Today was hot. Apparently not quite as hot as it felt but still hot. I started the day in my sometimes-usual 'don't know what the hell this crap is coming out of my mouth but people seem to be laughing' self. Silently dreading Ryan and I's dance assesment that we hadn't done yet. Who the hell puts dancing on the school certificate?? Anyways, by the time of tutor group - which was in the hall so we could have a pre-school certificate briefing (fu-un) - I thought I'd get out of it because my partner wasn't there.
Alas, he was. And we did it. It was all kinds of shithouse, but we did it.
Science was fucking awesome. Dr. Maher is awesome. He wears cool ties, rides a motorbike, has tatoos, give us iceblocks in the middle of summer, give us chocolate to 'test the hypothesis of sugar makes you work faster' and today - brought a samurai sword to school to teach us about attention to detail in the school certificate. Just. Fucking. Awesome.
After a reletively eventless recess, double English. I like English, I can actually do it. Nothing really happened there either. Just an entire class melting and falling asleep in a classroom in front of a teacher who was trying to inspire us. Or something. I think the heat was getting to him too, he said some pretty disturbing comments that even he seemed to regret half-way through.
English was over pretty quick. And lunch was intantly good. Someone in the school, a sorry teacher, the embarrassed principal or maybe even God - because we lovingly devote our youth-filled lives to worship the cloud - gave us our table back. Well, not our table, it's a bit hard to put something back onto a slab of concrete after you cut the legs off and filled in the holes with crappy catholic concrete, but a new table... A new to the area table. Now we don't have to sit on the ground. Hallelujah!
Then... Double History.
We did some past school certificates, listened to Mr Bartlett mumble on about rubbish or something and then watched the Melbourne Cup. For a race that supposedly 'stops the nation', we all seemed a tad uninterested. So unAustralian. Must be the heat.
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