RAAAAAAAGE!

Let me tell you what the situations were:

Lip syncing was today. For those who are wondering, lip syncing is an annual MacRob thing where the four Houses each prepare a couple of dances to some music, and all the dancers lip sync to it. It’s a fun event held on the LAST DAY of Term 3, and everyone loves it because it’s just a good way to wind down and enjoy some dancing.

It was all going great today, and we were pretty much cheering for every dance, not even caring which House it was.

Then, just as Nereids (white) went onstage for their final dance number, which was Yr 12’s “Priscilla Queen of the Desert”, fucking “Umbridge” (Ok, look, still a student, don’t want to be given the firing squad. MacRobbians will know who I mean) gets on stage and, with her stupid ugly voice from her stupid ugly face and said, “Okay girls, the 2nd bell has rung, and you must now all go to your class.”

We couldn’t believe it! Surely she was joking! Surely, with 2 more dances to go (Nereid and Naiads, both of which are Yr 12 dances) she’d let us stay that extra 10 minutes to watch it! Jenko was even up there in her drag, ready to show her fab-ness!

But as we sat there in shocked disbelief, Umbridge said again, “you have been given a time allocation, and it’s run overtime. So go to your classes. The dances will be judged by the ones we’ve seen already.”

At this point, Hoy, who is House Captain of Nereids, went up to Umbridge and said, “Please, everyone’s been working so hard for this can you please just let them dance?”

“I’m sorry, but you have been given a time allocation. You have to go to class now.”

Of course everyone boo’d. And rightfully so.

“How DARE you treat me like that? How DARE you treat your teachers like that! That is completely inappropriate.”

How dare YOU treat us like this? How dare YOU take away something pleasurable from us?

With a rumbling earthquake of discontent, the students stood up and left the hall. On its way passing a crestfallen Naiads, sitting at the back. Steph was crying because the Lady Gaga dance she worked so hard to choreograph, the dance which everyone practised so hard for, won’t even be seen by anyone.

Of course, we went to class and didn’t do any work. We raged about it the entire period.

You know what’s fucking ironic? Because they wouldn’t start until everyone left the hall, the time it took for everyone to leave the hall and go to class would’ve pretty much seen the 2 dances be completed. You know what’s fucking ironic? No one would’ve done anything worthwhile in class, their hearts wouldn’t have been in it.

Lip Syncing has ALWAYS run overtime. NEVER before have we had to go back to class. NEVER before had teachers been insulted that the students were 5 minutes late because they were attending a school event.

I was thinking, gee, ok, the next time Assembly runs over time, which pretty much it does every week, the moment the bell goes everyone should up and leave. Sorry, you were given a fucking time allocation for the assembly which no one pays attention to, so if you run overtime then we’d just have to go.

And yes, I put this on public. I didn’t specify any teacher’s names so they’d be recognized outside of school. So if you want to fucking pull me up at school and tell me that I’ve soiled the “good name” of the school, then know that word-of-mouth is unstoppable. Even if I didn’t write this people would’ve talked about it.

I have lost respect for you, MacRob. I have. I am almost ashamed to say that I will graduate from MacRob because it is no longer something I wear with pride. Don’t get me wrong, I still respect and am proud of the people in it, but the system herself…it disgusts me.

I may have left out some things, and so you may think that I am simply being emotional. But you don’t understand, you had to be there.

Alex.

P.S. Sorry raged so hard I forgot: I met Sneak’s friend “Jaja” today. It was random.

GAT 09 – George Clooney

Before I say anything else, please read this very short The Age article online:

George Clooney The Answer for VCE Pranksters

This way I don’t have to explain it all.

So, yes, in summary, I did include George Clooney into my GAT. I was tempted to include it into the informative piece, where I was writing about the lifespan and functions of the worker bee, and how in its “Golden Years” – much like George Clooney is now…but no I decided it would only be wise to include it in the opinion section.

The opinion section was about possessions. So:

“…to have possessions would make people happy. And happiness is an individual thing. Some people may be happy with what little they have, such as George Clooney and his Nespresso coffees…”

“…sure, possessions lessen our appreciation for traditional things, as was George Clooney’s appreciation of fine women for instant coffee shots…”

And I only thought about this one after I finished it:

“…possessions make us happy. Just like if one was to possess George Clooney.”

Now, as you may have read, VCAA did not say if they would mark down those who mention Clooney. But hey I think if they do, that’s just a reflection of their stupid conservative ways, and absolute rigidity. Here, we finally have all the students uniting to be CREATIVE in such a boring assessment, and actually looking FORWARD to sitting the GAT, and what do you do? You reward them by marking them down. Bad children, who taught you to be creative and find fun in life? You MUST do things as we tell you and be stuck in the mould we’ve set.

Well, we’ll see what happens. I’m pretty sure if they (VCAA) marked this down the students would all revolt. After all, as long as it was relevant, it’s like marking someone down for using black pen instead of blue.

I finished the thing an hour early. Had time for a Maccas run.

Alex.

Pictures Of You

Pictures of you
Pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be.

Pictures Of You – The Last Goodnight

Yesterday we got our final set of school photos, ever.

In the previous years, receiving school photos usually came with “uh oh, wonder how I looked” and followed by “oh my god my hair is so big! (She-who-will-not-be-named)”. But this year, it was also coupled by the realization that this was our LAST school photos. EVER.

I was looking at our class photo, at the 24 beaming (and 1 slightly smiling Scottish) faces, and I started trying to recall what we all looked like in Year 9. I remember Jen had the douchey expression on her face (look, okay…you had a douche-ier one before) and now she’s grinning gleefully with a row of clean straight teeth, looking, dare I say, like a lady. And there’s Vania, who despite receiving “aww” again, looked infinitely more mature and radiant. And Julia, whose hair was the wonder of all 4 years, was just pleased that her hair looked normal sized (oh oops). I remember one year, it had to have been 2007, when the lady taking the picture said, after Julia walked off, “You have a very sweet smile.” This caused Julia to continue smiling for the next 10 minutes.

I will miss these faces in the years to come. I am actually looking forward to Reunions to see if Jen is still douchey, Vania still adorable, and Julia still maintained her endlessly sexy hair.

D.F.

A “HOLY CRAP!” Day

So two major events happened today:

1, VCE results came back and 2, I finally got out of the house again.

I guess technically my day started yesterday at 11:30 pm when I was just finishing brushing my teeth, and Carmaine called my phone, possibly waking up both my parents. I called her back, and she asked if I wanted to go out tomorrow (today).

So I woke up today at 7, and I won’t bore you with complaining about how my parents took my study score for my VET Multimedia (which was 40), and I called Carmaine to wake her up and tell her I was coming. After my parents left, I watched 2 episodes of The Office online and had a shower (forgot to close the bathroom window when I left the house, very stupid mistake that thankfully didn’t allow bad things to happen). Took the bus and at the station saw “Pooki” and “Tee Tee” (I don’t actually call him “Tee Tee” but Pooki does) and then Nat. Carmaine came and we sat in the same carriage but Pooks and Tee sat apart from us. The whole train ride was just reporting and exchanging our knowledge of other people’s scores. To respect their privacy I won’t report it here.

At Melbourne Central Nat and Carmaine took me around shopping and Carmaine got shown some makeup things and then her and Nat both bought matching rings at Diva. Miss D- randomly calls me up to congratulate me and to ask for permission to put my name on the newsletter, and all I can think about is “how did you get my number how did you get my number?”

Said bye to Nat under the Clock, met Dani, and went to Flinders Lane to try to catch a bus to Port Melbourne. Bus…didn’t come. Took a tram. Got rather lost, but was blessed with a pretty awesome stroll down Port Melb beach. Saw D.P. and Hobo at their workplace (HOLY CRAP THEY HAD DR PEPPER!), had lunch (Jalapenos on pizza (sorry can’t find the accent) which D.P. can’t say or eat) and then went down further after their lunch break finished.

We wanted to go to this warehouse sale, where they played awful music and this pregnant chick was smoking outside (Holy crap idiot). Dani and Carmaine shopped around, but didn’t buy anything. The point is, finding the warehouse was shit hard. We got off the bus, stood in front of a map (after finding the map), found “You Are Here” and then Dani proceeded to navigate. It got to the point where I had to laugh and say “three chicks navigating” because Dani was standing in front of the map with her back to it, going “Okay, so North is that way, and that’s a Post Office, and that’s a Youth Centre (Community Centre, actually) and so if we go down there…” and all the while pointing and gesturing (holy crap).

On the way to the warehouse we found an abandoned construction site and at the gate it said “please report to front office before entering” so I shouted into the site “we’re coming in!” Carmaine took some photos at the gate, and then I found a “Is Don, Is Good” sign but Dani wouldn’t take it with her (even though I suggested to change “Don” to “Dani”). We got to the warehouse…got out of the warehouse, made jokes about a large “Breathing Apparatus” that was the firetruck (holy crap that would be some bitch to carry), made jokes about a broken umbrella stuck on the fence (holy crap that was an umbrella?) and took a bus back into the CBD.

On the way back, we passed the Yarra River and Dani said “god the Yarra River is ugly” and without missing a beat I said “No that’s your reflection” (SNAP). I think we scared 2 passengers off the bus.

We got off at Bourke St, and then at that point it was a blurry mess of trams and op shops and Salvos and two hobo guys drunk and singing “I’ve been everywhere man, I been to up yer arse, pigs arse, har har har” and then we went to more factory outlets and op shops at Dani got a top and a faulty skirt and at some point I think PTSD took over and I can’t remember much until we got back to Flinders St at around 5 pm and I was so tired.

On the train home Carmaine snoozed and jerked, a lot. Sorry mate, had to put it in here. It was endearing.

I walked home after taking the bus. I am so bushed right now which is why I’m cutting what would be a long post short.

Oh oh I just remembered this one instance. We were at a shoe shop and Dani said that the clerk is a lesbian. I said “You can’t just assume that.” She took a look at her and said “Come ON!” and I said “Don’t ‘Come on’ me.” And then Dani laughed and said “haha that’s what she said”.

Ah. Ha. Ha. Ha. I had more that’s what she said moments today as well. Like Gingerbread man and how “Carmaine can’t be a gingerbread man because she doesn’t have sugary buttons on her front”.

A-nyway.

So I came home, had a quick dinner, watched HIMYM, then I called Bee for about an hour (god I shudder at the phone bill) then called a couple more people scouting for score infos.

Okay, so even though I said I’d keep it private…

A friend of mine from Chinese school got 50 for her Chinese, RAW. RAW. RAW!

RAW! Do you have any idea how hard that is? If you did Chinese you would. But if you didn’t…it’s FUCKING HARD! It’s HOLY CRAP HARD!

Anyway, that’s it for today. Sorry I got a bit wishy washy at parts and just skimmed over bits. To everyone who I called or who told me their scores: Dudes, congrats! And even if you were one of those “I did shit” or “I am a bit disappointed” ones…if you did your best, that’s it. And if you didn’t, you still have next year to do better, and you’ll be making a harder effort, and if that was your final year: YOU FINISHED HIGH SCHOOL! You finished a whole SAGA of your life! Congratu-fucking-lations man!

I am proud of you, Princess, and of you, Crazy Ninja (HA) and of you, Euny-baby, and of you, D.P. and of EVERYONE! Gawd I…some of the scores BLEW ME AWAY! It’s like flowers suddenly blooming and showing their amazing potential. It’s so awesome to watch it. Next year, next year. /edit, and proud of you too, “Shaken, not stirred”. I can’t believe I left you out sorry honey!

Oh and congrats to my “Savage Garden” buddy (ya know who you are) for her amazing 99.35 ENTER!

De Fluffe, OUT! (And about to fall asleep)

P.S. Just did the categories and tagging. Lol that I clicked nearly every category I have.