Ah, Now I remember why I dislike school so much...

The people are so boring. It was so odd going back to school from 2 weeks at work experience, because as soon as I walked towards the school I knew I was going to be subjected to the same old mundane chat about boys, horses etc. Don't get me wrong, there are some lovely people there, and they have treated me well, but I feel less and less like I belong there. I mean, this didn't all start because of work experience. The feeling has been looming for quite some time, but I just put it to one side.
Not important, didn't care.
But now it is, and things are really starting to hit me. Like the coursework. I think I only completed one out of several pieces this year, and now I am about to pay for it - big time. Starting tommorow. There are going to be 'catch up' sessions for coursework. I never saw why coursework is so important in the first place. I think GCSEs should be about learning all you can in the 2 years, then taking an exam to show what you can remember. It's rediculous. We should have at least been given the choice between mainly coursework GCSE courses and mainly exam. I know which one I would have gone for. I tend to perform much better in exams than sitting at home doing mundane essasys about things I couldn't care less about.

Still, parent's evening on Wednesday. They'll find out about the coursework soon enough. And then there will be an argument. Not too good. In fact, that was an understatement. I may not be allowed to use the net (Although, the last time dad said that, I just plugged the network cable back in...). I'm sure it will be more serious this time though. I mean, god forbid I fail his GCSEs! All I need are 5 Cs and above and I will get into 6th form. Then I can take my A Levels and do well in those. If I get all As in the A levels I might get into Bristol or Edinburgh University. Or even Cambridge if it gets a bit chilly in hell. Why did I even waste half of my GCSEs anyway. Why did I choose such rubbish subjects. Bloody IT teacher decided I might like to take the IT GCSE course and I stupidly agreed. I didn't even know what the syllabus was. They are teaching me the dullest stuff in the world, with the most boring teacher. Why! Why? And I'm also beginning to think that I shouldn't have taken sociology. My choice entirely. My fault. I can't blame anyone. Dad didn't agree, and I didn't listen, because I'm an idiot. I should have taken music and prehaps german. I should have done what dad said. Why is my dad always right? Can't I make the right decision for once?

And I have just realised how much I am Whining! I hate Whining! Is there any point to it. I suppose no one is reading this blog, so I can whinge all I want! Blah Blah, Whinge Whinge, School Sucks etc. Now, actually, that wasn't quite as satisfying as the big rant, but I do wish I could inject more humor into it. Where is the fun in a rant if it isn't slightly funny!

I ought to go, because I do actually plan on being on time for school tomorrow. I may find it dull as dishwater, but punctuality is high on my list of priorities and If I can't keep good time, then thats another thing to panic about.

Peace \m/

Vicky

Odd day...

Well, I started off the day going on a little bit of a low note, because we (parents) decided not to go to Blues on the Farm. Fair enough; it's £100, but it only happens once a year, and there are so many people there that I enjoy talking to. Well, you know what they say - when one door closes, another one opens (and promptly slams in your face! But I digress...).

So, Dad went to play an unplugged session at the local pub (how dull does that sound!) with Tony and the lead guitarist from Family Charlie "double-neck" Whitney. Of course, I cannot stay in one place for a long time, so cue me wondering off at any given opportunity. Also, with them playing blues songs, and me feeling pretty down about leaving work experience, I couldn't really sit there much. So I threw in the towel and announced that I was going to cycle home.

Now, this is where that door opened - I, whilst I was cycling home, saw some friends I had met at New year's eve. So I stopped to catch up with them for a while. They invited me in, and we had dinner and a great laugh, but I lost track of time. I phoned up home - oops! It appears it is 4 hours after I left the pub, and mum and dad are in a panic. Bugger. So, I cycle home to a massive bollocking from dad, and he disconnects my internet! Cue much panicing. Still, I have a guitar and some mp3s, so that kept me busy. After supper I connected my computer's cable to the router and dad still doesn't know it. I wonder how happy he will be when he figures that out...

*sighs* School tommorow. I don't want to go back. I prefer work. That was a much nicer environment and there were more intelligent people. I mean, we had an in-depth discussion about quantum physics! Beat that.
So... back to failing my GCSE's and being refused entry to sixth form, which is looking likely at the moment. Oh well, looks like I'm just going to have to work harder...

Yours uneasily,

Vicky

Just getting started...

Hello! I'm Vicky, and I am trying to get into blogging. (I used to have a blog, but couldn't be arsed with it).

Let's start off with a few things about me -

I'm currently 15 years old

I am doing awfully in my GCSEs at the moment

I like web design, and have a website, but I haven't done much in quite some time

I am a big fan of martial arts, but I am always in and out of different clubs

I love science, but (as with all my subjects) I can only do well if I have a good teacher. Unfortunately, my science teacher is rubbish.

I like the paranormal to a certain degree

I'm very sprirtual, but I am still learning about all the different philosophies and will not confine my thinking to just one at the moment.

I love playing the guitar, and I do not like much of today's music (Rap, R&B, dance, emo, gothic etc... I hate it)

I am a linux enthusiast

I despise Microsoft, particularly Windows

I think thats enough about me for now.

On to the interesting stuff - What I did today!
Well, maybe not that interesting, but my Dad did play his first gig since he got out of hospital. (2 weeks ago) Basically, he had a heart attack 4 weeks ago and was a little worried that the adrenaline rush of playing on stage would be too much for him. Luckily, It wasn't, and he played amazingly. It's a shame his band split up, I would quite like to see them play together again. Still, He and Tony play more than well enough to make up for it.

Sooo, tomorrow may or may not be Blues on the Farm for our family. Rather annoyingly, we are a little short of money until we get our lottery winnings, or I get a well paid job (whichever happens first), so we will just have to see how much money we can scrape together. I really hope we go, because I love blues on the farm, and it only happens 1 week a year.

You know, It's really very late. I ought to get to sleep earlier. I had no problem waking up early during work experience. 6:00 AM, on the dot. Now I am waking up at 1:30 in the afternoon again, and it is no wonder, considering wh