have flying fingers). There's another hour and a half on Friday afternoon. I'm quietly confident of getting a good score for this module, and I know I have either a B or an A for my Russia coursework. This, thank G.W., appears to be one A Level I can be sure of a decent grade in. I'm still not sure about Psychology but I'm doing a lot of preparation for it. As for Philosophy, well, I think it'll be alright as long as I on no account rely on my tutor for anything at all. Aristotle really isn't difficult once you get round the bizarre backwards way he likes to talk about things. Apart from this, my current projects are learning to play Mozart's Piano Sonata K.545 1st Movement on my keyboard (the trills are a bitch), reading "Nineteen Eighty-Four in 1984" which is fantastic, re-reading Neuromancer, and hopefully starting my zine, which I've been meaning to do since about March but just never seem to get round to. So feel free to kick me in the arse if you fancy reading a lot of bizarre pretentious scribblings about philosophy.
Other than that, I need a new haircut. My fringe is boring me. Hope you're all well. Licks.
EDIT: OVER AND OUT.
Still, at least it allows me to feel smug.
(Does this make me a bad person, really liking to feel smug and superior?)
Average keeps texting me for no real reason which is annoying. I agreed to go out with him on Saturday so I've been thinking up ways to tell him nicely that I don't think it would work. It's annoying when someone seems awesome and then turns out to be average, and I know it's not his fault but he doesn't excite or stimulate or interest me, and I'm not going to waste my time on someone who does none of these things. (Owch.) (Yes I know.) (I don't care.)
Personal study went pretty well; we did an hour and a half session yesterday afternoon, during which I typed 2,000 words, which worried me until I realised it was about twice as much as anyone else had done (apparently I have flying fingers). There's another hour and a half on Friday afternoon. I'm quietly confident of getting a good score for this module, and I know I have either a B or an A for my Russia coursework. This, thank G.W., appears to be one A Level I can be sure of a decent grade in. I'm still not sure about Psychology but I'm doing a lot of preparation for it. As for Philosophy, well, I think it'll be alright as long as I on no account rely on my tutor for anything at all. Aristotle really isn't difficult once you get round the bizarre backwards way he likes to talk about things. Apart from this, my current projects are learning to play Mozart's Piano Sonata K.545 1st Movement on my keyboard (the trills are a bitch), reading "Nineteen Eighty-Four in 1984" which is fantastic, re-reading Neuromancer, and hopefully starting my zine, which I've been meaning to do since about March but just never seem to get round to. So feel free to kick me in the arse if you fancy reading a lot of bizarre pretentious scribblings about philosophy.
Other than that, I need a new haircut. My fringe is boring me. Hope you're all well. Licks.
EDIT: OVER AND OUT.