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