My first day of school.

My first day of school consisted of sleeping through my alarm (in actually I snoozed my alarm and slept through it), missing my bus at eight, and calling a cab since another one didn't come for freaking ages. Anyway, the cab comes earlier than expected, so I end up rushing out of the house without my house keys, and without my school shoes. So I end up going to school in a pair of Chuck Taylors. Life was great.

Furthermore, in my first maths methods class for the year, my peers and I were greeted with the infamous "you guys don't have the right attitude, you guys are going to fail methods, it's too late for some of you already, I know this because I'm experienced, I taught girls last year with the same results" bullshit lecture. Seriously, he's given us that speech about 10 times already this course, it's the biggest fucking waste of time and it's de-motivating to the bone marrow. Like, how the fuck can he expect us to be motivated for class when he's already presupposed a condescension in our abilities? Also, he can't fucking answer direct questions properly, which I may as well take to be due to a lack of understanding.

I want to tenderly thrust his throat with a rusty hammer, senile fucking gnat.

It was very nice to see everyone again though.

Sorry for the lack of posting guys. Year Twelve has me chained up to a chariot of fire, led by unicorns, with steel armor pleating.

But I have many thoughts and ideas lined up for a good few posts, including a recap of 2010, so please bear with my absence until then, you cheese eating surrender monkeys.