In my group of Year 3's, there was this one girl who was so mean to the others. She kept hogging all the activities and kicking people under the table. The only person she listened to was me but after like 40 minutes, I gave up trying to control her...
Bossy Girl: HEY! I want to read the card, give it to me!
Other Girl: But I'm reading it...
Bossy Girl: NOO! I want to read. >:(
*Bossy girl gets up and whispers something threatening into Other girl's
ear.*
Other Girl: :O You're so mean!
Me: What happened?
Other Girl: She said she was gonna DIBBY-DOB on me!
*GASP* OH. MY. GOD. She was gonna DIBBY-DOB! :O
I hate:
- Pe Assignments
- English Assessment tasks
- Geo tests
- Maths tutor hw
- English tutor hw
God, why am I even bothered? Just when I get net back (and have a chance of watching Bleach, manga-ing or drama-ing), I GET A STUPID PE ASSIGNMENT - COMPLETE WITH MAKING A FRIGGIN POSTER AND WRITING AN EXTENDED RESPONSE.
GAAAAAYYYYYY.
Good & Bad things about the violin:
- Good: I can threaten my reading partner. I told her that it was a machine gun and if she didn't read, I would shoot her. She didn't laugh.
- Bad: I have to carry it on Friday mornings and afternoons TT'. Along with my school bag and PE bag and books...
- Good: I can finally practice at home, it feels cool having my own (borrowed) violin.
- Bad: My mum nearly spazzed (again) when I told her the rental fee.
- Good: My sister listens to me now cuz I told her that if she doesn't, I would play the violin in her room. Quote: "Geez, I knew you were bad but not THIS BAD."
- Bad: I can't play it downstairs in case my neighbours complain. When I first tried practicing with it, my mum asked me what dying bird I was keeping in my room.
- Good: No-one bothers me anymore cuz if they do, I tell them that I'm going to practice and then they all run away :)
Right now, I guess you could say that the violin is more like a weapon of mass destruction (that has the awesome power of destroying everyone's eardrums -within a 1 mile radius-), rather than an instrument. The only one who doesn't care is my dad. He could probably sleep through World War 3 and not realize it.
Yesterday I got a note to go on the japanese excursion. I don't do japanese (stupid high achievers) but there were extra spots, that's why I got it. I went home and asked my mum if I could go. She said NO - she wasn't willing to pay the $140 bucks and she said stuff like, "You don't even learn japanese, what's the point?" and "Why the hell do you even want to go anyway?". She full spazzed at me and told me to pay it myself. I can't do that seeing I get $5 pocket money a week and it would take me... oh, only 14 weeks to save up HALF THE AMOUNT.
Today, I went to school and at lunch, I gave the note back to Ms P. It turns out that my mum rang my aunty (who works at the school) during lunch, and told her that she'd changed her mind and would pay for the excursion after all. So, when Juliana and Nancy went to Ms P. to give in their notes, they asked for my note back.
And guess what? She'd already given it to another student.
Funny how life can be so horrible.
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