Okay, so this was my second entry in a matter of hours, but sitDiary was being crap yesterday so my previous one was yesterdays. And this is today's. The Parent/Teacher Interviews So yesterday I had parent/teacher interviews... and they were crap. I'm not a terribly good student, and I probably should be changing, because I'm in year 12 now, and I'm a leader, and all that other shit. But I just hate homework so much! I have better things to do with my life than sit down for hours on end trying to do logarithms and quartics and inverse equations. Gah. Anyway, they pretty much went as follows... English [so far, B+] Meh. Pretty crap. My dad was angry that I'm only getting B+, and I was trying to explain that reaaally, it's not that bad. But of course he wouldn't listen... didn't help that the teacher was saying that "Yeah, it's not that good" which he took as "Eileen is failing." She asked me whether I did the require 4-5 hours of English homework per week. I said no. And we said our goodbyes. Studio Arts [A+] I got there and glared at her. She is glare worthy. She said her nice hello, "Hi, I'm Joey, blah blah blah blah, She seems to be nervous and unconfident, I think she feels like she needs to be reminded constantly that she is doing okay, she wants to be told how good she is [WRONG! LIES! I want to be told what I'm doing wrong, not that I'm doing okay. Gah.], she is talented, she's working fine..." and then I interrupted her by saying "It's because Nicole worries, and I spend too much time with her, therefore I worry." "Well... tell Nicole to shut up!" [Note: She then went and told Nicole off for making me "panic", and then Nicole cracked it and said "NO! SHE'S THE ONE MAKING MEE PANIC!" Also lies. Haha. And then she told Kira to steal ideas from Melanie and I...] So then she started going on about theory, and how I was having difficulty with this thing we did, and Eileen, why are you having difficulty? It should be easy for you, blah blah blah, then she started talking about our excursion, which I then started whining about because I have to go for French too, meaning twice the art gallery "fun", and then she got on her "When I was 17, I was just like you" thing, and I got bored and fidgety, and then she and my dad got angry at me, and I whined. Then we left. VERY AWKWARD. (earlier that day, in fact, I had ignored her saying hello to me, getting her angrier, so we were off to a bad start anyways...) Design and Technology [A+] "Well, what can I say? SHE'S FANTASTIC!" HAHAHAHAHAHA Ahhh I love Mrs Walsh... best teacher ever. And what was hilarious is that my math teacher was next to us, and she was staring at me weirdly, clearly thinking quite the opposite. Heh. She was going on about me and Kira being the good children that actually attend after school classes, about Fashion courses I can do, about many many fabric shops that we can visit this weekend, and etc. etc. etc. Best interview of the night. Too bad my dad doesn't value the design subjects. Mathematical Methods [euuh... D+? C? Something shite.] Well. It wasn't as bad as I expected actually. I had warned Dad, so he knew what to expect. She was really nice about it, asked me how I was planning to fix the situation I'm in [ie: very very very very behind]. I said I will catch up completely over this weekend... so I hope I'm able to. But what really interested me was that she was really surprised with my SAC mark, happy that I actually got over 50%, considering how little work I have done. [ie: stuff all] So she said that if I even did the bare minimum, I would get really good marks, that I must be somewhat mathematically talents. PFFFT HAHAHHAHA My dad was just sitting there going, her marks are deplorable, and you're calling her talented? Yeaaah. Twas funny. French [A+] Didn't go to see the idiot of a teacher, because 1. She has no brain and 2. She didn't have any spaces left for me. Aw. Hahaha. Everyone else went to see her though, and all the parents full on attacked her. And then they went around to every other teacher and bitched about her. HAHAAHAHAHA WE ARE SO GETTING HER FIRED! BIIIIITCH =]] [NB: It is possible. We got our Year 6 teacher fired. Good times. Good, incompetent times.] Yeah, so those crap results are why I'm "banned" from the internet and MSN. HAHAHAHHA. Yeaaaah right. Holy Thursday! [ie: today, shhyeah.] Um... and nothing really happened today. 'Cept I lost my blazer, and I was running around school at 3 (everyone else left at 1pm) whining and trying to find it. Aaaargh. The office lady SOMEHOW knows my name... o.0 weird, because she said, no, there's one but it hasn't got your name on it. Then Nicole needed to go to see Ms Kirkwood, so we went to the art department, and Mrs Graham looked at us strangely, surprised, because we were back so late. So I told her about my blazer, and she told us another classic Mrs G story about one of her year 8's who left their uniform at school, it was really funny actually. Then Ms Kirkwood rocked up, and when she had finally finished talking to Nicole, she looked at me and said "Aaaw, look at that face! Cheer up!" And I planned to just leave without saying anything, because I don't like her. But Nicole told her about my blazer, and she said, "Oh well. It will turn up. SMILE EILEEN!" So I just glared at her and said "Oh yeah! Smile! Because I've just lost my freaking blazer!" "Just smiiiile!" Then Mrs Wall walked in and said, don't worry about it, it will turn up. Then proceeded to sing the beginning of our school hymn, "Let Nothing frighten you nor worry you, for God is unchanging in his LOOOOVE.." But by that stage, I had stormed out in a huff, so this is what Nicole had informed me. Too bad I walked off, that would have been funny too. WOOHOO. Long and quite boring entry. I just needed to go over that, so I can stop thinking about my stupid maths and english marks, and my crap art teacher, and get over it all and make a fresh start. Fresh start starts tomorrow. Yay. Au Revoir. [x] PS. I did actually smile when she told me that she really liked my drawing style... I smiled a lot. But not when she was there. I didn't want her to know she made me feel good.