I love being favoured =] Yesterday we had to go to school during our holidays, to have an art day, and I also had to be there for yearbook. We got there first, as usual (in your face Bec) only to find that Ms Kirkwood wasn't there. So Kira and I went into the CAD room and I worked on yearbook for a little bit, before she made her big entrance with the STUPID dog in tow. Bec of course was there by this stage, and so she had her little chat with her about the dog while I sat at my computer mocking them. So after about ten minutes of "Oh and I brought the dog for you!" "Oh reaaaaallly Ms Kirkwood!" "Yes, and that's why I was late.." "Oh, you certainly didn't have to.." which made me want to gag/ go into a hole and stay there, she finally noticed I was there. Hah. "Oh, is that Eileen over there?" "Mmm." "Hi Eileeeeeeen!" "Mmmm." Then Mrs Graham asked Bec how her holidays have been going, which sent me into a fit of furiousness as usual because she only smiled at me and commented that she forgot to turn the heater on when I arrived. So that led me to believe that she liked Bec better than me, giving me another thing to whine about for the morning. Hah. So I got upset and decided I needed Nicole there, so I started whining for Nicole and Kira called her, which led to Nicole trying to calm me down, assuring me that she would be there in 10 minutes. Of course when she finally did arrive, Ms Kirkwood had opened up my favourite art room for me (purely because it was the one I liked best) and was helping me through my folio, so I didn't even really need her to be there. Damn society. She even told me that I "did very well on SAC one". She isn't supposed to discuss that with us. Haha. So we went to yearbook, blah blah, Sandra set us to work, blah blah, Sandra went home so I decided I didn't actually need to do any work because she wasn't going to know anyway. But I did captions and Nicole did some of the class photos, and then Mrs Graham came along and we asked for her help. She then realised that she hadn't handed her captions in, and so she sat with us, trying to figure out if they matched up with her class photo. (At first she was convinced it wasn't her class, but then we pointed out that she was in the photo, so she accepted it.) She couldn't figure out half of the girls' names, which was quite shameful, but it was really funny for Nicole and I to watch her struggle. Anyway, this got her started on one of her long-winded stories, which are always funny to listen to, and by the end, I felt truly loved, because she never does that with Bec. (I hate my jealousy.) Somewhere in the middle I asked her to photocopy some things for me and left the book out in the middle of nowhere; got my camera out and started taking photos of nothing; Nicole and I began to lie between the gaps in the tables; Ellie killed her discman; Nicole complained because the other Nicole was taking up Ms Kirkwood's time; did some more yearbook; talked to the other Nicole about my theme; discovered that the Design Tech room was cold; got pissed off at the stupid deaf dog (which she called POOCHIE! WHAT THE HELL!) that was running around everywhere; started to feel ill; then helped them (ie: laughed at them) while they tried to find the Gesso. Which they found. Eventually. Behind paint. Eventually everybody bar me and Nicole left, so Ms Kirkwood came in and started to talk to us. I wasn't really talking to her, until she mentioned the essay, which I piped up and asked for an extension. Of course, she said no, but I persisted, for both that and the focus statement. She started going on about due dates and deadlines and all that, and then I once again asked when it was due, and then she said something about the bloody exhibition being on the Friday of the second last week of term, when I got angry and started refusing to go. "Do I have to go?" "Oh, don't be like that. Yes. You have to go." "But whyyy!?" "Because it's exciting! Trust me, you'll love it. All your work will be on display, you'll be the star of the show!" "I won't love it." "Yes you will." "No, Ms Kirkwood, trust me, she won't." "Well whyyy don't you want to go then?" "Because it's my birthday!" "Oh, well you'll get to spend your birthday here! We'll sing Happy Birthday to you!" "NO! DON'T!" At this point Nicole started to laugh. "Well, too bad, You have to go." "I'm not going." "Yes you are." "Extention?" "What?" "Extention?" "No!" She then got our previous essays out and went over them with us, and we both got A's. (Duh.) Then she went on to talk about how everyone else was doing, and her frustration about people not doing the work, not being able to understand why they just weren't doing it. I kind of laughed, and asked what Kira got. She looked down, and her tone changed to kind of fed up: "She got a UG." Which made me laugh harder, despite the fact that her face was getting darker and darker by the second. Then she pulled out Kira's essay to show us. "THIS is what Kira handed up." We laughed. She sighed. Because the piece of paper only had about a paragraph on it, while ours had three and a half pages worth of writing. "She can write! I can tell that by what she has written! But she just doesn't care, or something... I don't know." "Yeah, she can write, she does literature, but it's maybe... that... I don't know, just like.." "Look, I really shouldn't be asking you guys anyway, she's your friend." "No, it's alright." "No, I shouldn't... look, it doesn't matter." "WAIT! I know why she didn't do it! You were talking to her the whole time!" "Ohhh yeaaahh. That's why she didn't do some of it." "Yeah. So it's not really her fault." "No, not true. I wansn't talking to her the whole time. Ten minutes, tops." "No, like, half the lesson." "No, you're wrong! I was marking things at the table, I remember!" And then the argument went on like that for a while, until I started asking for an extension again and she started saying no again. Then she said that look, we both did very well on the essay, so if we wanted we could just re-type the ones we did in class and just fix them up a little, because she knows we know what we were doing. But she told us not to tell anyone else, because she wasn't supposed to be doing that. Hahahaha. Favoured. Brilliant. Happens every time, like the time I got her to do up my shoelace because I was feeling lazy. So we sat there talking to her for ages, and we talked to her about going walking and top arts and stuff, and it was good. I liked sitting there with Nicole and talking to her, because despite the fact that she shits me sometimes, she's actually really nice to us (us being Nicole, Bec and I) and pluuuuuss, I get favoured. My God, I'm such a suck. Anyway, I came out of the yearbook office later on to find Kira sitting there waiting for me, and she handed me three pieces of paper. They were the photocopies I asked Mrs Graham to do. But she actually used the good photocopier, the COLOUR one, which normally students have to pay a dollar for each copy. AND she cut them to size for me with the guillotine! I was so happy that she did all that for me, considering that other people wouldn't have bothered. Favoured, again. And I feel loved. Haha. So then Kira and I went to the city, bought crap, and went home. Fun day. Fuuun day. Lotta crappy photos taken. Holy crap, I missed the deadline for the yearbook cover!! SHIIIT. Meh. I want to marry Andy Warhol.