Monday 18 November 2013: A Death Sentence

Apparently things that happen in my life are interesting for other people to read about (go figure, I think). But anyway it turns out that's what you (the readers) want - evn though I've had irate comments to the contrary in the past saying things like 'BLOG ABOUT THINGS THAT ARE RELEVANT TO MY LIFE FGT' or similar.

So. The particular event I draw your attention to goes as follows.

Monday afternoon/evening. 2 oclock till 5 oclock. NCEA Maths Exam. Now Maths exams are hard exams as is, this difficulty is somewhat compounded by being very much in the graveyard shift - in this case meaning people would rather be dead than doing maths. But anyway, I am significantly more fortunate than most of the people sitting this exam, as I (and many others who chose wise options like I did) do not have to sit Statistics. Now, I do not like English as a subject, more because of how it is marked than because I dislike the subject, but seriously if you wwant to do English, do English. Don't do Stats, which is basically English walking around with one of those party masks on in old-fashioned parties. Call a spade a spade, and its basically English for Maths, not any kind of legitimate maths at all. However, it doesn't help my cause that the legitimate mathses (word? - I don't care) are harder by at least double than they should be, especially considering this is in the afternoon.

I also happen to have read the school yearbook, where the Head of English 100% endorsed complaining, but suggested it be done 'with style and wit' rather than whinging. While I agree with this in principle, it is hard to actually do, and with that in mind, here my attempt at styley-witty-complaining, rather than the utilisation of the no-you-are argument is as follows:

There once was a subject called Maths
And one day it - oh fuck it my brain's fried. Maybe another day.

For now, it seems 'unsophisticated' whining will have to do.

Back to study. Chemistry tomorrow. Then my racist opinions while I get bored between then and Accounting ten days later.

That was a joke. I do not have racist opinions. I don't even have opinions about racing. As earlier posts may suggest, I do not like sport.

That's all for now.

Have a nice whatever.