Dear Die-ary...

Mmmyep. Sorry I didn't post sooner, but I had to do some major art working. Seeing as I have art tomorrow... yeah. See my problem?

Not much has happened, but a few things I can say which *might* cause some interest. First of all, Tuesday. On Tuesday, I had to bring my cello to skool. So, it was all packed up nicely, ready to go. It was plunked in the car boot, and off we went to skool. However, when I got it out... I couldn't. The cello was wedged in by the minature boot. No matter what I did, this bleeding cello would NOT COME OUT. I even got help from my Mom and my brother. But still, it would not come free. I just marched off, claiming defeat. Later on, I was called up by a receptionist to come and collect the newly-free cello of mine, which was dropped off at the reception. However, when I inspected it, I had no books or bow with me. So after all this, I couldn't play the cello anyway.

Yet, after coming back, I was almost immediately called out again. Ms Salt, our head-of-year, called me to her office. When I followed her, she pulled out a form I filled in about work experience. I will dictate to you the 'problem answers'...

How would you rate this placement?
I have yet to form an opinion.
Were we able to place you in an organisation related to [your job interest] this interest?
Yes/no/sort of/kind of.
Has the placement confirmed your interest area?
Why would it?
What qualities was your employer looking for in you and their other employees?
The ability to work.
What do you think, with your recent experience, makes a good manager?
One who manages well.
Prepare a dos and don'ts checklist for students going on work experience next year.

Do:

• work
• ask obvious questions
• SEEM committed to the job
• make a flash movie in your spare time.

Don't:

• slack off
• work quickly
• ask if you can take your lunchbreak yet
• [in reference to the flash movie one] get caught.

So, I had to go over the form again. But knowing me, I haven't. If she asks, my excuse is that I've been too busy failing art.

But yes... this art, it worries me. I'm scared of being called up tomorrow for her to specially see my work, and her rejecting the almost 3-hour picture I did, and finished just before I started this entry. Y'know, even if you've tried so hard that your fingers are melting off in achy triumph, she'd still call on you do 'do better'. I'm also scared of her MAKING me do that BLEEDING art historical AGAIN. Some of these words are in CAPITAL LETTERS. But, this art historical! I can't get my head 'round it... and it's so pointless it's not funny. How the people in my class can cope and enjoy torture like this is unbelievable, and the fact that when teach' gives us long how-to-do-this lectures, they moan in an incredibly loud way, frustrated that they could not do their still-life painting of a rotting apple. People like this should have been put down at birth; it's not natural. Am I the only rebel in the class? Or am I, in fact, the 'unnatural' one?

Another 'triumph' for me. This happened today! Appart from beating Peasant's quest *almost* on my own, a brand-new thing has happened to MEEEEEE. What's happened? I've drunk alcohol for the first time EVER. It was vodka, but after attempting to drink it and finding that it stings my eyeballs before it even reaches my mouth, I watered it down so much it couldn't really be called alcohol anymore. It tasted like... MINERAL WATER. But I drunk it all because I must learn. So I eventually gulped down this malevolent concoction, and I think that I'm NEVER going to touch it again. Whose vodka was it anyway? I just found it behind the toaster and decided to give it a shot. Heh, shot, y'geddit?? HUH?? Y'geddit??? SHOT?????? Never mind. So, if anyone asks, I still haven't really drunk any alcohol, as it was a miniscule amount, and it was as watery as hotel custard.

What's more, Aardman has been very nice and has given me a ton of Wallace and Gromit stickers (along with a poster, a letter, and a BOX. Long live the amazing Aardman box!!). If you want some yourself, go HERE. It's for a fundraiser thing, and charity and all that... yeah. We love Aardman. I'm very happy with my Aardman things.

And let's not forget, the first blog email has been published. Hurrah! View my profile and click 'Bobeth's emails' to see it. Sorry about the crap graphics and html... oh well. I tried.