Today bears repeating.

I'm begining to understand why people keep journals. There's something rather fun in keeping a record of your existence. As though it somehow validates it. I think part of that is knowing that if people so choose, they can read it. That's one of the things that's always bothered me about mortality- The fact that If I stop existing, everything I've seen and felt and thought suddenly disappears. Dying doesn't bother me, it's the loss of all that knowledge and thought that seems an afront to the world. People die every day, and they take their brains with them, and then the rest of the world has lost something that it can never get back.

But that has nothing to do with my day. It started normally enough, except for being the second monday and therefore it started at my fathers place. Nothing that unusual there. My English teacher was away though, and so was half of the class (including my two best friends, who had a music thing). So, the student teacher came in and very little work got done. I tried to take down some quotes for my essay, but I wasn't terribly effective at it. Ah well. Eventually, the classroom talk deviated on to what subjects people were doing, what they wanted to do after school and what they were reading for individual study. I don't think the topics were ment to be linked. I rather like saying I've read 'Brave New World' for my individual study, since most of the english teachers have to. You can see the recognition switch on in the sea of meaningless names. Much like Brian reading 'One flew over the cukoo's nest' I'm sure.
Either way, I got the 'Year 12 is hard and you just have to get though it' pep talk from the student teacher. I think Im collecting them. I'll string them into a strand of prayer-beads and give them to my friends. Then I'll probably get punched in the face :Þ

For some reason, probably the fact that I'm always the last to leave the classroom (I'm slow, so sue me), I end up talked to by the teachers. Provided Ledrane isn't there, of course. If she's there, she get's talked to and I pull sentinal duty, which is always my preference anyway. My math teacher stopped by to tell me I understood the work. Which is always nice to know, as I'm never quite certain if my teachers a psychic or not. I'm willing to take it at face value though. He picked up on my lack of trust for him right away, and stopped by to ask me if I'd gotten over it. I've come to accept that he knows what he's talking about, and probably knows the easiest way to do it. I simply despise being spoken to as though I'm a moron. That includes by anyone, not just people atempting to teach me something. I guess it's the medium however, as sometimes other class members have trouble understanding what's going on. Not because they're not smart- Believe me, that's far from it. Many of them have at least twice my practical smarts. Many of them just aren't as good at English. Which is fair enough, since the gods know I'm shocking at vietnamese.

I'm also shocking with accents. I have trouble understanding english through an accent (Much like I have trouble hearing the diference between intervals, or the diference between my mothers voice and someone elses). This makes my physics class a 'Teach yourself' affair untill my real teacher get's back. All things concidered, I really should learn my way around accents.

About this point in the day the music students came back, so I caught up with them. I have a vocal ensemble performance tomorow night, but I was also suposed to have art classes (I'm paiting Lambda on a box U^.^U;). Long story short, vocal won. I dooly love to sing, I do. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm any good at it.

That leaves only art, and a survey the teacher gave us to check on our progress. I'm behind ::Wails:: nd now, the end of school. I was suposed to have a rehersal, but that was apparently canceled. So I went out the front of the school and tried to catch mum for a lift home. She'd already left, so I wated the 20 minutes for her to return.

Then she became upset with me for not calling her or mesaging her or something. I wasn't exactly unsupervised, all the teachers having a smoko were standing behind me. Ah well, that's her business.

And now, I should be doing my English essay. You may, however, note that I am not. Blech.

Stay cool peeps.

"If you look beyond the human realm, there will we find peace."
- posted by Washi @ 8:31 pm