A year ago today…

We were an ecstatic bunch of year seveners, partaaying and screaming that the yearlies were finally over, after all those days of cramming all of science into our brains one night and then exothermically letting out all that chemically transmitted energy out to be replaced by Geography. Which reminds me: FUCK MAN

QUESTION: list the energy changes involved in a calculator
ANSWER: (errr… I guess batteries contain electricity so uhhh.. OH I KNOW) electrical energy > KINETIC ENERGY

But then.. the formula seemed a bit weird, not? Surely the moving numbers on the calculator screen are an illustration of kinetism?

After the exam I was stuck wondering whether I had been right to have answered the question as electrical energy to kinetic energy, or I had been wrong when the answer was actually KINETIC ENERGY TO ELECTRIC. (judging by the fact that you have to use kinetic energy to press the on button before the electricity begins to work)

Aish. THEN, running to the pe changerooms in ecstacy since all those study notes could finally be burnt, I heard pat rushing in to ask ‘’GUYS, for the calculator questions did you put CHEMICAL POTENTIAL ENERGY to ELECTRICAL ENERGY? Guys guys what did you put??” –sees rest of people in room agreeing in enthusiasm-

=.=’’

Now that I’ve been there done that (twice), I’ve come to realize the minority of exams in our lifetime. Think about it: ITS ONLY YEAR 8 FOR GODS SAKE. Nothing counts at this point in time. PLAY. LAUGH. SLEEP. Look at all those year twelve students who were just gathering in the quadrangle laughing and joking around, waiting to enter the TLC so they could begin their HSC exam just a few weeks ago? When you are in the middle of exams, and you look into the future about a week later, can you seriously think that life will be a bludge, easy, relaxing? OR JUST BORING AND POINTLESS AND BRAIN-DAMAGING LIKE BEFORE? I think the latter, judging by personal experience for example:

It is Friday night after the last exam. I have my feet propped up on the couch arm and watching TV.

-enter mother-

“AIYAHH NI BIE ZUO ZAI ZHER SHEN ME DOU BU GAN LA!!”

“I am tired, but”

“WELL since your exams are over you should take a break by regaining your piano practice lahh! Quick! Go practice now!! Don’t tell me your method of resting is chattin msn lor. This is a better method!”

-__________________________-

NEXT TOPIC OF DISCUSSION: MY MOTHER IS WASTING HER MONEY SPNEDING IT ON SCHOOL EDUCATION, MORE SPECIFICALLY: ENGLISH

TELL ME, what has everyone learnt in english since year 7? THE DEFINITION OF HYPERBOLE?

when we walk and sit down in english, do we expect to be physically taught to compose essays and write stories? HELL NO! we are just told to write one after the other to fill up the time we have left before the lunch bell!! Even i could earn 80 bucks a day working as an english teacher i mean DUDE TAKE YEAR 7 AS AN EXAMPLE

teacher: alright now everyone, first task: compose a poem about your worst fear
us: -half an hour later flopps back onto chair for a rest
teacher: you done? for the people who have finished composing the poem, you are going to write a description of your imaginary fantasy creature! no it doesn not have to be real, you can be as creative as you like

(omfg i hate all that cliched fantasy 'USE YOU WILD IMAGINATION' shit. i mean all the teachers think children love all that fantasy genre stuff, but in real life you burn that gayly ridiculous 'the magic unicorn' book that they bribe you into reading by saying you will be mesmerised by the imagination)

us: ohhh finally i finished!! -leans back to yawn-
teacher: ohhh you finished? well here's the next task: compose a short story MONOLOGUE, so you're writing a story from YOUR POINT OF VIEW... if you finish shis ive got a sheet for you on sonnets that you can read.

psht

l8ers until monday bubs
lynette