Coursework

I’m pretty chuffed with myself. Managed to get two pieces of coursework out of the way today in an English coursework day, despite being quite ill. I’d have done a much better job under no pressure and at home but hell, there’s no doubt that I’d have found every excuse in the book not to get them done otherwise. At least those two are out of the way now, indefinitely and even if I have screwed up, an original writing piece I did back in Year 10 which got an A* and a speaking and listening thing for which I was told I had gotten a high B should make it up. There’s always the 75% of the exam to consider anyway and I’m confident I’ll do well in that the hope being that I’ll get myself a B so that I can take History at A Level. If however I just get a C which might well turn out to be the case then I won’t be wholeheartedly disappointed and I’d hope to make History anyway. If I fail, well, English is the only subject that I’m backing myself to pass easily. Oh how peeved I’d be if I failed English.

Coursework wise, I’ve the one English bit left to do and that’s exploring the dramatic function of Shylock in Act 3, Scene . That’s the one I worked on well into the night only to be told I’ve to redo it because the language I used wasn’t language someone my age would use. Her actual words were, ‘this is not what I expect from a student. It’s what I’d expect from an English professor.’ Reading back through it, I didn’t think it so great. I’m in top set so you’ve to expect work that’s better than average. I’ve to stay after school and do this one next week which’ll be fun. I have to say though that I’ll enjoy handing in something better than my last effort. More coursework on the to do list comes with Drama (written, mostly redoing crap drafts,) Media (a lot) ICT (even more than media) and Science (can’t say I care.) If it needs to be done to pass then it will and I’m still deciding in that respect what I’m to work on. I’ll get it done once I get the internet running at home again though.

The Tin

I’ve realized that I squander far too much money needlessly. A prime example would be me getting £570 in the Summer. That’s now gone. In fact, it went in that very same summer. So, I come up with the tin, which is what I call the tin safe I’ve possessed since I was a child. I now vow to save up money for nothing in particular, just so that when I do need it it’s there. I won’t be buying crap with it though. Thus far I’ve deposited £15, a small sum yes but I’m hoping that it will grow. Hoping.

I’ve not got any rules for it yet though I may look to implement some. For instance, at the moment I randomly deposit money. I make sure to keep some in my wallet on stuff like going out but the tin generally gets untouched unless needed. Hopefully there’ll be more to thrown in if I get a job, which right now is something of a priority considering I won’t be able to get lifts anymore from my Granddad when going out soon and will have to start going the bus and cab route much to my dismay.

Christmas, birthday and plagarism

I would apologize about the dire lack of activity about these parts of late but there’s very little need for I’m confident that I’m all alone out here and that no one reads this place. Maybe I’m wrong, but our hits counter would suggest that we only manage to pull in the very occasional reader who’s stumbled here by mistake. Poor soul. I wish there was something to appease such a visitor to stick around. I’m afraid there’s not. Therefore, I’ve vowed to make a renewed effort at giving this place a real go. There’s lots to talk about and I want to abolish this notion that I’ve a poor track record with websites, which I do.

A quick round up of the past month then: Christmas arrived and lo and behold, Santa, or rather, my mum, uncle and grandparents delivered me money, a lot in fact – just over £300, an amount I was very content with and went on to splash in the January sale, strengthening my wardrobe yet again with a Stone Island Cardigan (£135) and jeans (£65) additions as well as a pair of gloves (£19) and a polo (£32) to match my cardigan, both from Lacoste. The rest of it went towards my birthday party which has just passed. That’s right, I’m the big sixteen and can now legally smoke and have sex. Oh joy. Aside from some new CD’s (Muse’s Black holes and revelations, The Killer’s Sam’s Town, Kasabian’s Empire, The Fratelli’s Castello Music and Oasis’s Stop The Clocks) and a couple of fivers, I’m still waiting on my big present. I had an agreement with my mum that if I had my party I’d wait until she got paid ‘til I got my present. The major problem there is that I still don’t know what to ask for, a watch being the sole candidate at the moment.

Away from all that, I opened The Film Review, a site where if the title just wasn’t obvious enough for you , I’ll be reviewing films. I also managed to miss my ICT resits out of choice before being told that I will now have to pay for them and have been accused of not writing my own English coursework piece because the language was that good and because sometimes I struggle to explain words that I write, especially when under the intimidating presence of two teachers who are telling me that I cheated flatly though they had no evidence seemingly not taking any other opinion into consideration. The compliment’s gladly received but I don’t much enjoy being told I’ll have to rewrite something in front of a teacher merely because it was good, not when I spent as long on it as I did, anyway.