Diary Entry - Day 3

July 27, 2011

Three days into year 13 and I can barely stand it. My Wednesday's timetable is full on, and I move emotionlessly class to class, without any accomplishment.

Starting off with Economics and recieving a marked commentary from last term. Reading through the essay, I could hardly follow or understand the letters I have composed, GREAT.

English was slightly better cause, lemme put it this way, our English teacher isn't exactly hot, but would be one of the hottest compared to every one else at my school. I need not say more and you'll know what goes on in my head while I stare at his lips forming strange words with a slight british accent, and that sexy loose way he wears his shirt and tie, and the grin appearing on his soft cheeks when he makes a joke that successfully crakes up the class. I enjoy English lessons, and I can almost say it's on of the things I will miss the most when I leave school.

The two free periods I had after were spent in the art room helping the teacher tidy the artroom. Yea we have a new art teacher this year. It's funny how shes one of the only blondes at school. Anyways this new teacher of ours is pretty damn strict with everything. On the first day she gave us a bunch of research hw and told us to prepare for more homework next lesson. But generally she seemed very organised so maybe it's a good change.

Lunch time was hilarious. I went out to get lunch with a guy friend. On the way we were just chatting about how he's almost failing IB. He's the sort of person that sleeps during class and is given 20 extra minutes during exam, but just satisfies himself with sleep in that time as well. I honestly admire him! Anyways we were walking right, and I was like dude I believe in you I'm sure you can do it, yea being all encouraging and shit. Then this guy from behind this truck pops out and goes, Yea YOU CAN DO IT! I almost laughed my ass off. And it didn't end there. After around 10 more steps he shouted at my friend, oi dude you ought to ask her ouut man. Now that was awkward.

I don't feeling like writing too much else today but everything after lunch was a blur. Math then art then math again. Stupid timetable. The day ended with physics which was dreadful since our teach was still not back from his holidays and the reliever didn't make any sense at all. Time flies fast when your having fun, well the lesson felt like a fucking decade.

It's amazing what humans are capable of. Of love. Of hate. Of giving birth. Of enduring life. Do we have a purpose in life? Probably, the purpose is for us to find a suitable purpose for us to spend the rest of our lives as and happy individual and beneficial to the society.

Yeah right!