Back to School II

Besides my other subjects, I got Maths today, having to go to the hall and big announcements about who, what, where, when, why and how? I turned up in Barr Tycoon's class, as predicted. He handed out folders and blad-eh-blah. I never got to use my purchased Paperchase notebook. ;_; Shall do on Monday. The xxx is within a 35 feet radius of me.

Next was Art in which I designed my front cover, as I have done these previous umpteen years. I tried to turn it into cubism (I always remember Harkins saying to remember that word, and I have >_>), but I couldn't remember how to do it, and I think the lettering needs to be in the third-dimension anyway.

MTA was rubbish, we had to go into the hall yet again to be sorted. My school reminds me of a concentration camp. I managed to get into Higher English. Eek! The fire alarm went off, and me and Sammie managed to get a few views of Beau. Oh ya!

Laters, me, myself, Hayley, Amy, Sammie and I went into the bibliotheque and sat reading copius amounts of trashy romance novels. How I loathe thee!

Back to School I

My return to school: I walked down the three minature steps to the foyer, only to be confronted by the one and only Beau. I almost brushed up against her, but, nonetheless, she did her fantastic violet head shake anyway. Poor woman. Anyway, I spent the first twenty minutes walking around the biology department trying to look for bleeming T13, only to find that it was Miss Gilholm's. But that wasn't correct either, since the rest of the class were up in history. Walking up the back stairs to look into the [late] classroom of Mr. Campbell to see Milné peering over the monitor of his computer like a pervert. Pervert.

First period was art, which was a bit confusing, and I just sat there. Then Mr. Pedo came in a starting blabbing to What's-Her-Face (I shouldn't say that, she seems nice, but I only know her visage), talking about how this should actually be an Intermediate 2 class. Let it be so!

Next was chemistry, and I met Beau again in the corridor giving directions to a pupil to the library. After seeing her full face, I slightly giggled, which turned into a quiet laughter. Thankfully, noone stared. ANywho, to my delight, I received Gryffy/Griffin/Gryffindor as a teacher. Dishing out copious amounts of textbooks, books, jotters, data booklets (wanting to know the measurement of the radii of a something?) and, finally, homework! Goodness, Gryffy, I expected less!

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Finally, biology. ^_^ I really like Miss Fyfe. She has similar glasses to me. Anyway, that's beside the point. Aussi, she has stated that she will bring in a cake almost always every (oxymoron?) Thursday. Hurray! But, never mind that, biology does seem boring. >_> All that cell nonsense. However, tomorrow I be swabbing my cheek and examining my own epithelial tissue. YUM. Later on in the course, we plan to do a dissection.