Ode to Katherine

What? Did that look like a repeat? No, before it was Ode to Catherine and now it’s Ode to Katherine. Different girl.

I guess with this one it won’t be as deep as the one to Catherine because I have yet still a lot more to find out about this Katherine, but I guess for my readers I will explain who this new Katherine is.

Back in Yr 7 when I was still a Brentwood kid, I went to the inter-school table tennis competition and there I met this awesomely crazy little Asian girl. We had a blast that day. We promised that we’d do table tennis the following year as well, to meet again.

Well, we did, except I got on the B team instead and she on A. We still hung out heaps and the impression that I had from that day was we had even more fun. It was like we weren’t just seeing each other once a year it was like we’ve been friends for ages.

Anyway, after that I went to MacRob so I never got the chance to see her again. I stopped talking to her on MSN. I only had her home phone and not her mobile (seriously, I don’t know how either) so I never texted her. She was on MSN, I just never…spoke to her.

It wasn’t until I was talking to Jade on Facebook one day during the holidays when I noticed in her friends list was someone who I’d met along with Katherine. Her name jogged my memory, and I added Katherine as well.

We started talking on Facebook, and lo and behold I finally noticed that she’s been on MSN with me for the past 4 years, nearly every night. I said hi. She said hi back. Then she threw at me about 10 different emoticons, and some lame puns.

And I suddenly remembered why we clicked so well. It was her carefree attitude, her readiness for some humor in life, her way of making me smile with just a small *poke*. And I suddenly missed it. I missed the 4 years we could’ve continued to be friends, to be better friends. I regretted not taking the initiative to keep in contact, and I decided to make sure that this time we stay in touch.

Do you want an example of her humor? Here:

Darn adorable and hilarious, don’t you think?

Well, Katherine, here’s to a renewed and continued friendship. [cue happy emoticon where I’m the pink one who trips over]

She said what?! Figure out her navigation for yourself, I had to.

Alex.

/edit Oh well, since she mentioned me along with 5 other friends on her blog, I think I can squeeze this in.

Had the Methods 1 exam today, and the last question was a worded one which went “Give and explanation why the approximate value is greater than the exact value?” Knowing I wouldn’t get the mark anyway, I decided to MLIA the shit:

“Because it is an approximate, it would either be greater or less than the exact value. Given only these two choices, and that the question alluded to the fact that it is greater, the process of elimination and logic would provide that it is greater than the exact value.”

Or something like that.

I’m done with meth!!

Ah I love having suggestive puns in my titles.

No, I am not a meth-head. I am merely finished with all my Methods SACs forever. And I didn’t find it too hard which was pleasing. But I’m going to be a humble bumble bee and stop at: I did well.

I also had a really fun lunchtime. We were just sitting around, me eating a lovely passionfruit yoghurt and wedges that actually had potatoes in them. We were just joking around and I recounted this old blonde joke.

Three people, a brunette, a red-head and a blonde, were running away from a guy, and they hid in three separate sacks.

The guy caught up to them and saw the sacks. To make sure, he kicked the first sack which had the brunette. The brunette said, “miaow!” So the guy thought, right that’s a cat, and walked on. He kicked the sack with the red-head.

“Woof!” cried the brunette. Right, thought the guy, a dog.

He then went to the sack with the blonde and kicked it. The blonde, seeing what was done before, knew exactly what to say.

“Potatoes.”

Tiff laughed, then hauled ass for the bathroom. I was concerned.

Later, in class. We all got into a Glee frenzy. ‘Nuff said.

Bee was very stressed about Methods and I tried to cheer her up. I don’t think I did well.

At the bus stop I made the noob mistake of standing at the wrong stop. I stood there for ten minutes trying to look cool and had to walk to the next stop as my bus pulled ahead.

Tomorrow I celebrate my last SAC ever. Legal.

It has been a good day.

Alex.

P.S. I spent period 2 with Julia in the library playing on the iTouch. That was good too.

Studying…

I haven’t updated in ages, so maybe I should share what I’ve been doing.
I’ve actually been studying! What a change. I have 5 weekdays and 5 subjects, doesn’t take a genius to figure out how I decided to do this.
It’s semi working, I did get methods done (mostly…sort of) and I do plan to do English and catch up on the legal studies I didn’t do yesterday.
Yes, I am so freaking fun and exciting right now. Wait ’til exams get closer.
Yep. Cool.
Maybe something fun will happen later this week. Ten bucks say no.
On the other hand, channel GO! is up to episodes of Moonlight I haven’t seen yet. That’s sort of exciting.
Okay I’ll just…go do homework now. Yep.
Alex.

Looking ahead

What’s going on for good old Alex in the upcoming week? You know you want to know…(not really)

Monday: despite my very very early finish, I have to stay behind to do the stupid Methods SAC.

Tuesday: guitar lesson. I haven’t practiced “Apache” at all.

Wednesday: planning to go to a costume store after school to get pants and a jacket for Bee’s. It’s quite funny that I have the accessories, like suspenders, hats, etc, but I don’t actually have the really important part…the actual clothes.

Thursday: BIANCA’S BIRTHDAY! Clearly that’s going to take up my entire day. (Reading what I just wrote, I realized that the tone of my Thursday plan sounds exactly like Carmaine.)

Friday: last day of school. Hoo-bloody-RAY! Early finish, and the next day is Bee’s thing to look forward to.

Saturday: BEE’S THING! That sounds really…really dodgy. It’s in the evening so I think in the morning I’m going to go shopping for work pants. As in I need pants to work in. What the hell, why do I sound so strange today?

Sunday: Jack’s starts again. Oh well, no big loss. I sort of miss JessRusta and Pom. And my 2 hours with Spanna.

And after that, holidays start. I look forward to sleeping in, but then again a few days I’ll be working. Hmm. WORK!

I really am channeling Carmaine tonight.

Except I’m still short with a shit sense of fashion. You’d think I’d channel the good bits, but no.

Alex.

P.S. That was one of the worst and most boring posts I’ve ever written. Sorry!

Inevitable

Methods is actually rather enjoyable now that I’m in the same class with Carmaine and Shaz.

Well, I don’t remember much of Year 9 and 10 Methods anymore, but this year the three of us help each other and check answers with each other and it’s a rather friendly environment. But who am I to talk yet? We’ve only done Graphs so far. Wait ’til we get to Differenciation and Logarithm! Death.

Anyway, today in Methods while we were working, Carmaine and I listened to Inevitable by Anberlin over and over again. Thus I have done my bit to explain my title.

I wanna break every clock,

The hands of time could never move again.

We could stay in this moment (stay in this moment)

For the rest of our lives.

Is it over now, hey, hey is it over now?

I wanna be your last first kiss

That you’ll ever have.

Had a rather fun double free this morning. In P1 Dani brought in a huge 2L bottle of milk, labelled it for herself, and upon my questioning said that all her friends are welcome to it. Then in P2 Eunice came in and sat with us in the Common Room and we played some CDs and In The Summertime by Thirsty Merc came on so we both started singing loudly to it.

I don’t have a job,

I never liked them.

I just wanna play in the sunshine.

They say I was wrong,

But I know better!

I live my life like I’m dying.

Gimme a chance,

I’ll do my best to kick and scream and dance

When winter comes I’ll turn around…

So take me back to the

Sweet times, the happy nights,

Everything’s gonna be alright

In the Summertime,

Baby in the Summertime!

Last year, the only thing that cheered me up somewhat when I realized summer was coming was the thought that on a really hot day, and when I’m with Eunice, we can sing In The Summertime!

Keep Cool (just keep swimmin’ just keep swimmin’)

D.F.

P.S. Carmaine and Eunice both ran for their Form Captain today, as well as Ca-, so let’s see who gets it. I helped Carmaine a bit with her speech, and we randomly put songs in and Carmaine put in Katy Perry’s “I Kissed A Girl” but instead she kissed 12A and she liked it. In a dream she had.

Take Off

So today was also a pretty fresh day, in terms of getting into the swing of Year 12.

I had a double free in the morning, and decided to tackle that reading for Legal. It was about the freaking Parliamentary system and its historical links with the Westminster system from Britain and what the houses represent and all that junk. I sucked it up and read it all, trying to remember the little details (76 seats in the upper house, which is the Senate, and 120 in the lower, House of Rep. In the Senate there is 12 seats from each state, 2 from each territory. NT was looking into becoming a state but the voters rejected the idea. It took 87 years for Australia to finally start veering away from the British government system.  See I do fucking remember it). I thought to myself, even though that was rather boring, when it gets to criminal law it’ll pick up. I can actually do this. I can actually read this!

Then I had double methods with the new Romanian teacher. Sat in the back with Carmaine. In a way we were both glad we had extra outside tutors because her accent was thick and she did the work slowly. But then again Absolute Functions (Modulus) isn’t exactly heart-racing Maths – assuming there is such a thing.

I received a shitthick booklet for Eng Lang. With all the reading in it for the year.

When Chinese starts, I’m going to assume that if I want to do really well I’m gonna have a slightly hard time staying on top of things. But the one thing I take pride in is my ability to work in solid blocks of hours and finish the work in a rather high standard.

April whacked me in the face today.

And that’s about it.

Keep Cool (and the environment healthy because my Eng Lang class alone probably killed off a good half of an ex-rainforest somewhere),

D.F.

“Prostitutes…I call them street babes”

Today I went to Jack’s tutoring in Springvale, for Methods. His thing is ran from his garage (it’s air conditioned with blinds and floor tiles and tables and shiz).

He’s a funny guy, Jack. He started off his class by telling us not to look at our girlfriends/boyfriends, or talk to them. We can sit in their laps but we can’t talk to them. As long as we do our work. He explains that he doesn’t talk very fast, unlike what people think gay people do. He pointed at his tie, which was pink. “Pink’s gay, right?” And when we got to a question g, he said “I like g. G is for gay.” Unfortunately five minutes later he had to explain that he wasn’t gay, he just liked making jokes about gay people. Most of the class went “ohh” because we thought he was serious.

He started telling us about how on St Kilda beach, if you drive into the smaller streets, there’re prostitutes everywhere. He taught us to keep driving straight and not honk them because then they’d just hook onto you. Same deal with Kings Cross in Sydney. He said for you to just keep walking straight ahead. He had to, since he was there with his parents.

At some point, he was trying to help us identify if a point is a cut, a turning point or a point of inflection. He said “I’m going to use my finger now. Can you see my finger? Everyone, follow my finger. I use all the different parts of my body when I teach maths. When I point, it’s finger-technique. When I write, it’s hand-technique. When I speak, it’s oral-technique.” Then he raised two fingers, like you would when you mimick a gun except no thumb (to put crudely, like you would when you’re fingering a certain somewhere) and said, “These are very important tools.”

He told us about how he used to have an ex-girlfriend but she broke up with him. So he has a photo of her and that’s all he needs to be happy. The other day him and his mates went to have a beer and their mates were with their wives and he was with his photo. His mates called him weird. His wife also calls him weird. I was just about to say out loud “Because you worship a photo of your ex-girlfriend?”

He told us to work hard in Year 12. He asked us, “Why should you work hard in Year 12?” and then promptly answered himself, “So you don’t end up living in Springvale.” “If you work hard in Year 12, you can have all the babes you want in university.” Wise words from a wise – and odd – man.

Keep Cool (and out of Springvale – not a stab at people living there but hey, what are we all working towards?)

D.F.