Having read Marie’s blog yesterday (with the excellent use of tosh) I felt the need to give my take on the whole leaving school thing. Some people love school, the structure of it just seems to work for them, the atmosphere inspires them, or something like that. I’m not those people. School demotivates me, I abhor the place and everything to do with it. In stark contrast to Marie’s year, mine has never been bitchier, and I’m SO sick of it. Stress and pressure sort of magnify everything, and I’ve heard that it can evoke a sense of camaraderie but it can go the other way too folks, and it ain’t pretty.
With regards to teachers…the only positive thing I can say is that most of them have backed off and kept their ill-informed, under-qualified noses to themselves this year. I certainly don’t think that they hate me but I really wish that they hadn’t become teachers cause 90% of them seem to hate their own job. Perhaps one day they were enthusiastic teachers but these days they’re all jaded and uninterested. That being said, if you tell them exactly what you would like help with they will try to help you, but they’re teachers, not radio stations. We shouldn’t have to put in requests to get service.
I hate to have to write a disclaimer in a blog post, but this is how I feel about school or at least my school. Feel free to praise or hate on your own school, just no personal comments please and thank you. As I’ve said before, I think that whoever came up with “ah you’ll look back on your school days and know that they were the best of your life” was either on crack or spent their adulthood in Guantanamo.
HUGS, KISSES AND LITTLE RAYS OF SUNSHINE, Grace
*ahem* It’s cause you go to the OTHER green school in Cork ^_^
The darker green school? Ew. That’s another thing I WILL NOT miss. The uniform. It’s itchy, ugly and not very practical. -sigh-
Heh, I think you’re the me of the line-up of bloggers on this site. Cynical and jaded.
Although I’d kill for an emerald green uniform…
There’s a lot to be said for cynicism. It’s the only option these days too…optimism died with my sleep pattern. STATE of my uniform, you don’t want it.
Grace has the dead moss coloured uniform, mine is the living moss coloured uniform! Least we can be grateful that our skirts aren’t floor length 🙂
Yeah those floor length plaid ones…ew.
Skirts should be shorter, not longer…
All the girl’s schools in Waterford have incredible skirts: They are all honestly belt-sized.
Really, it’s quite disturbing…
They also seem to get shorter when there are boys nearby. Just an observation!
There’s only 4 people in my school who wear skirts- as it’s an all-boy’s school, technically- I leave mine happily above the knee, where a decent skirt belongs. 😛
Also, Grace, cynics are the wittiest of all people. Fact.
I couldn’t wait to leave my old school- girls can get so stressed and hormonal! I do look back fondly at times though…
I agree with both of you ^ (to an extent, Emerald. :D)
I hate those teeny-tiny belt like skirts. Ew. I equally despise the nasty long ones. What I find hilarious is when girls try to “roll up” their skirts and end up looking SO SILLY with bits of skirt sticking out at all angles. An inch or two (or three if that’s what you’re into) above the knee is definitely where a respectable skirt belongs.
Why thank you! I love euphemisms. Girls get SO stressed it pisses me off. Now I’m know to stress myself but not in the oh em gee I need to cause a big emotional scene type of stress. Grrr
Ha I wear one of those floor length ones, New Ross goes to extremes with skirts… rolling them up is pointless, the pleats are designed to make you look like someone who has major obesity problems if you roll it up at all. A green kilt to the ankles….and I’m 4ft 11.
Belt-sized, eh?
Makes the uniform designer out like a lecherous old perv.
There’s only two reasons I’d ever become a teacher/principal (obviously I’d shoot through the ranks): the long Summers, and the power to change the female uniform into a tight leather catsuit…
… with the option of a bikini on hot days. And fat chicks are banned…
(I’m just kidding. I’m really a feminist at heart :P)
Lecherous old perv. I love it. It makes whatever parent who altered the thing to belt sized out to be deranged, in my opinion. If you ever become a principal then I’m sending my daughter to a convent school.
I should really study, but I’m ripping French phrases from google translate and any form of distraction is ridiculously tempting.
Hey, for all you know forcing girls to wear slutty clothes at school will make them want to wear frumpy buttoned-up-all-the-way-up frocks outside, killing off the pro-promiscuity Paris Hilton culture in one move.
Call it a sociological experiment… yeah… that could work.
As for studying, I’m exactly the same way. Too easily distracted. I even make up stuff to be distracted by. I don’t know how many hours I’ve wasted trying to figure out the different combinations of grades and their respective points that I may or may not end up getting.
At least I’m not trying for medicine 😛 (I’m going for psychology, which is probably a very close second on the list of most popular/hardest to get into subjects… ‘Least Maynooth has a backdoor entrance through sciences.)
That reminds me, (since we’re already grossly off-topic :P) what colleges are you all aiming for? Personally, I’ve only really seen three, but I fell in love with Maynooth so hard that I couldn’t bear the thought of going anywhere else.
Ouch Lisa! Well…not long left in your kilt now 😀
I like your experiment Emerald! And I’m the EXACT same. I know what my average has to be very every course…and all that stuff…I know it’s just procrastination but it has SOME relevance to school. If I had been studying for all of the time I spent counting points then I would get about 30 more points. It’s a vicious…shape of some sort.
I was dead set on UL for months and months, but now I really don’t know. Oh well!
Emerald, just a little problem… What abut all that girls who simply don’t have the legs for those belt skirts, y’know, the ones that induce shudders and questionable looks.. A good sensible just above the knee is simply dandy.
Catsuits, darling.
So you’re saying those who don’t look so great in tiny skirts will look good in CATSUITS? We have a problem…
Hmm, fair point.
Okay, anyone who isn’t anatomically suited to the uniform will be submitted to mandatory in-house cosmetic surgery. And all girls are required to take at least 2 hours of PE a day.
And they drill with guns. Because I always wanted my own personal army of catsuited femme fatales…
And this, people, is where extreme procrastination gets us.
It’s a good thing I HATE feminists.
Emerald, declare yourself the new chief. You can make the rules and I shall laugh.
Life is good.
May*, you speak in a manner most unorthodox. It confuses me in a pleasant sort of way.
Gray, I prefer to think of it as networking. At least four people here are trying to become doctors. Way I figure it, being able to have people say “Hey, you’re the weird guy who used to stalk me on my blog. No social insurance? No problem!” is more valuable than a few minutes staring unfocussedly at a chemistry book.
(* I realise ‘May’ is a terrible nickname for Marie, but it’s the best I could come up with whilst still fitting into the rhyming scheme I’ve got going… :D)
I guess I agree…I have my French oral tomorrow though.
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaa
Bah. Had German orals last Tuesday. It was weird: I was worried like hell going into Irish orals, and did quite well. Which made me cocky going into German, and I choked. Never really happened to me before. I think I was so un-nervous that I lacked the nervous energy that drove me through Irish. My brain was just like “bah, this is boring. I don’t want to be here any more. Bye.” And my body was like “Hey, WTF? Get back here asshole! This is important!” but all that came out was “Ich habe, uh, ein… uh… Bruder.”
My advice is: worry like hell.
At least I learned that about myself. When it comes to success, worry > relaxation. Adrenaline > serotonin. Fear can be sharpened and wielded like a tool, whereas smugness just causes a lack of effort. Maybe there’s a happy medium…
Adrenaline > serotonin. Okay so I’ll complete some kind of gladiator death match before going into my oral tomorrow. Cool. Just gotta set that up…
AGH
It’ll be fine. A bientot!
Also, they moved my time slot to immediately before lunch to immediately after, so I was sitting there digesting my food. Also, all the caffeine I’d consumed that morning was wearing off by then, and my mind wore off with it.
And the examiner was like 60, which sort of cramped my style. I was planning to make a lesbian joke (“Ihre Mutter hat Angst, dass sie eine Lesbierin ist”). Although the story didn’t come up so I guess it’s a moot point.