Smiles All Around!

I absolutely adore Maths, especially Algebra.

I get really excited when I get something right, and I really understood the algebraic equations in A-level Maths.

I am a nerd, right?

To be fair, having such dire teachers over the last few years, bar Mr Hickman of course who is amazing, I am rather surprised that my grade was so good.

Regardlessly, as ditzy and blonde (much like myself, may I add) as she is, Ms Westwood is an incredible teacher.

She actually makes me want to learn!

And you know what?

I am so excited for IT tomorrow...

God knows why.

I've almost completed the work anyway.

Additionally, but not exactly importantly, my teacher looks like Seth Rogen.

And I won't be all emo and say my life is rubbish just because the minority of people around here are inconsiderate assholes, because I have people in my life like Ashley, and my good friend Jake to support me.

Basically, this all says that even though I will trash the name of the Sixth Form a million times over, the teachers here are possibly some of the best, and most qualified around, and the majority of the students aren't chav twat heads who need to grow up.
And as much as everyone else trashes Smith's Wood, some of us will come out a hell of a lot better than they will, even if we do unfortunately have a bunch of 'tards here.

You know why?

Because having a reputation and being expected to fail welcomes determination.

Am I really that ugly?

Some people won't look at me.
If you know that you're the culprit, right now you probably don't care, but in all seriousness, it matters to me. I hate it when people just avert their eyes when you're there and avoid you like the plague. What am I, like contagious? I'm pretty sure you can't catch stupidity.

Other than worrying about if I look like a cross between the Hunchback of Notre Dame and Elephant Man, college is boring at the moment.
Not alot of work, except in maths.

Well basically, sixth form is really quite a doss at the moment.
I mean seriously, 7 free periods?!
I might as well not turn up at all.

All this free time has not, however been spent doing any work whatsoever.
I have just been mulling about things and gossiping like crazy. I mean, some girls at Smith's Wood are seriously Plastic.
They turn up with their fake tan, their horse hair and false attitudes and I just wish that I hadn't come back here to sixth form. They truly make me hate being around the new college.

I, seriously, just try to avoid them as much as possible when walking around. It's just lucky that the years are separate, otherwise I'd see them more often.
Is there a need for 3 layers of orange foundations and completely straightened hair. What time did you get up, like 5?

Anyway, you're probably thinking that on some subconscious level I'm jealous.
And I possibly am.
But who cares?
They may be prettier than me, and have better bodies and hair than me, and may even be smarter than me, but I dress how I like and feel comfortable.
If I decided to come to school in a bin liner, my friends would still talk to me.
And most importantly, I am relatively happy with the direction my life is going in at the moment.

Good times!

First Is Never The Best

First days of College!
New faces, old faces; same attitudes. Ah, how some things that you will never miss never change, unlike the old school, the majority of which is probably in some big hole in the ground near Kiddeminster. It's like a labyrinth and I am forever getting lost.
Wonderful :)

The school, however, does not reflect neither the majority of the pupils nor the minority of the teachers. We come from a prominantly working class area, so of course, chavs and emos galore.
This compares nothing compared to some of the new teachers, who I find particularly foul.

Here comes a little story...

As many of you know, I feel that I have very little value that isn't academic and I pride myself on my intelligence. This is why, when going into my first Biology lesson yesterday after getting decent Science grades ( 2 A's ), I felt so irritated at my condescending teacher who decided that none of our class, except, of course, Jenna, were at a good starting point.

I mean what kind of society do we live in when C's and above, as all of my class got, are looked down upon?
Oh sorry, I didn't get an A*, that must make me a complete imbecile.
Thank you very much. I'm sure you know that, not only have we had over 10 different teachers since year 7, most of our course was infact Chemistry based.

Other than that, College has been fun though, and I am looking forward to seeing what the year brings. Let's hope that it's not as hard as they say.