Sixth Form

I have been at Sixth Form now for almost a year and to be honest, it really doesn't feel like it has been that long; however, in other ways, it feels like it's been a lifetime. By this I mean that my german lessons seem never-ending and my german continues to worsen as the year goes on. I took it because I thought it would sound good saying that I can speak both german and french - sadly I can never and will never be able to make this statement. Ich bin sehr stupid. Unfortunately I have to do my german oral on Thursday and I have not began my research into the subject at all... Thinking about it, the only vocab that I've managed to learn this year has been words that I find amusing or 'rude words' translated into german. Don't judge me; I'm still technically a child.

I can't help but feel that I have been partly let down by the school who gave me and my friend the most bitchy german assistant on this earth. Annoyingly, she learnt english the american way so she has an insanely annoying accent. I attend the sessions with my lovely and hilarious friend but Carolina does not like us - partly because once she heard us shout 'Caroweeeeener' and because we (hilariously) pretend to her that we have an obsession with Michael Jackson and grace her with new pictures every lesson; naturally, all answers to the questions given have to include reference to the musical genius at some point and some quotes that we have learnt off by heart to freak her out. Last week, she snapped and demanded that from now on we do not bring our shrine to Michael to the lesson. Beat it!

I could go on forever about my lessons but I will just provide a brief outlook:
French - Reasonable, one teacher does nothing to teach us however, and instead takes us to the computer room every lesson.
English Literature - I had every faith until I got my first ever C - and it was for my coursework! *Shudder*
Business Studies - Boring but easy.

Although I'm finding Sixth Form increasingly harder at the minute as we are approaching our lovely exams, I am not usually stressed out about the whole education thang. In fact, if I really feel like a day off school, I'll take a day off school. Radical, I know, but Jeremy Kyle, coffee and bed are three guilty pleasures which are lethaly good when combined. Doesn't it make you feel all kinda great and superior when you watch shows like Jeremy Kyle? A hard to resist pick-me-up.

Anyway, I'm off to do some german revision *shifty eyes*.. so TTFN
xxx

PS
Why can't I get through the day without listening to this? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-moeVw_r_4

My teacher at primary school used to be a member of Muse but didn't think the band would go anywhere. Geez, burn.

Buses

As a poor teenager with ‘I’m not your taxi-service’ parents, I regularly endure taking the bus into town to meet friends, mug people and take drugs. No, that is a joke; but I have had to take the bus into town for other, far less interesting - but slightly more law-abiding reasons, such as going to work, meeting friends to go to Starbucks and occasionally buying some new clothes. I would estimate that I have taken in the region of 5,000 bus journeys, most of them being on the same service (F, Leckhampton).

The beauty of travelling the same route day in, day out, is that you start to feel unusually close to people hopping on the bus whom you recognise; you may even consider giving them a friendly nod every now and then. Further down the line of your strictly bus relationship, you may even contemplate talking to them. I am not too sure about what these non car owners like to talk about, so I suggest that you muse over one thing that you know you have in common – taking the bus (particularly the route you travel on together). Bonds grow stronger in instances such as both narrowly missing the bus together – think of this as a good memory that you both can share for some time to come.

One thing that I grow sick and tired of are old ladies who refuse to benefit from the seats that were put at the front of the bus for THEM. They seem to think, ‘no, I’ll leave those for people who need them’ – annoyingly, they are the ones who should be sitting there. They are far too proud to sit where they belong, and instead struggle to reach the back of the bus before the driver puts his foot on the gas. I can’t help but feel slightly smug when he does this before they have reached their destination – please don’t judge me for muttering ‘serves you right’ in the back of my head.

Many other things annoy me on the bus, including:

• Children sent directly from hell pressing the button more than once
• Bus passes valid for a week for ONE service when I have no other choice but to use two
• Inconsiderate people who sit next to you when you were planning on sitting on that two-seated bench by yourself (the bag placed next to me means fuck off)

Well, I have secured myself car lifts from my brother for the weekend, because of a little deal we have that I do his share of the ironing. I pretend to do this weekly, but don’t worry I don’t ever do it (my parents are in on the scam so they don’t have to give me so many lifts).

Ciao for now x