I H4T3 M4TH5

Gah!

Today was ok, but of course, as you may (or may not) have identified, maths wasn't.

Today's period of maths was the normal, do the starter, start a page in the textbook etc.

But halfway through, the head of maths comes in and asks to speak to the following people, me being one of them.

I had an idea what is was about so i reluctantly got out of my seat with the rest of the damned and went with him.

He told us what i was expecting. Remedial classes.

*sigh*

And to make things worse....on a Saturday morning from 9am until......noon.

My heart sank as he gave us the letter and told the six of us tht he was expecting us to be there for those two extra classes plus the Easter School that they will be running.

I didn't want to go home and give the letter to my mum, but i did.
She would have found out eventually, so why prolong it?

She just basically said that she expects me to go as well.

What bullcrap.

Gotta give up my morning of doing nothing to sit in a classroom doing maths for 3 hours....twice.

The only saving grace is that we don't have to wear uniform but that's no consolation in my book.

First class is next Saturday and the other is about a month after that, only coz easter school takes place between them both.
So that's another two classes.

So 4 classes altogether.
Each consisting of 3 hours.

12 hours of my time to do just maths....

If i don't get a result in the final exam, i'm gonna go nuts!


Moody part is over now, you'll be glad to know, but there isn't honestly much else to speak of.

RE was back to it's good old-fashioned ways of the teacher talking about things completely unrelated to the subject matter.
RE is pretty good coz of tht, Steven sits behind me as well so it can be quite good fun sometimes.

Oh, talking about Steven.
Today (even though my birthday is in June) i walked into school with my birthday present in my top pocket.

A cheque for 196 pounds to pay for my travelling, accomodation and going to see Muse at Wembley with Steven and his dad.

I never even told him i was going to bring it in so he was quite surprised but he took it anyway.
However, when i got home he called me and said it can't be used coz we didn't spell his dad's name right or something.
So my mum will have to write another cheque :P


Anyhoo, on the whole, it wasn't a super, fantastic day thanks to my arch enemy maths but never mind.
I don't fear my maths, it is my enemy, not my opponent

*shifty look*


Cheers guys,
Rowan




Good song and i thought the title was appropriate :P