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Today I went on a geography fieldtrip with all of my class and three teachers. It was rather uninteresting.
In short, we were driven around in a coach for hours. We got out three times simply to stand at the side of the road (or, in one case, a dual carriage way) to peer at things such as an oxbow lake, a moraine and an estuary.
I wasn't even sure where I was supposed to be looking half of the time and usually resorted to asking someone. We had to make little sketches of the various sights in booklets we had been given. My diagrams are almost understandable and I am sure that we will be talking about the fieldtrip at some point during class.
Another time we got out of the coach was to look at a river. Initially, we were just looking at the floodplain and a moraine behind it. The floodplain happened to be used in part for a football or rugby pitch. I am sure the man marking out things on the damp grass appreciated an audience. We proceeded across two bridges that I didn't like very much. I wondered why metal sheets were in some places and not others. I questioned, in my mind, the reason why they were necessary. The possibilities worried me.
The other time we got out of the coach was to clamber down a steep slope that had stones lodged in at odd angles and was covered in slippery leaves, damp from nonexistent rain or, the more likely option, the waterfall itself. Needless to say, I didn't enjoy that. I was convinced I was going to slip, fall and tumble into the vegetation before landing on the rocks. It could be said that I am perhaps a paranoid person when it comes to my safety.
The purpose of clambering down the slope was to look at a 30m high waterfall. It was quite spectacular but, in my opinion, it could have been a lot easier to access. I was convinced at one point I was walking almost vertically down. Louise soon grew tired of me grabbing hold of her coat and Ben was none to pleased when, after being shunned by Louise, I adopted him instead. From both of their reactions, I assume they thought it was quite likely that I would slip and take them with me.
There is a slippery wooden bridge, which you have to cross after clambering down the slope before ascending up a few slippery wooden steps. The bridge's handrail is soaked with water and feels slightly slimy to the touch. I could feel my feet slipping on the bridge which, might I add, had larger gaps that I am fond of between the slats. Once you have done that, you are standing on mud and slippery leaves again.
However, you don't really notice the leaves and the mud when you're looking at the waterfall. It was really interesting and rather beautiful. If you have a short attention span, you soon get bored of staring at the waterfall or, in my case, you stare at it so much that you are concerned you are going to lose your footing and slip down the leaves before colliding with a tree.
I wasn't impressed when no one agreed with me when I commented on how the air smelt nice. Caitlin simply laughed at me. I wish she wouldn't do that. I am under the impression that she finds me slightly odd or, in the least, eccentric. This was demonstrated earlier today when, before we left, I told Carys how I thought her bag was adorable and verified with her that it was of Eeyore. Louise must have said something like, "What else would it be?" to which I replied, "My knowledge of Winnie the Pooh is not extensive." Caitlin, predictably, was tickled by this and, I believe, said it was very like me to phrase something in that manner.
The only other time we stopped was to go to McDonald's. I am sure the staff were intimidated by us. Louise made comments about the male workers ejaculating into the mayonnaise. She was generally rather disgusting but very funny. Her other topic of conversation was vomit. I think Louise has an unnatural preoccupation with vomit. At McDonald's, Steffan bought two meals. I was mildly entertained by this, especially since not long before he had eaten a large packet of crisps with Louise and Ben's help. Ben, on the other hand, bought one meal. I decided to stick to the lunch I had brought from home and ate it shamelessly in the middle of McDonald's. I did eat some of Steffan's chips with Louise though. Louise also had one of his two Coca Cola drinks.
Louise listened to her music rather loudly the most of the day. I listened to a few of the songs - three by Jack Off Jill and one by HIM. When I wasn't listening to her music with her, I was a bit irritated by the fact I could hear it but I decided to ignore it. I didn't mind sitting next to her because I could sit and be quiet while she was writhing around in her seat - I told her not to do this - and head banging.
Louise has been self-harming. She has cuts on her arm and her leg. She also has the word ‘die’ written in what looks like black felt pen on her arm. She said she did it with a knife. I’m not sure what to do in situations like these but she did tell me that she wasn’t depressed although she was feeling melancholy last night. Louise told me that she has an agreement with her nineteen-year-old Internet and text message friend, Adam, that she will stop self-harming if he quits smoking. I’m not sure whether or not that is a good thing or not. She knows I do not approve of her Internet flirtation with a boy close enough to travel to where we live who is considerably (five years) older than her.
Steffan and Ben sat behind us and Jenny and Ceri almost opposite us. Jenny was writing a love fan letter to Billy Boyd and Ceri periodically mentioned Orlando Bloom.
I shall be glad for a return to normal with the commencement of normal school life!
I had a history assessment yesterday. I am fairly confident I did OK in it. There were a few questions I felt I could have written more in had I had the time and my answer to the last, seven mark question was a bit rushed but I am happy that I didn't do too horribly!
As it was the first test I have had in history this year, I shall take that into consideration when I have my paper back and look through it for ideas on how to improve future test results. I'm only predicted a B for GCSE history, despite the fact I had a level eight - the only person in my year group to achieve that level - at the end of year nine. Yes, I am still bitter about that. If I have my history assessment back tomorrow, Miss Jacob shall be immortalized in my Markers Hall of Fame. I won't hold it against her if I don't have it back tomorrow but I think I will if I don't have it back in Friday's lesson.
In short, we were driven around in a coach for hours. We got out three times simply to stand at the side of the road (or, in one case, a dual carriage way) to peer at things such as an oxbow lake, a moraine and an estuary.
I wasn't even sure where I was supposed to be looking half of the time and usually resorted to asking someone. We had to make little sketches of the various sights in booklets we had been given. My diagrams are almost understandable and I am sure that we will be talking about the fieldtrip at some point during class.
Another time we got out of the coach was to look at a river. Initially, we were just looking at the floodplain and a moraine behind it. The floodplain happened to be used in part for a football or rugby pitch. I am sure the man marking out things on the damp grass appreciated an audience. We proceeded across two bridges that I didn't like very much. I wondered why metal sheets were in some places and not others. I questioned, in my mind, the reason why they were necessary. The possibilities worried me.
The other time we got out of the coach was to clamber down a steep slope that had stones lodged in at odd angles and was covered in slippery leaves, damp from nonexistent rain or, the more likely option, the waterfall itself. Needless to say, I didn't enjoy that. I was convinced I was going to slip, fall and tumble into the vegetation before landing on the rocks. It could be said that I am perhaps a paranoid person when it comes to my safety.
The purpose of clambering down the slope was to look at a 30m high waterfall. It was quite spectacular but, in my opinion, it could have been a lot easier to access. I was convinced at one point I was walking almost vertically down. Louise soon grew tired of me grabbing hold of her coat and Ben was none to pleased when, after being shunned by Louise, I adopted him instead. From both of their reactions, I assume they thought it was quite likely that I would slip and take them with me.
There is a slippery wooden bridge, which you have to cross after clambering down the slope before ascending up a few slippery wooden steps. The bridge's handrail is soaked with water and feels slightly slimy to the touch. I could feel my feet slipping on the bridge which, might I add, had larger gaps that I am fond of between the slats. Once you have done that, you are standing on mud and slippery leaves again.
However, you don't really notice the leaves and the mud when you're looking at the waterfall. It was really interesting and rather beautiful. If you have a short attention span, you soon get bored of staring at the waterfall or, in my case, you stare at it so much that you are concerned you are going to lose your footing and slip down the leaves before colliding with a tree.
I wasn't impressed when no one agreed with me when I commented on how the air smelt nice. Caitlin simply laughed at me. I wish she wouldn't do that. I am under the impression that she finds me slightly odd or, in the least, eccentric. This was demonstrated earlier today when, before we left, I told Carys how I thought her bag was adorable and verified with her that it was of Eeyore. Louise must have said something like, "What else would it be?" to which I replied, "My knowledge of Winnie the Pooh is not extensive." Caitlin, predictably, was tickled by this and, I believe, said it was very like me to phrase something in that manner.
The only other time we stopped was to go to McDonald's. I am sure the staff were intimidated by us. Louise made comments about the male workers ejaculating into the mayonnaise. She was generally rather disgusting but very funny. Her other topic of conversation was vomit. I think Louise has an unnatural preoccupation with vomit. At McDonald's, Steffan bought two meals. I was mildly entertained by this, especially since not long before he had eaten a large packet of crisps with Louise and Ben's help. Ben, on the other hand, bought one meal. I decided to stick to the lunch I had brought from home and ate it shamelessly in the middle of McDonald's. I did eat some of Steffan's chips with Louise though. Louise also had one of his two Coca Cola drinks.
Louise listened to her music rather loudly the most of the day. I listened to a few of the songs - three by Jack Off Jill and one by HIM. When I wasn't listening to her music with her, I was a bit irritated by the fact I could hear it but I decided to ignore it. I didn't mind sitting next to her because I could sit and be quiet while she was writhing around in her seat - I told her not to do this - and head banging.
Louise has been self-harming. She has cuts on her arm and her leg. She also has the word ‘die’ written in what looks like black felt pen on her arm. She said she did it with a knife. I’m not sure what to do in situations like these but she did tell me that she wasn’t depressed although she was feeling melancholy last night. Louise told me that she has an agreement with her nineteen-year-old Internet and text message friend, Adam, that she will stop self-harming if he quits smoking. I’m not sure whether or not that is a good thing or not. She knows I do not approve of her Internet flirtation with a boy close enough to travel to where we live who is considerably (five years) older than her.
Steffan and Ben sat behind us and Jenny and Ceri almost opposite us. Jenny was writing a love fan letter to Billy Boyd and Ceri periodically mentioned Orlando Bloom.
I shall be glad for a return to normal with the commencement of normal school life!
I had a history assessment yesterday. I am fairly confident I did OK in it. There were a few questions I felt I could have written more in had I had the time and my answer to the last, seven mark question was a bit rushed but I am happy that I didn't do too horribly!
As it was the first test I have had in history this year, I shall take that into consideration when I have my paper back and look through it for ideas on how to improve future test results. I'm only predicted a B for GCSE history, despite the fact I had a level eight - the only person in my year group to achieve that level - at the end of year nine. Yes, I am still bitter about that. If I have my history assessment back tomorrow, Miss Jacob shall be immortalized in my Markers Hall of Fame. I won't hold it against her if I don't have it back tomorrow but I think I will if I don't have it back in Friday's lesson.