Dear Die-ary...

At the moment, I'm sitting in art. Why bother working? Who knows. I'm supposed to be looking at pictures from the British Museum, because the teachers are a$$holes. It seems to me that this^ is the only piece of art worth looking at, for all the others just scare the crap outta me.

Oh-kaaaaay, so what hath been happening? Well, yesterday, when I was doing vital courseworks, Mr Hardwick (I think he has more POWER than the head of year...) asked to see me. So, holy crap, I was forced to go with him. I was lead into a desolate room, and made to sit opposite him. I remember his first expression was a kind of 'paedophile'-smile. (Yes, I've been on Maddox's website.) He asked me if I knew why he called me over. I honestly did not know, and told him so. After some time of his little guessing game going nowhere, he finally revealed to me why I was to see him. Wouldn't you know? It was about the bleeding Work-experience form AGAIN. I thought they dropped that subject ages ago!! It seems they did not. He said that from what I put, I seemed like a rude and uncaring person. I personally thought that it would bring joy in their tedious little lives. Huh, I guess I was wrong. (I will repeat that: "I was wrong".) He then asked me what my opinion of myself was. I said I didn't have one. He couldn't believe this. He said it was strange, as everyone has some sort of idea about who they are. then he asked why I didn't have an opinion of myself. I didn't want to say, and made excuses ("It's... complicated.") His reply to this was, "I have time." Well, I didn't!! But, I still didn't want to mention the Evil-senario... So after much hesitation I squeezed the excuse that I'm scared of what people will think of my opinions. It's true, yes, but not THE reason. This answer was satisfactory to him.

However, he brought up another subject. My art evaluation. He said that THIS was not satifactory to him. Why? For once I answered as seriously as I could, and now it's not good enough?? Holy holy holy holy holy CRAP. And to make it worse, my teacher, Miss Batley, and another teacher who I don't even have, Miss Gillard, are considering not giving me any marks at all for the whole fudging project. Just because of my evaluation, which doesn't even effect the marks??????? I didn't think that that was even allowed!! I would have said so, but I didn't want to question Mr H, as he's known as shouting LOUDLY.

Even worse news? He wanted to phone my parents there and then. I quickly told him the truth - No one would be there until 5, 6, 7pm... He then said, "That's OK. I'll phone them at work." Sh1t. From what I could tell, he didn't in the end, because my parents' moods were not negative (for once). I jumped the bullet, this time.

This time.

Now I must go and 'enjoy' my last day of year 10. I don't see how I can, seeing as next year the work will be MUCH harder. What fun! Of course I'll enjoy my Summer!!