Do you ever get sick of compliments?

Well, I sure as hell do.
On the way back from one of our COMPLETELY pointless senior school assemblies (seriously, they don't tell us anything new, just the same thing they told us the day before: "Don't try and change subjects or I'll eat you" says Mrs Mcdonald and "Get out of alphabetical order and I'll eat you" says Mr. Brkich), some random Mauri wannabe gangsta completely stops me. This totally freaked me out, I thought HE was going to eat me. But as it turns out, he just stopped me to say, "Oh my God! You have the coolest hair, cuz!!!". After giving him a monotonous "Thanks", he goes on his merry way, making me slightly late for Art, if thats possible (my art teach usually gets there about 15 minutes after we have supposed to go in. Which is good for us, obviously).

So, why would he say I have "Fully sick awesome hair, cuz"? Well, if you have seen me in the school community, yes, I am that fluorescent red head bobbing around in the crowd. This hair colour was a complete fluke, of course. My usual hair dye wasn't there so I picked the closest colour to it, but, of course knowing my luck, it turns out completely different. So I went to school the next day thinking that I looked the same as I did on Friday (minus a few red splotches on the side of my head), but I get bombbarded with strange compliments and comments about my hair, which, at the time, freaked me out as most things do.

About 15 times this month (and I am not exaggerating here), someone has asked me if I have dyed my hair again when it was weeks ago since I did, which should be very obvious since my regrowth is so deliciously noticable. And this is the same communion of around five people who ask me this. AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK. Sometimes, I just say that, yes, I did dye my hair again just to see whether or not they ask me again in three days time. Which of course THEY DO.

Speaking of morons, guess who I don't have to listen to yabber on and on about how our notebooks are "peices of crap", as he so eloquently put? Thats right. Mr. Brkich!!! Our semester one subjects ended this week and I am so so sososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososososo happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO MORE MODERN HISTORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO MORE PHYSICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO MORE GRAPHICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH YES, YOU HEARD ME: (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)NO(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) MORE (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) GRAPHICS (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
It's true. The cruel and unusual torture cleverly disguised as a high school subject has been surgically removed from my gayness-corrupted timetable. I am free from all its horror and its terror and now I can account fancy-free instead. I know what you're thinking, "Ew, accounting, barf." But a pal of mine is doing it too so that will make it at least half bareable. Hopefully.

In other Place of Boredom and Torture news, does anybody know why VHS hires such lurch-inducingly brainless English teachers? If somebody knows, I beg of you, please enlighten me. In the words of Mr. Blockhead himself, English is "a five star rated writing subject and so is Physics"( I just had to throw that in there. It just shows how much of a boob he is. Yes, of course Physics involves writing more than it does Maths. Whatever floats ya boat!)These people they hired makes it about, oh, lets say.... a ten star rated writing subject. They barely explain ANYTHING making it virtually impossible to complete any task they give us which results in our work being completely crap-ass and then they COMPLAIN about it being so damn CRAP-ASS!! And on top of spending half your day your day with these morons who call themselves educators, you have to attend their gag-worthy "seminars" which are lead by one of the most dim-witted people I have ever come across in my life. She HAS to be on my top five. Want an example of her dim-wittery? Last term, we had to do war poetry as a unit in English (oh joy) and Ms. Stucky, the woman in question, decided to hold one these "seminars". She has a reputation of being one of those people who get notoriously off topic very, very quickly, which of course happened in front of our whole year level. not so slowly, but surely, The Stuckster went from war poetry to her family tree in a matter of minutes (and this presentation lasted nearly all three periods we have english). I'm not making fun of the fact Mrs. Stuckys dad died, but seriously, we are not here to give you sympathy. In fact, it really should be the other way around. You are here to teach us, not to share your life story. Thats what blogger is for. Not hundreds of year 1o students. So, I'm sorry Mrs. Stucky and the rest of the VHS English department, but I learnt more from books and google than I have from you so far. And if you you want feedback, I'll give you feedback: DO YOUR DAMN JOB AND GIVE US OUR ASSESSMNET MORE THAN A WEEK BEFORE ITS DUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Man, can I ramble.
So, if you do have the answer, enlighten me, I say. If this nonteaching continues, trust me, there WILL be armageddon. ARMAGEDDON, I SAY!!

Violently yours,
Kim