Get it off your chest!

[Heathcliff]

Whatever.
The first camp that I'm on has cold weather, then the second one has aweson weather.
And why do I need to get half the stuff on the list I was given?
I mean, on one part they want us to bring bathers and the other they want us to bring thermal underwear. The weather report say it will be too cold to swim and too hot for thermals.
And I don't HAVE half of the things they want. No thermals. No pants that aren't jeans. No beanie. I don't think I even OWN four t-shirts that have sleeves that aren't long sleeves. I thing, at the moment I've got... eh... two that are clean, one I'm wearing, one I wore yesterday, and a whole heap on them that don't have sleeves.
Then they say to bring a long sleeve shirt to protect us from the sun and THEN they say to bring sunscreen. If we have sunscreen then WHY, may I ask, do we need to cover our arms?
ARGH!

[Maryd.]

CYBER BULLIES!!! I hate them. and I must, because I hate using the word hate! GRRRRR!

[Lumiere]

Try harder.

[BienvenuJDC]

I wish that the lot of you would get off your high horse of having to prove others wrong concerning your own opinions....and if you can't...I wish that you'd just leave.

[Heathcliff]

I hate this stupid book report. It is the most boringly mind-numbing assignment I've ever had. Its like all of the writers-block I had during that RE assignment that I ended up getting an A+ for all over again. I know I'm going to get a good score, but I'm going to have to tough it out to produce some work that I cannot help but despise in order to do so. I could just get it over and done with and then cast it from my mind, but no. I need to rant on. I mean, we were given minimal information on how to structure it, despite the fact that not one person in the class has ever produced a book report. We weren't given any information. When in doubt, I've always been told to ask questions. I ask and I get nothing in reply.

"How many words does it have to be?"
"As many as you think you need."
"Will we be marked on the word count?"
"Yes."
"So what is a good score?"
"Everything has to be relevant to what is in the book."
"Miss, you've read Looking for Alibrandi, what do you want me to do?"
"Just do what you think is right." No kidding, I'd have done what I thought was wrong.
"Okay then Miss. So what am I supposed to write about?"
"Follow the sheet."
"I don't want to just re-tell the story."
"Don't. Talk about the characters."
"So that is what we are marked on?"
"No, you're marked on your knowledge of the story."
"Yea, I know what you mean."
"You also have to say how you felt about it."
"So this opinionated?"
"No. Say the good things."
"So I can't bag how much I despised the ending?"
"You'll be marked down."
"Got it. So I'll just try and get a good mark."
"Good girl. Now I want to have my lunch."
"See you, Miss."
"Bye Frances."

Yea. I've never heard a teacher tell me to write what they want to hear. I know they mean it, but she just said it. And why can't she tell me how many words to write? She knows I can write, she knows I can make it all relevant. So now I'm just going to write more than I guess everybody else will just to be safe. Nothing else better to do.
And why must she call me "good girl"? She is baby herself, she was at the same school as well. Half the teachers who praise me gave her detentions.

Okay. So I should stop dragging on about how I believe I'm superior and get some work done.

I know that no matter how much I procrastinate, I'll do well. Then I'll be praised through that same fake smile.

I wish all teachers were genuine, like my maths teacher and my RE teacher, and my year seven homeroom teacher.

And, guess what else, MY TEA HAS GONE COLD!!

[Niamh]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm never going to get this assignment done!

[papayahed]

Bosses and friends stink.

[Niamh]

great. seems today is going to be a "wonderful" day. First woken up at 2.45am by a text from the DM i work alongside to say he wasnt coming in and lost an hours sleep from my vital 3.5 hours. So tired. Not looking forward to having to explain why he aint in to the boss. The stupid bus turned up early, and dropped me off at the airport at 4.10am! Left my lunch at home and have zero money to buy lunch. Then i had to have a firm word with one of the girls for arguing on the shop floor. 7 hours left to go and that doesnt even include the rest of the day. Just waiting to hear i lost my mortgage approval and then i have to deal with telling the estate agents and the solicitor, who will charge me for handling the contracts, which shouldnt have been sent out to him in the first place! gurrr!! I just want to go to bed and i cant.
Oh and i forgot to mention my uncle died yesterday. This has been a crap 9 hours since i got that news.

[BienvenuJDC]

I wish I could understand why...............

[Scheherazade]

Oh and i forgot to mention my uncle died yesterday. This has been a crap 9 hours since i got that news.

I am sorry for your loss, Niamh.

Can you not take the day off today?

[Niamh]

I'm the only one in

[Heathcliff]

I'm the only one in

Condolenses and cuggles be with you.

I'm grumpy because teachers never reply to my emails, not even the ones of relevance.

[Maryd.]

Oh and i forgot to mention my uncle died yesterday. This has been a crap 9 hours since i got that news.

Hey Niamh, sorry to hear about your loss.
Condolences dear.

[papayahed]

My condolences Niamh.

[Niamh]

thanks everyone. Was sudden.