The previous post was muffed, that's why it's taken so long to appear.
It may not be soap suds, but I feel like plugging Catch 22's song 12341234. I haven't heard much of their other stuff, but man, I could listen to this all day... I did when I was ill. It's that good! But if you aren't a fast-paced ska-punking kind of person, never mind.
That does say punking, not puking. OK?
Anyway! What to say, what to say... Just watched the last 'Model Behaviour', I can't believe Nathan won?! No! He's a moose! But at least Camilla won for the girls, we like her.
But I write to you today (all 6 of you) about scrimping. Let's face it, no one likes our year at school. This is despite us being much nicer than the year below us and far less pregnant than the one that preceded us. But no, they don't like us. I'm mainly peeving over music colours. The year below us got them, and they are also getting more prizes tonight. See, we didn't have a prize giving thing last year, and that is what is happening tonight. But it is not only our year, it is all years, even though they had their own. And why now? These are year 10 prizes, and we kissed year 10 goodbye in July. Me no understand.
OK, I'm making no sense to you. The school likes to be traditional. Maybe that should be with capitals... The School. Like The Law, or The Way, or The Voice of God. They sometimes hold themselves in importances like that, it's all institutional big-headedness. But every July in the last week of term, we have prize giving. This is a painful ceremony that involves many a book voucher and numerous sweaty handshakes. There are prizes like 'Attainment', 'Progress' and 'Form Prize'. One is awarded to one person in every form. There are also 'Attendance' and 'Sports Colour' prizes, and last year they introduced a 'Music Colour' prize. Only problem was, last year there were prize givings for years 7, 8 and 9. Year 10? "Who?" I hear you strain? Indeed!
What is occuring tonight is 'Speech Night', and is apparently "the most important night in the school calender", a quote from the horse's mouth, so to speak (they must have a really boring social life). It is usually a day for last year's leavers to come back and collect their certificates, get special prizes and generally have GCSE or A-level closure. That is all happening tonight, along with a handful of other prizes. They are, tonight, giving out a grand total of approximately 15 prizes to us former year 10's. What happened to one in each form? No one knows. There is a single attainment prize, a single service to the school prize and a single music prize. There are numerous attendance prizes as well, which makes up the sum.
Have you seen any of these prizes?
10F Progress 10F Form Prize
10B Attainment 10B Form Prize
10B Progress 10E Attainment
10E Progress 10E From Prize
10L Attainment 10L Progress
10O From Prize 10O Attainment
10O Progress 10R From Prize
10R Attainment 10R Progress
10S From Prize 10S Attainment
10S Progress 10W From Prize
10W Attainment 10W Progress
If sighted, please tell the deserving souls.
But what I'm really picking at is the music colour thing. I've been the entire viola section for quite a while, and I didn't do it for bloody nothing. It just really annoys me. Saying this now, we are bound to be told at some point that we are getting them actually. But let me do a quick sum for you, to show why I think I deserve a music colour, and not only to stop the twitch. I'll count this year as well, I'm not going anywhere.
2 years lower school orchestra + 5 years upper school orchestra + 5 years string ensemble + 2 years junior choir = 14 years of guts slogged for the music departement.
I'm only 15. Facky hell, I didn't go to all those practises just for a pat on the back. Music is one of the things that I feel real doing, because I'm not brilliant at it and I can apply myself and I get the real satisfaction from getting something right and doing something reasonably well that I don't get in many other subjects. I was so pleased when I got my grade 5 because I really had tried hard and I did a lot better than I thought I would.
The few people who are getting prizes really do deserve them, anyone who disputes it will have numerous fists to answer to, mine among them. But this is just another thing that frusrates me. I'm so bored in some lessons, it's silly. I'm slowly beginning to fidget and play up in small ways, especially in maths lessons. I'm sitting there, bored witless considering matters of philosophy. For crying out loud! I found the tree outside so much more interesting today, and I was gazing out the window for most of the lesson. I'm letting time slip because I'm so fed up of it all. This is why I want out. I don't think they really believe me when I say I'm going somewhere else, so many say it without going. But I really need to get away. Thank God it's Friday.
And by the way, 'facky' is my word. Don't steal.
