Goodbye baby

It's gone. All gone. I spent hours on my lovely English wall, hours. Look at the colours! I even attatched wallpaper to my wall just so I could revise my poetry lovingly in felt-tip.

Sorry, I'm a bit sad this evening because I had to rip down my English revision wall so that I can replace it with GEOGRAPHY (sob). The English exam went better than last time though, on the upside! :)

Morrisons

So here I am, enjoying the Sunday sunset with Jolanta on our evening break. This is the last shift at Morrisons I have for 9 weeks, I'm actually really going to miss it.

I'm so happy I landed this job last September! Fast-tracked through checkouts and straight onto the legal team (well, we change prices), my boss (and team) are so lovely
Bit emotional today as you can tell

(but of course, I'm mainly going to miss the MONEY, it's somebody's birthday next weekend and it's looking like I might be bankrupted)

(as are Saturdays)

Fridays

I've decided Fridays are unsuitable for blogging.

Hattie

"When I pass my test, you do realise I won't be driving you every day? I'll only drive to Sixfffh form once every couple of weeks or someffing"

" I know! We'll get fat and it'll cost us loads in Petrol!"

It's been a week since we got the car, and every morning, there it is, proudly waiting for me outside of Chigwell station, purring. It's metalic baby blue, and we've called it Hattie.

It hasn't failed to collect me once yet, I suppose they do say British Blues are loyal.

Woah

So, today has been one of those 'woah' days.

I've properly manouvered myself into my (rarely used) exam gear. This means that when I get home, I sit down and do a timed English essay, feel a little bit better, and then spend the rest of my evening in the knowledge that I haven't even considered my other subjects.

On the other hand, however, I have discovered Ainsley Harriot's 'cuppa soups... a warm drink I can actually enjoy. 5 points to Gryffindor.

Now, to the title of my blog,  I'd like to raise an issue about my school.

I've been there for a grand total of 7 years, and generally, it's done me bloody well. There are some truly amazing teachers there, as well as some truly un-amazing ones. Take my English teacher, for example, this morning I arrived at her office for what I understood to be short- favour session in which she'd mark a few of my practice papers and kindly tempt me away from some of my many bad essay habits. What actually happened was something else entirely.

She'd printed me out over 70 pages of helpful exam revision sheets, written me 3 A* example answers, and spent over 2 hours analysing my essays and generally being lovely. She isn't just any old teacher either, she's the DEPUTY HEAD, she's got like, an entire school to run, and stuff. She even spent 10 minutes singing my praises (in what I assume to have been an attempt to boost my confidence for next Wednesday's exam) which made me cry, probably not the intended effect,  but thankfully I don't think she saw (phew).

Then, we have my biology teacher. Don't get me wrong, she's lovely, it's just... okay. I have an exam in less than a week (panic stations), and today, instead of, I don't know... revising? We went outside, with quadrats, and looked at the biodiversity of a tiny, pathetic stretch of grass between a pathway and the Sixth form car park. I don't mean to be unappreicative, but, what? A LEVEL EXAM. Looks like I'm right on target to hit that wonderful 'D' they're predicting me.

It's all in the teaching, I'm telling you.

Hannah

Change of plan

So, I'm sitting staring at my computer screen, bored numb by writing yet another practice A-level english essay (my exam is in 8 days, this will be my third attempt at that bastard of an ELLB1 paper, I shall not fail again, how hard can it be, it's just a comparitive essay, right?),

and it comes to me

"How about making loveoflexis a daily thing?"

like a diary. to record stuff, like... my life, and stuff.

so that's what I'm gonna do.

but, as always, don't feel obliged to read my rants and sickly speeches on how much I love the world.

they're just going to be here, if you want them, every now and again, if you want.


Hannah