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Thursday, 7 June 2012

hey evewybowdy :)
the lyric game is going pre good :)
but only one commenter.... PLEASE COMMENT!
ok, here's how the game is going so far:

Miss Mikki: everyone knows im in over my head over my head 8 seconds left in overtime she's on your mind she's on your mind- Over my head ( cable cars) by  the fray... the best band in the world ! other than onedirection :)

JBass :) : You spin my head right round, right round when you go down down - flo rida

that's all I got so far, but it is a pre good start:) JBass thank you sooo much ilyaaf i luv ur site :) plz join my site! there is a little gadget that says no members want to be the first? or something just click on it. It's that easy! just. one. click!!
Thanks to my amazing friend lifewithmydogs for becoming an awesome member :)
Ok my thougths today:
MY THOUGHTS ON:
 SCHOOL ( dun dun dun!)
( any teachers reading this, take no offence because it is not meant to be offensive, it is just a joke so please don't lower my grades because of this post!)
Teachers are a strange species of human. Their main  habitat is the school, there are three types of schools:
infants- this is a place where the youngest members of our society are placed to run wild and let off a little steam with their tiny friends. They are also taught the language of the human kind and the symbols  that are called the alphabet and how to count so that they can pay the bills when they are like waaay older. They are also taught other useless things such as colours and shapes ( I still haven't quite got shapes down yet but I'm working on it xD) These younglings are often told when they are missbehaving, things like ''you can't do that in big school'' which seems rather useless, considering that they still have much to learn untill they are accepted in the place that so many call ''big school''
the teachers their are ussually sing-song sort of people who like to make up little ''poems'' so that the younglings understand what message that they are trying to comunicate. But these "poems" are not exactly poems. see the difference? "poems" poems.

The second stage of school is primary school. This school is just about the same as infants except that all of the kids think that they are all grown up. The teachers in this environment are way more strict and stuff, and the grade sixers always seem to get the best teachers that actually seem to speak english. in primary school you are assigned certain things called homework where you must complete the work that is given to you at home. But it doesn't seem commpulsary. If you 'forget' to do your homework you can explain to your teacher and be like
" oops it seems that I have forgotten my homework what shall i do?"
and then the teacher walks along and is all like
" don't worry, you can do it tommorow"
and if you don't bring it the next day, the teacher says the same thing and it goes on and on untill the teacher is like:
"you know what? forget it."
primary school is fun and laid back and you can be a kid. So any primary schoolers reading this just enjoy being young and crazy because it doesn't last. ( well, except the crazy bit)

Ok. highschool. What can I say?
IT'S A JUNGLE.
No seriously. I ain't joking.
It is absolutly crazy.
You have like, a billion teachers and triple as many kids who you have to suss out and your studies are so important and then so is your social life and then you can't be late for class and the school is so big that if you went 20 meters in the air, you still wouldn't be able to see the whole place.
Trust me, it's not pretty.
Homework is like really, really important and it is most of your marks. And yeah...
My mum is always telling me to hang in there because it is like a tunnel, and when you make it to the other side you are all like, wait. did I seriously just do that?!
That is why they make you do P.E. to help you survive highschool. No dude, really, it's survival of the fittest.

And I haven't been to university and it might be a few more years untill I do so I won't be able to write about that.
Sorry:(
So, that is what I think about school.

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