I just....ARGH! Could really have done with staying at home doing coursework until I'm dead and blue in the face. Seriously. Me. Coursework. Want to do it. Is the world ending, I hear you ask? Err...No. Though it would be a fitting end to today, I feel.
Technology - there was a video on Cumberland Pie for the first hour and then we did an hour of coursework. Because Cumberland pie is so much more important isn't it?
Science - two pancake faces just decide to be complete and utter cows and think that they can get away with making the class weirdo do it all. Hello? I'm not one of your little groupies. I'm a fully minded, plain thinking, person who possesses a fully functioning brain unlike the pancake faces who barely seem to possess a single cell between any of them (and considering there's like...fifty of them in my year that really isn't saying much.)
Pancake one: So, like....you know what you're doing?
Me: I do.
Pancake two: So yeah...You get one wit' (pronouced like bad gangsters 'wit') it, yeah?
Me: No. -goes to get own equipment.- I'm quite happy working on my own, thank you very much.
Pancake one: Oh, you bitch!
Then they decide they're going to take revenge by throwing...slime. Yes, you read that right. Slime. These people who claim to be the height of school sophistication can only retaliate to what they consider a slight on their honour by chucking slime. God, it makes you afraid for the future, it really does. Then one of them (couldn't tell them apart - never can with pancake faces - they're all the same underneath, just peel off the masks first) thought it would be hysterical to stick my work sheet to the desk with PVA . The follow conversation happened.
Me: Oh bloody hell. How stupid...
Pancake One: Oh my God! Are you callin' me, like...stupid?
Me: (If I was, would you like...understand?) No. I'm not. I called the act of sticking another student's work to the desk in petty revenge stupid...
Pancake One: I, like, got a fuckin' B in English on my last coursework! So, like, yeah, what did you get?
Me: A* -said with just the right amount of politeness to really make it 'I'm shoving this in your face because I'm just that much better than you...' but they can't tell you off for it.-
Pancake two: Well...you're like....a fucking slag, yeah!
Me: (...like...no...Because of course I look like I've come in off a hard night spreading my legs for the many nameless men I met on the streets who pay me for a quick fuck. Yeah. I so look like that. In fact, looking at you might be me looking into a mirror...or not. You look like it more than me Miss, I want to be pregnant at seventeen.) I mean, if you were so smart, then you'd obviously be able to understand that I called the act stupid not you. (unless you're telepathic?)
Pancake one: But, I'm like...askin' you....Are you calling me stupid?
Me: (I wonder what would happen if I say yes?) If you cared to listen, I called the act , not you stupid, Miss I-got-a-B....
Pancake one: Well, I'm so much, like, better than you...
Me:....o.o' ...-goes back to doing work-
Pancakes one & two: -throws slime at the person who dares to ignore them in all their painted lady glory.-
Me: Oh...for bloody hell's sake...-ignores them-
And then they proceeded to spend the next few hours pelting me with rubber, comments about the state of my weight, and how lame I was. And how pathetic and stupid because I wouldn't do their work. And of course, I was to blame.
I wish I'd spent the day here.
I could have done coursework...