I really can’t get over how cheesy this whole situation is. It’s like this Latin project has been taken straight from one of those corny teenage flicks: three protagonists drawn together by one mutual quest – to get an A+ — and suddenly everyone becomes friends.
Oh puh-lease. Spare me. I don’t think we’re even near to getting an A+ on this, let alone even near the B section. It’s not like I know anything about Emperor Augustus. Wasn’t he some emperor or something?
It seems like Audrey knows something about this assignment. I’m in the opinion that she should undertake this task strictly on a solo basis. Take our last Latin lesson as an example:
“Um. So. Guys. I think we should research about this Augustus person.” (Audrey says with a stroke of absolute brilliance.)
“You think?” (Autumn has such a sarcastic tone that it really makes my tongue curl. I wonder whether I should attempt to copy her speaking style?)
“Right well. I’ll go down to the library shall I? Um. I’ll start looking him up.” (Audrey blinks a lot while she talks. Why I’ve never noticed this until now eludes me. Oh that’s right, I haven’t ever talked to her. Ha ha ha. Oh Anna, you’re so funny.)
“Yeah that’s a good idea. Try looking up on Wikipedia or something.” (Anna, you’re just amazing you. If you hadn’t contributed that piece of information, that Audrey would have probably floundered around on Google. That is if she knows what Google is…)
(Long Pause)
“Umm… I’m not sure whether Wikipedia is regarded as a legitimate resource…” (Audrey says this in a hesitant voice. So she should! How dare she!!! Oh the nerve…)
“Excuse me but when was Wikipedia not thought of as a ‘legitimate resource’?” (Oh Anna, encore at the cool but peeved off tone. Encore!)
“Like, I’ll be going now since you won’t be needing me.” (Did Autumn just walk out of the door in full-view of everyone?! Did she?! My gosh, I admire her.)
(Long Pause)
“Um. Come to think of it, I think I made some printouts of Augustus already…”
So that’s what it was. Well go her. As far as I’m concerned, Audrey can handle the assignment all on her own, with or without the help of Wikipedia. There are more useful things to think about, such as the upcoming Human Relations with Sean Exeter.
Perhaps I’ll see Tram Boy there.
And Ode to Tram Boy
Dearest, most loveliest Tram Boy,
So long have I gazed at you,
Knowing that every moment increases my joy,
But only if you really knew,
How much I long for you.
Tall, dashing young man, I know that you are the only one for me. Just seeing you once a day is enough for me and even then, it’s enough to wash away all the troubles with those pesky classmates of mine. Surely one day, I will talk to you and even ask your name. Maybe one day, you’ll smile for me. Maybe…
Get a hold of yourself Anna.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Audrey #4
The Emperor assignment is due tomorrow.
And, yes. As predicted, the Amazing A-group has, as yet, failed to do anything at all involving our chosen emperor, Augustus. (I know. Apparently there is an emperor whose name begins with the same letter as my own.) Due to my lack of interest in Augustus, I don't have any prior knowledge that would enable me to do the assignment without research.
In fact we had our first discussion about it today. It went...badly.
I have blocked it from my mind. Yes.
So, basically, we have done nothing.
Which is why, right now, I should be either researching, writing the report, or talking to Autumn or Anna. Ugh. Just the thought of doing any of those makes me feel annoyance, fear and vague anger.
Instead, I am thinking about the amazing concert I attended last night with my family, and freaking out about the reallyhairy spider on the wall.
Part of me is stressed about this latin assignment, but currently that part is being overwhelmed by my rapture over Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherezade and also my extreme fear that the spider on the wall will suddenly start to move around or perhaps
FALL ON MY HEAD.
It is probably unhealthy to do this, but I find myself imagining how it would feel to have the spider tangling in my hair as I slowly reach backwards and scratch my head and feel the hairiness of its eight black legs then bring back my hand and see it resting on my palm and running down my arm...
OKAY. Let's not speak of this anymore, I feel the hysteria welling up inside my SOUL.
So anyway.
The stupid latin assignment. I don't even know what to do now. Like, it's due tomorrow, and we have done absolutely nothing. I mean, I've barely spoken to Autumn or Anna about it. Not that either of them have tried to do anything. I bet they don't care if they get bad marks. I mean, just one look at Autumn's heavily made-up face as she dismissively talks about the number of guys she's rejected and you can tell that she doesn't care one bit about her ENTER score. I wonder what her parents have been doing, honestly.
and Anna...well, she's not much better. I noticed her and one of her hopelessly normal friends talking about the upcoming Kilmore and Sean Exeter Human Relations program. Why is everyone at our school so guy-obsessed? And like...seriously, who would want to even meet guys from
WAIT A MINUTE DOES HE GO TO SEAN EXETER????
Dammit. Audrey, search your troubled, maths-incompetent mind.
Does he?
Does he???
Where else could he go? I have a feeling he may have transferred there this year..
Sudden change of feeling on my part. Ohmygod, going to see him. I have to look really amazing. I have to make sure he doesn't talk to Autumn. I have to make sure nobody else talks to him so that he can't find out how retarded I really am. I have to -
Write my stupid Latin assignment, dammit. What am I going to do?
DO NOT THINK ABOUT GUY RIGHT NOW
Yes. Yes. I think that you should give yourself some courage, Audrey, and pick up the phone and dial Anna's number from the class list you were given at the start of this year.
Or maybe Autumn.
...no. no. Anna. Autumn??
Generally I would choose Anna, but after the singing incident...
She stares at me weirdly when I talk, too. Her eyebrows twitch in a creepy way. Even without talking to her face-to-face, i don't think I can handle it.
So..
"Hello, this is Audrey. May I please speak to Autumn?"
"Um, I'm from Autumn's class. In her school. Kilmore."
"Okay. Thanks."
...
(GO LINH GO WRITE IT WRITE IT i can't ><)
And, yes. As predicted, the Amazing A-group has, as yet, failed to do anything at all involving our chosen emperor, Augustus. (I know. Apparently there is an emperor whose name begins with the same letter as my own.) Due to my lack of interest in Augustus, I don't have any prior knowledge that would enable me to do the assignment without research.
In fact we had our first discussion about it today. It went...badly.
I have blocked it from my mind. Yes.
So, basically, we have done nothing.
Which is why, right now, I should be either researching, writing the report, or talking to Autumn or Anna. Ugh. Just the thought of doing any of those makes me feel annoyance, fear and vague anger.
Instead, I am thinking about the amazing concert I attended last night with my family, and freaking out about the reallyhairy spider on the wall.
Part of me is stressed about this latin assignment, but currently that part is being overwhelmed by my rapture over Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherezade and also my extreme fear that the spider on the wall will suddenly start to move around or perhaps
FALL ON MY HEAD.
It is probably unhealthy to do this, but I find myself imagining how it would feel to have the spider tangling in my hair as I slowly reach backwards and scratch my head and feel the hairiness of its eight black legs then bring back my hand and see it resting on my palm and running down my arm...
OKAY. Let's not speak of this anymore, I feel the hysteria welling up inside my SOUL.
So anyway.
The stupid latin assignment. I don't even know what to do now. Like, it's due tomorrow, and we have done absolutely nothing. I mean, I've barely spoken to Autumn or Anna about it. Not that either of them have tried to do anything. I bet they don't care if they get bad marks. I mean, just one look at Autumn's heavily made-up face as she dismissively talks about the number of guys she's rejected and you can tell that she doesn't care one bit about her ENTER score. I wonder what her parents have been doing, honestly.
and Anna...well, she's not much better. I noticed her and one of her hopelessly normal friends talking about the upcoming Kilmore and Sean Exeter Human Relations program. Why is everyone at our school so guy-obsessed? And like...seriously, who would want to even meet guys from
WAIT A MINUTE DOES HE GO TO SEAN EXETER????
Dammit. Audrey, search your troubled, maths-incompetent mind.
Does he?
Does he???
Where else could he go? I have a feeling he may have transferred there this year..
Sudden change of feeling on my part. Ohmygod, going to see him. I have to look really amazing. I have to make sure he doesn't talk to Autumn. I have to make sure nobody else talks to him so that he can't find out how retarded I really am. I have to -
Write my stupid Latin assignment, dammit. What am I going to do?
DO NOT THINK ABOUT GUY RIGHT NOW
Yes. Yes. I think that you should give yourself some courage, Audrey, and pick up the phone and dial Anna's number from the class list you were given at the start of this year.
Or maybe Autumn.
...no. no. Anna. Autumn??
Generally I would choose Anna, but after the singing incident...
She stares at me weirdly when I talk, too. Her eyebrows twitch in a creepy way. Even without talking to her face-to-face, i don't think I can handle it.
So..
"Hello, this is Audrey. May I please speak to Autumn?"
"Um, I'm from Autumn's class. In her school. Kilmore."
"Okay. Thanks."
...
(GO LINH GO WRITE IT WRITE IT i can't ><)
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Autumn again
WARNING: (most) teachers are smarter than they look. My adventure with my beloved Henry ends with me sitting in detention. So let's see who's here: Anna (why, hello!), Audrey(What is she doing here!Hm...maybe she's in here voluntarily), Jemma (as usual - gosh, what is wrong with her?), Nameless-Girl (She looks so emo it's freaky. She should cut her fringe), and a few more dull, faceless souls. Of course, and there is Mrs J. J for Jelly; J for Jobs, J for James, J for...well. ahem. Let's leave it as just 'J' shall we?
She is typing away on her laptop: I bet she's on Facebook. OMG [note: G is for Gosh not "GOD"], are they cankles? I've never noticed that, despite spending five hours a week with her. But then again, maybe that's because I enjoy the view outside the window rather than staring dotingly at her.
I'm going to kill myself now.The silence is sucking me in!
My greeting (in the form of a discreet wave) has just met with stone-cold faces. Fine. Bitch.
Well, maybe I should study for my Latin grammar test next period. But then again Mrs J. is here. She'd kill me if she sees me studying 'last minute'. hm. Anna seems to be doing it. She's hiding the vocab list behind Jane Austen's "Persuasion" though. Damn, I should have brought a book along.
OMG, Emperor assignment due in two days! OMG! Stupid Mrs J. She is now glaring suspiciously around the room. She should go to the gym. geez. What is the point of memorising how many walls some dead guy built two thousand years ago? How does that help with our Latin, Mrs J.? Perhaps she has nothing better to do, and she wants to see us suffer so that she can laugh about it on Facebook. I'll swear I'll find her profile tonight.
I wonder if Anna or Audrey has done it. hmmm...no,they look too guilty to have done it. Damn. Shocking as it may seem but they are my partner for the project. Mrs J. decided to mix up the class so that we can work with different people and 'expand our friendship circles'. As if - with Anna and Audrey? Don't make me laugh.
I really think that Audrey girl is stalking me. Arr. She always gaze at me with her gazing at me with her glassy eyes. Calm down Autumn. Calm down. You're being paranoid.
Smile, "Hi Audrey".
I love you too.
OMG! I'm going to die.
portem
portes
portet
portemus
portetis
portent
This is bad, i don't even know what I'm supposed to do for the assignment! Okay, serious dilemma here: should I call/msn Anna/Audrey tonight to talk to them about it? I can not risk being seen with them you see. That would be bad.
TO be or not to be, that is the question. And the other unanswerable question of all time is: "What is Audrey/Anna's number?"
Oh, there are so many questions in life!
She is typing away on her laptop: I bet she's on Facebook. OMG [note: G is for Gosh not "GOD"], are they cankles? I've never noticed that, despite spending five hours a week with her. But then again, maybe that's because I enjoy the view outside the window rather than staring dotingly at her.
I'm going to kill myself now.The silence is sucking me in!
My greeting (in the form of a discreet wave) has just met with stone-cold faces. Fine. Bitch.
Well, maybe I should study for my Latin grammar test next period. But then again Mrs J. is here. She'd kill me if she sees me studying 'last minute'. hm. Anna seems to be doing it. She's hiding the vocab list behind Jane Austen's "Persuasion" though. Damn, I should have brought a book along.
OMG, Emperor assignment due in two days! OMG! Stupid Mrs J. She is now glaring suspiciously around the room. She should go to the gym. geez. What is the point of memorising how many walls some dead guy built two thousand years ago? How does that help with our Latin, Mrs J.? Perhaps she has nothing better to do, and she wants to see us suffer so that she can laugh about it on Facebook. I'll swear I'll find her profile tonight.
I wonder if Anna or Audrey has done it. hmmm...no,they look too guilty to have done it. Damn. Shocking as it may seem but they are my partner for the project. Mrs J. decided to mix up the class so that we can work with different people and 'expand our friendship circles'. As if - with Anna and Audrey? Don't make me laugh.
I really think that Audrey girl is stalking me. Arr. She always gaze at me with her gazing at me with her glassy eyes. Calm down Autumn. Calm down. You're being paranoid.
Smile, "Hi Audrey".
I love you too.
OMG! I'm going to die.
portem
portes
portet
portemus
portetis
portent
This is bad, i don't even know what I'm supposed to do for the assignment! Okay, serious dilemma here: should I call/msn Anna/Audrey tonight to talk to them about it? I can not risk being seen with them you see. That would be bad.
TO be or not to be, that is the question. And the other unanswerable question of all time is: "What is Audrey/Anna's number?"
Oh, there are so many questions in life!
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Audrey #3
Revised edition of Audrey #3.
Inspired by Linh's post! yay. <3
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It's nearly the end of the year and somehow, life is dreary. Nobody seems to have any desire to do anything at all, least of all myself. The exam rush is not yet here, and assignments are being handed out freely by careless teachers uncaring of the stresses of students who are failing maths.
Our class is celebrating Christmas ridiculously early, what with a Kris Kringle being started among the slightly more popular members of the class. Needless to say, I was not included in this. Not that it bothers me, of course. I mean, who would want to celebrate Christmas by passing notes anonymously to a person who you might barely know or might even dislike, and then in the end having to give them a gift?? That would be bad enough at Christmas, but in October, at the beginning of Term 4???
No. No, I cannot understand it at all.
In fact, one wonders who began this boring and pointless activity. Now that I think about it, the answer is plain: Autumn and her poisonous friends the Peroxides.
There is no wonder that I was not made a part of this. The wonder lies in the fact that several more regular non-Peroxides were included. I seem to remember that Anna (the music school girl who was exposed to my singing) and some of her friends are part of it, too. How interesting...generally the Peroxides are very exclusive. Perhaps they ran out of gift ideas for each other. I can imagine that mascara year after year must be tiring.
In any case, it strikes me as rather odd that this story is beginning at the end of the year. Generally, at this time a story would be ending, not beginning.
...I have a strong feeling that something bad is going to happen soon. Something interesting and bad. My life sucks anyway. Obviously, a story would begin at the most extreme and interesting part of my life; that is, the worst part.
I should be used to the awfulness of my life by now. No friends for 16 years (with a few exceptions). Forced to observe overly attractive girls like Autumn while looking like...this. Constantly embarrassed. Labelled as a nerd, while failing maths.
Could my life get any worse?
Yes, it seems.
Now that I have become aware of the approaching Unfortunate And Terrible Incident, it is very likely that it will occur extremely soon. But how soon, I wonder? how long must I wait, in happy suspense, until it comes crashing down on me?
Hmm. Latin is one of my favourite subjects. I like our teacher, Mrs J. We're doing translation, which I enjoy, and which doesn't involve talking to anyone (a risky activity for a reject like me). What could possibly go wrong.
Aha! An assignment!
...wait. It's on Emperors? Um. Doesn't sound very appealing. I've never been very good at nor very interested in history. Roman history isn't much better.
OH NO. A GROUP ASSIGNMENT? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY????????
DOESN'T SHE KNOW THAT I CAN'T TALK TO PEOPLE WITHOUT DYING A LITTLE INSIDE???
Maybe I'll be lucky and get people who i am vaguely friendly with. Maybe.
HA! WELL THEN.
Yes it is a cute thing to group people by the letter of their first names! Then they can be called the "A" group and try to do an emperor beginning with A! Sadly there probably aren't any emperors starting with A, Mrs J.
THAT WAS SUCH AN INCREDIBLY STUPID IDEA.
The only other two people in my Latin class whose names start with A are Anna, who I cannot talk to because of the terrible embarrassing incident in the music school, and Autumn, who i cannot talk to because...well, people like me don't talk to people like her.
What am I going to do? I have to get good marks in this! I can't let my marks slip!
No. No. Maybe I can work alone.
"Audrey, I understand that you prefer to work alone, but it might be good for you to get to know your fellow students! It's almost the end of Year 10, and I've noticed that you seem to have problems making friends with others - "
...
Thanks, Mrs. J.
You didn't have to go that far.
Let me just die now, while the rest of the class stares at me. I hear a few giggles. What can I say? It's the truth.
I just wish she hadn't said that so loudly.
Well. It's the end for me now. I can see it. Embarrassed, alone, friendless...stuck with an assignment i dislike...even worse, it's due in a week's time. While that may seem to be plenty of time, I know that I won't be able to bring myself to do it, given that I cannot cooperate with the people doing it with me and will just put it off more and more until I have to do it all on the last night.
No, I'm not looking forward to the next week at all.
And exams are soon. Oh my god. What am I going to do???
HOW DID MY LIFE SUDDENLY BECOME SO BAD???
IT SUCKS. IT SUCKS.
sigh.
Inspired by Linh's post! yay. <3
--
It's nearly the end of the year and somehow, life is dreary. Nobody seems to have any desire to do anything at all, least of all myself. The exam rush is not yet here, and assignments are being handed out freely by careless teachers uncaring of the stresses of students who are failing maths.
Our class is celebrating Christmas ridiculously early, what with a Kris Kringle being started among the slightly more popular members of the class. Needless to say, I was not included in this. Not that it bothers me, of course. I mean, who would want to celebrate Christmas by passing notes anonymously to a person who you might barely know or might even dislike, and then in the end having to give them a gift?? That would be bad enough at Christmas, but in October, at the beginning of Term 4???
No. No, I cannot understand it at all.
In fact, one wonders who began this boring and pointless activity. Now that I think about it, the answer is plain: Autumn and her poisonous friends the Peroxides.
There is no wonder that I was not made a part of this. The wonder lies in the fact that several more regular non-Peroxides were included. I seem to remember that Anna (the music school girl who was exposed to my singing) and some of her friends are part of it, too. How interesting...generally the Peroxides are very exclusive. Perhaps they ran out of gift ideas for each other. I can imagine that mascara year after year must be tiring.
In any case, it strikes me as rather odd that this story is beginning at the end of the year. Generally, at this time a story would be ending, not beginning.
...I have a strong feeling that something bad is going to happen soon. Something interesting and bad. My life sucks anyway. Obviously, a story would begin at the most extreme and interesting part of my life; that is, the worst part.
I should be used to the awfulness of my life by now. No friends for 16 years (with a few exceptions). Forced to observe overly attractive girls like Autumn while looking like...this. Constantly embarrassed. Labelled as a nerd, while failing maths.
Could my life get any worse?
Yes, it seems.
Now that I have become aware of the approaching Unfortunate And Terrible Incident, it is very likely that it will occur extremely soon. But how soon, I wonder? how long must I wait, in happy suspense, until it comes crashing down on me?
Hmm. Latin is one of my favourite subjects. I like our teacher, Mrs J. We're doing translation, which I enjoy, and which doesn't involve talking to anyone (a risky activity for a reject like me). What could possibly go wrong.
Aha! An assignment!
...wait. It's on Emperors? Um. Doesn't sound very appealing. I've never been very good at nor very interested in history. Roman history isn't much better.
OH NO. A GROUP ASSIGNMENT? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY????????
DOESN'T SHE KNOW THAT I CAN'T TALK TO PEOPLE WITHOUT DYING A LITTLE INSIDE???
Maybe I'll be lucky and get people who i am vaguely friendly with. Maybe.
HA! WELL THEN.
Yes it is a cute thing to group people by the letter of their first names! Then they can be called the "A" group and try to do an emperor beginning with A! Sadly there probably aren't any emperors starting with A, Mrs J.
THAT WAS SUCH AN INCREDIBLY STUPID IDEA.
The only other two people in my Latin class whose names start with A are Anna, who I cannot talk to because of the terrible embarrassing incident in the music school, and Autumn, who i cannot talk to because...well, people like me don't talk to people like her.
What am I going to do? I have to get good marks in this! I can't let my marks slip!
No. No. Maybe I can work alone.
"Audrey, I understand that you prefer to work alone, but it might be good for you to get to know your fellow students! It's almost the end of Year 10, and I've noticed that you seem to have problems making friends with others - "
...
Thanks, Mrs. J.
You didn't have to go that far.
Let me just die now, while the rest of the class stares at me. I hear a few giggles. What can I say? It's the truth.
I just wish she hadn't said that so loudly.
Well. It's the end for me now. I can see it. Embarrassed, alone, friendless...stuck with an assignment i dislike...even worse, it's due in a week's time. While that may seem to be plenty of time, I know that I won't be able to bring myself to do it, given that I cannot cooperate with the people doing it with me and will just put it off more and more until I have to do it all on the last night.
No, I'm not looking forward to the next week at all.
And exams are soon. Oh my god. What am I going to do???
HOW DID MY LIFE SUDDENLY BECOME SO BAD???
IT SUCKS. IT SUCKS.
sigh.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Kilmore Society and Him
May I propose that we retain our old surnames? It makes things so much easier... anyway. If that's not good, then.. we'll just think of something shall we?
Taking the tram to and from school is one of life's mundane tasks. Nothing could be more dreary (or more horrifying) than being squashed into a hirsute, rotund and profusely-sweating man, whose armpits are in desperate need of deodorant, day after day. Believe me, I would say something comforting like... the smell of pungent BO leaves one's nostrils after a while but it doesn't, not ever. But really, the pain of travelling of home is alleviated by Him .
He (I have not yet discovered his glorious name), goes to St Evans and is the object of my (as of yet) one-sided affections. Soon I will be able to say that He and I have held such a passionate relationship for four years. Yet, 20 MINUTES PER DAY IN HIS AWESOME PRESENCE IS NOT ENOUGH.
Bah, why did Kilmore [um yeah.. go Linh...] have to be located in such a dodgy place? Why could it not have been situated in the inner-city like all the other prissy private schools? WHY?! And now, because of that, I am reduced to a mere 10 MINUTES with him His per trip!!! Argh, the pain.
Calm, Anna, calm. One has to be grateful for everything that she has. Twenty minutes a day of Him is surely enough. Anymore and you might be overcome by His chiselled visage, His sweet smell...
No! I must concentrate on Latin! (Why does it seem like my wandering from the subject at hand is becoming a common occurrence? How strange...)
portabam
portabas
portabat
portabamus
portabatis
portabant
I see that we're all sitting in hierarchical order. Here, I sit in the second row of our class. Next to me is Jen, one of my friends who is currently staring into mid-space with her pen halfway between her paper and mouth. Then, on my other side is Steph, a nice enough girl who is every bit as much a normal person as I, or Jen, am. Our row is made up of the average mass of Kilmore Ladies' College [um, I kinda forgot what you said Linh about the school...]. All of us are neither outstandingly popular, nor are we the dregs of Kilmore society. We are the Norms.
In the third row are those that make up the highest echelon of our year level. Among them are the Peroxides who dress with their top button of their dress undone, foundation liberally applied and ponytails all to the side. In fact, I see that Autumn is there and actually working. Well, if the sun does rise from the west, it's amazing. I see that she still hasn't re-dyed her hair. Shame.
Finally, in the front row are the Rejects. Simply put, if you aren't exceedingly popular or just normal, then you're a Reject. Harsh, isn't it? It's said that a newcomer to Kilmore has until the end of recess to not be relegated into the lowest of the lows. Any dirty tactics can be used to gain entry into one of the other sets, but woe to those who find themselves stuck with the title of Reject. To rise from the status of Reject is something that has not yet been done in all the history of Kilmore and if done, will surely be a legend.
Gosh, it's a dog-eat-dog world, isn't it?
[I have a feeling I might have made A LOT of typos and errors, so like... feel free to edit. xD]
[edited by Audrey.]
Taking the tram to and from school is one of life's mundane tasks. Nothing could be more dreary (or more horrifying) than being squashed into a hirsute, rotund and profusely-sweating man, whose armpits are in desperate need of deodorant, day after day. Believe me, I would say something comforting like... the smell of pungent BO leaves one's nostrils after a while but it doesn't, not ever. But really, the pain of travelling of home is alleviated by Him .
He (I have not yet discovered his glorious name), goes to St Evans and is the object of my (as of yet) one-sided affections. Soon I will be able to say that He and I have held such a passionate relationship for four years. Yet, 20 MINUTES PER DAY IN HIS AWESOME PRESENCE IS NOT ENOUGH.
Bah, why did Kilmore [um yeah.. go Linh...] have to be located in such a dodgy place? Why could it not have been situated in the inner-city like all the other prissy private schools? WHY?! And now, because of that, I am reduced to a mere 10 MINUTES with him His per trip!!! Argh, the pain.
Calm, Anna, calm. One has to be grateful for everything that she has. Twenty minutes a day of Him is surely enough. Anymore and you might be overcome by His chiselled visage, His sweet smell...
No! I must concentrate on Latin! (Why does it seem like my wandering from the subject at hand is becoming a common occurrence? How strange...)
portabam
portabas
portabat
portabamus
portabatis
portabant
I see that we're all sitting in hierarchical order. Here, I sit in the second row of our class. Next to me is Jen, one of my friends who is currently staring into mid-space with her pen halfway between her paper and mouth. Then, on my other side is Steph, a nice enough girl who is every bit as much a normal person as I, or Jen, am. Our row is made up of the average mass of Kilmore Ladies' College [um, I kinda forgot what you said Linh about the school...]. All of us are neither outstandingly popular, nor are we the dregs of Kilmore society. We are the Norms.
In the third row are those that make up the highest echelon of our year level. Among them are the Peroxides who dress with their top button of their dress undone, foundation liberally applied and ponytails all to the side. In fact, I see that Autumn is there and actually working. Well, if the sun does rise from the west, it's amazing. I see that she still hasn't re-dyed her hair. Shame.
Finally, in the front row are the Rejects. Simply put, if you aren't exceedingly popular or just normal, then you're a Reject. Harsh, isn't it? It's said that a newcomer to Kilmore has until the end of recess to not be relegated into the lowest of the lows. Any dirty tactics can be used to gain entry into one of the other sets, but woe to those who find themselves stuck with the title of Reject. To rise from the status of Reject is something that has not yet been done in all the history of Kilmore and if done, will surely be a legend.
Gosh, it's a dog-eat-dog world, isn't it?
[I have a feeling I might have made A LOT of typos and errors, so like... feel free to edit. xD]
[edited by Audrey.]
Friday, November 30, 2007
Sides of a Leaf
OH MY GOSH (Despite what people may think, I do respect authority. See? I didn't use the Lord's name in vain. From now on I shall be referring to the Lord as "One-Who-Can-Not-Be-Named" or "OWCNBN" for short)
getting back to topic...
I am now officially a rebel. I have just strolled out of the school gate during the fifth period, passed a few occupied teachers. Why? To meet up with Henry. No, I do not like him - I'm not into nerdy Asians. My friends convinced me I should wag Commerce and stop being such s freak. Apparently I'm the only one in the group who hasn't skipped a class this term.
Usually when we wag,we wander around the music school, pretending we're waiting for our lessons, or we just walk around aimlessly, looking as if we're heading somewhere. I am the first brave soul (within our group) to actually leave the school ground in full view of teachers. Sarah gawped when she learned of my plan. I feel sorry for that girl sometimes; her brain-cell development is tardy.
She reminds me of Audrey; abnormally wide eyes, and the dazed expression. Sometimes I wonder if Audrey is socially...challenged. The last time I attempted to be friendly (which was in year 7), I greeted her as she made her way to her locker, hugging a pile of books (which I believe were dictionaries). Her eyes widened to approximately twice their size, all her limbs froze, and her precious books crashed onto the floor.
I am not exaggerating here. This is how sad this school is getting.
I don't even think she has any friends. Perhaps she's friend with that Anna(I've found out that she is actually Anna, not Annie. Anna [KATHERINE, WHAT'S YOUR LAST NAME?]) Wherever there's one of them, you'd sure to find the other lurking around somewhere.
Take this lunch-break for example:
I walked pass Audrey, singing her heart out on the old couch in the music school. She was rather out-of-tune and squeaky - like the music one gets when pedalling a rusty old bicycle. She'd be perfect to sing the Speech Night songs. They suit her style: piercing and gay [IS THIS TOO MEAN?]She didn't realise I was there though, so I just hurried out. I was too shocked to confront her. Anyways, I needed to check my make-up before I meet up with Henry. I like the sound of that name: Henry, Hen-ry, Henrie (in French accent).
As I was just fixing my foundation (it was rubbing off. The quality of Channel foundation is terrible. I'm only using it because it's in fashion now), I glimpsed Anna staring at me as she attempted to edge around the group to go into the music school. Probably going to support Audrey in her ambition - whatever it may be. Why would anyone randomly sing (badly) in public?
They must be friends. I wonder how Anna stands Audrey's singing.
Pray OWCNBN, dad doesn't find out about me wagging. While he doesn't mind me joining the Peroxide Group (as those retarded Asians labeled us), he expected me to focus on my studies. He would seriously kill me if he finds out I'm going out with a guy. Even knowing a guy would result in me being moved to another school, and this time forced to hang out with "studious friends".
I am leading a double life. This is not healthy is it?
getting back to topic...
I am now officially a rebel. I have just strolled out of the school gate during the fifth period, passed a few occupied teachers. Why? To meet up with Henry. No, I do not like him - I'm not into nerdy Asians. My friends convinced me I should wag Commerce and stop being such s freak. Apparently I'm the only one in the group who hasn't skipped a class this term.
Usually when we wag,we wander around the music school, pretending we're waiting for our lessons, or we just walk around aimlessly, looking as if we're heading somewhere. I am the first brave soul (within our group) to actually leave the school ground in full view of teachers. Sarah gawped when she learned of my plan. I feel sorry for that girl sometimes; her brain-cell development is tardy.
She reminds me of Audrey; abnormally wide eyes, and the dazed expression. Sometimes I wonder if Audrey is socially...challenged. The last time I attempted to be friendly (which was in year 7), I greeted her as she made her way to her locker, hugging a pile of books (which I believe were dictionaries). Her eyes widened to approximately twice their size, all her limbs froze, and her precious books crashed onto the floor.
I am not exaggerating here. This is how sad this school is getting.
I don't even think she has any friends. Perhaps she's friend with that Anna(I've found out that she is actually Anna, not Annie. Anna [KATHERINE, WHAT'S YOUR LAST NAME?]) Wherever there's one of them, you'd sure to find the other lurking around somewhere.
Take this lunch-break for example:
I walked pass Audrey, singing her heart out on the old couch in the music school. She was rather out-of-tune and squeaky - like the music one gets when pedalling a rusty old bicycle. She'd be perfect to sing the Speech Night songs. They suit her style: piercing and gay [IS THIS TOO MEAN?]She didn't realise I was there though, so I just hurried out. I was too shocked to confront her. Anyways, I needed to check my make-up before I meet up with Henry. I like the sound of that name: Henry, Hen-ry, Henrie (in French accent).
As I was just fixing my foundation (it was rubbing off. The quality of Channel foundation is terrible. I'm only using it because it's in fashion now), I glimpsed Anna staring at me as she attempted to edge around the group to go into the music school. Probably going to support Audrey in her ambition - whatever it may be. Why would anyone randomly sing (badly) in public?
They must be friends. I wonder how Anna stands Audrey's singing.
Pray OWCNBN, dad doesn't find out about me wagging. While he doesn't mind me joining the Peroxide Group (as those retarded Asians labeled us), he expected me to focus on my studies. He would seriously kill me if he finds out I'm going out with a guy. Even knowing a guy would result in me being moved to another school, and this time forced to hang out with "studious friends".
I am leading a double life. This is not healthy is it?
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Anna the Average #2
Wow. Audrey sounds really nasally and screechy when she sings. I'll die if she's auditioning for a solo part at Speech Night. Like, literally, I will die.
BUT WAIT. One might have the impression that I had purposefully gone our of my way to hear Know-It-All Audrey sing. THAT IS NOT THE CASE.
But like, yeah. I'll start from the beginning.
The Peroxides [I mean, don't you think that this is such a befitting name? LOL] were blocking up the corridor with their ridiculous and mindless conversations that usually run like this:
"Like, Jen, don't you just love my new mascara? It's like Channel. Don't I look hot?"
"Oh my gosh, you so do Phillipa. I think maybe I'll get Channel next time too. Then that'll complete my whole Channel set! This is like, so exciting! (high-pitched squeal) I can't stand anything other than Channel. I mean, everything else is just so out, you know?"
"That is like, so true. But Dolce and Gabana is so cool too."
"Um, can you not butt into our conversations Sarah? Jen and I are like, kinda talking at the moment."
I noticed Autumn was sitting with a compact open while checking some invisible spot on her cheek. You're obviously blind Autumn, the pimple volcano is on your forehead. Hasn't anyone ever told you that foundation is not good for the skin during puberty?
Pfft.. probably not. I wonder what will happen if I slip that piece of advice in her Kris Kringle note? I hope she liked my touch with the book.
But shame Anna! You're wandering from the main point.
Long story short: Because the Peroxides were taking their blessed time clearing the corridor, I had forgotten that I had a music lesson, then remembered and rushed over to the music school. Realizing that I was probably early, I sat there, craving for one of the fatty potato cakes that were selling fast in the canteen (transfatty foods are the bane of my existence). It was then that I heard the most horrible noise.
Shock. Horror.
It was Audrey singing a rendition of You Raise Me Up. Badly. Very Badly.
Rumors are that Audrey, the Teacher's Pet, has perfect pitch and is apparently, highly musical. So not true. SHE SINGS OUT OF TUNE. LIKE REALLY OUT OF TUNE.
I think I must have made a gasping sound because Audrey suddenly stopped and looked in my direction. Her eyes looked unnaturally big at that moment.
I quickly exited the room, seeking a way to not hear her sing again. On my way out, I noticed that a yellow post-it was on Audrey's glasses and I made a comment of it. I wonder if she heard me? She looked quite devastated.
Poor girl, I almost feel sorry for her. She must be so embarrassed. I think I'll pretend I was temporarly deaf that day.
Then again, maybe I should be the one to tell her to not sing in public, let alone for an audition.
Oh good God. What a dillemma.
BUT WAIT. One might have the impression that I had purposefully gone our of my way to hear Know-It-All Audrey sing. THAT IS NOT THE CASE.
But like, yeah. I'll start from the beginning.
The Peroxides [I mean, don't you think that this is such a befitting name? LOL] were blocking up the corridor with their ridiculous and mindless conversations that usually run like this:
"Like, Jen, don't you just love my new mascara? It's like Channel. Don't I look hot?"
"Oh my gosh, you so do Phillipa. I think maybe I'll get Channel next time too. Then that'll complete my whole Channel set! This is like, so exciting! (high-pitched squeal) I can't stand anything other than Channel. I mean, everything else is just so out, you know?"
"That is like, so true. But Dolce and Gabana is so cool too."
"Um, can you not butt into our conversations Sarah? Jen and I are like, kinda talking at the moment."
I noticed Autumn was sitting with a compact open while checking some invisible spot on her cheek. You're obviously blind Autumn, the pimple volcano is on your forehead. Hasn't anyone ever told you that foundation is not good for the skin during puberty?
Pfft.. probably not. I wonder what will happen if I slip that piece of advice in her Kris Kringle note? I hope she liked my touch with the book.
But shame Anna! You're wandering from the main point.
Long story short: Because the Peroxides were taking their blessed time clearing the corridor, I had forgotten that I had a music lesson, then remembered and rushed over to the music school. Realizing that I was probably early, I sat there, craving for one of the fatty potato cakes that were selling fast in the canteen (transfatty foods are the bane of my existence). It was then that I heard the most horrible noise.
Shock. Horror.
It was Audrey singing a rendition of You Raise Me Up. Badly. Very Badly.
Rumors are that Audrey, the Teacher's Pet, has perfect pitch and is apparently, highly musical. So not true. SHE SINGS OUT OF TUNE. LIKE REALLY OUT OF TUNE.
I think I must have made a gasping sound because Audrey suddenly stopped and looked in my direction. Her eyes looked unnaturally big at that moment.
I quickly exited the room, seeking a way to not hear her sing again. On my way out, I noticed that a yellow post-it was on Audrey's glasses and I made a comment of it. I wonder if she heard me? She looked quite devastated.
Poor girl, I almost feel sorry for her. She must be so embarrassed. I think I'll pretend I was temporarly deaf that day.
Then again, maybe I should be the one to tell her to not sing in public, let alone for an audition.
Oh good God. What a dillemma.
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