Post by Lali on May 22, 2006 6:52:51 GMT -5
Need I say more?
Anywho, I'll explain to you all why I wasn't in my mum's good books a little while ago, then I'll rant about exams.
Miaow.
You see, we have this English teacher, who does half the course here, and who is absolutely atrocious at teaching. All the examiners and other teachers and people who check teaching standards and so on think he's wonderful, but he managed not to teach us anything all year.
The English exam is tomorrow.
Essentially, as a kind of protest (and partly just out of fury because he was so rubbish) I sort of didn't hand any homework in to him. Ever. The main focus ended up being on four essays he gave us. Eventually he sent a Cause for Concern sheet to my form tutor - as in "this student, despite appearances, is the devil incarnate, do something." Yep. Form tutor nearly had a heart attack.
Then the Head of English got to hear, and then there was a letter home. I'm sure I've mentioned before how I've been regarded as the most good goody-two-shoes there has ever been. Miaow. Ha. Haha ha.
Ahem.
It got to the point that I was sort of threatened with "disciplinary action" - *shifty eyes, worried looks* - and then I finally got to explain to people how awful a teacher the evil guy was. That was... let me see... Last monday. A week and a day before our exam. Bit late, perhaps.
Tchah. Just because I wasn't spiteful enough to start screeching about him earlier.
And the worst thing is, everyone who's been informed turns to me and offers all sorts of help to me but nobody else. Yeah. Right. English is my best subject. The Headteacher of the school wanted me to go to Cambridge and study English. I think I'll manage the AS level. It's the rest of the class I'm worried about, and they haven't been offered anything, as far as I'm aware.
Nightmare? You're in my English class - have you been offered lots and lots of extra help to make up for our dear Mr --'s inept incompetence?
*does an angry cartwheel*
I'm sure you get my point by now.
Mwarg!
Anywho, we had our Maths exam today. Nightmare and Em can add their comments if they so wish, but I'd just like to say
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
In a word.
Argh. Argh. Argh. Lots of radian stuff and logarithms and ARGH.
Mweeheehee. I didn't revise nearly enough. I think I'll be okay with it, but it took me a couple of goes to get something down for every question. Therefore it must have been difficult.
I think congratulations are due to everyone who survived the exam and came out alive - or at least no more dead than they were when they went in (*coughNightmarecough*). Especially considering that the window was open the whole time and it was FREEZING in there. Seriously. My fingers started seizing up, and my brain did the same long before them.
Ah well. General Studies in 20 minutes or so. Joy. A pointless exam in a pointless subject.
Ha, but half the paper's multiple choice and based on an insert they give you, so easy peasy lemon squeezy, this is going to be. Miaow.
Anywho, I'll explain to you all why I wasn't in my mum's good books a little while ago, then I'll rant about exams.
Miaow.
You see, we have this English teacher, who does half the course here, and who is absolutely atrocious at teaching. All the examiners and other teachers and people who check teaching standards and so on think he's wonderful, but he managed not to teach us anything all year.
The English exam is tomorrow.
Essentially, as a kind of protest (and partly just out of fury because he was so rubbish) I sort of didn't hand any homework in to him. Ever. The main focus ended up being on four essays he gave us. Eventually he sent a Cause for Concern sheet to my form tutor - as in "this student, despite appearances, is the devil incarnate, do something." Yep. Form tutor nearly had a heart attack.
Then the Head of English got to hear, and then there was a letter home. I'm sure I've mentioned before how I've been regarded as the most good goody-two-shoes there has ever been. Miaow. Ha. Haha ha.
Ahem.
It got to the point that I was sort of threatened with "disciplinary action" - *shifty eyes, worried looks* - and then I finally got to explain to people how awful a teacher the evil guy was. That was... let me see... Last monday. A week and a day before our exam. Bit late, perhaps.
Tchah. Just because I wasn't spiteful enough to start screeching about him earlier.
And the worst thing is, everyone who's been informed turns to me and offers all sorts of help to me but nobody else. Yeah. Right. English is my best subject. The Headteacher of the school wanted me to go to Cambridge and study English. I think I'll manage the AS level. It's the rest of the class I'm worried about, and they haven't been offered anything, as far as I'm aware.
Nightmare? You're in my English class - have you been offered lots and lots of extra help to make up for our dear Mr --'s inept incompetence?
*does an angry cartwheel*
I'm sure you get my point by now.
Mwarg!
Anywho, we had our Maths exam today. Nightmare and Em can add their comments if they so wish, but I'd just like to say
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
In a word.
Argh. Argh. Argh. Lots of radian stuff and logarithms and ARGH.
Mweeheehee. I didn't revise nearly enough. I think I'll be okay with it, but it took me a couple of goes to get something down for every question. Therefore it must have been difficult.
I think congratulations are due to everyone who survived the exam and came out alive - or at least no more dead than they were when they went in (*coughNightmarecough*). Especially considering that the window was open the whole time and it was FREEZING in there. Seriously. My fingers started seizing up, and my brain did the same long before them.
Ah well. General Studies in 20 minutes or so. Joy. A pointless exam in a pointless subject.
Ha, but half the paper's multiple choice and based on an insert they give you, so easy peasy lemon squeezy, this is going to be. Miaow.
