28 February 2006

The Threepenny Opera.

In Art I began my final piece, although it was a bit of a joke because in order to do it I needed to have finished lots of other pieces. English was doing some group work on 'Porphyria's Lover' which is actually an alright poem. Maths was first marking the paper from the h/w and then doing some 'fun' geometry proof. Oh the joys of geometry proof. Games was swimming (as usual) and then back to school to get ready for the play after school 'The Threepenny Opera'.

After like everyone had disappeared and I had done my Maths and English h/w it began. Some of it was really funny, but some other bits were just really weird like two of them pretending to have sex onstage was slightly disturbing. I mean like you don't really expect that kind of thing in a play performed in a school. It was particularly funny when a women pretending to play a prostitute came up to us and asked if we liked playing with knobs, as the lighting desk apparently has lots of them. As Chris pointed out, about three with about a hundred slidy switches. Afterwards we managed to pack up really quickly and were out by ten, although I had to wait ages for my Dad to come and get me as there was a mix up of where I was supposed to be picked up. So all in all fourteen hours at school, I'll have to do that again on Friday. Roll on Band Night...

27 February 2006

Scrambled Group Work.

Art began the day (and week) and I got to work straight away and managed to do an awful lot (for once). English was doing work on Ballad, and ended doing some sort of 'scrambled group work'. French was doing more food work and then saying that you were dying. At lunch I had to do some more of my Tech c/w. I say 'had to' because it was a compulsory h/w although to be honest I do actually need the extra time to try and get my c/w finished. It was particularly funny how Brad didn't turn up but was outside playing football, and could be seen from the Tech Block and, as you can imagine, Bunting wasn't best pleased.

RE was a cover, with Scammell. I though that the priceless moment of the lesson was when Ossie walked in late, saw Scammell and then had this really funny look on his face. It turned out that Gray had set us a test, which he hadn't told us about nor taught us anything of the stuff in it. I managed to sort of blag my way through it, and after we handed them in we were given a word search. What is it with the RE department and damn puzzles?!?

Bio was watching a video. It had that cringe factor when you think, "They must have been paid an awful lot to do this." Chem was better and I managed to do the If, Then, Therefore thing unlike in the exam. After school was setting up for this play thing tomorrow...

26 February 2006

This Boat Is Sinking.

I wasted my morning due to two reasons: I didn't do any h/w and I spent it taking a DVD player apart only to put it back together again. Why you ask? It's my new hobby, taking apart stuff only to put them back together again. No fool! It happened to be broken, so I had the bright idea of whipping out the drive and sticking it in the Dell. Unfortunately there was one major problem, getting into it. I took off all the screws I could find on it, and it wouldn't open. After a bit of tugging it eventually fell apart and after taking off more damn screws I got to the drive. Ha ha, my plan was working. Oh, there is a problem. Apart from the front of the drive being somewhat absent there was also no eject button. So my plan has failed. It took longer to put it back together as I kept having spare screws and getting the metal top back on was impossible.

The afternoon was spent doing French, English (damn stupid revision mind maps!!!) and Art. Art as usual proved to be the panic h/w, where I'd sit there staring at the page, then the clock, then the page and then realise that I had wasted an hour. In the end I did come up with something, something which looked really, really weird. It was my version of Picasso's Dora Maar, but loosely based on my face. It was meant to be based on my face, but it looks nothing like me...