Friday, 21st September 2018Today's timetable: French (P1), English (P2), History (P6)Post length: Pretty average by Meghan standardsI actually cannot believe I've just finished my third week of college. It simultaneously feels like I've been there years, but at the same time, I feel like I only started yesterday. It's insane, and these next two years are prolly gonna fly by, which I'm not sure how I feel about.
It was first period Friday again, which meant getting up at 6am while it was (still) pouring it down. Unpopular opinion (or maybe not idk) but I really like the rain, although perhaps not when I'm in a torrential downpour power-walking up the hill into school without an umberella. Autumn/ Winter over summer any day.
First period was French, where we had our third vocab test of the week. Yesterday, we got our other two vocab tests back and I got 14.5/15 on the general vocab (lost half a mark cos I forgot to put the hat on the
e in
être) and 14/15 in the present tense regulars. Today was present tense irregulars, which I'd been dreading because there's SO MANY, so I don't think it was my finest hour. There were a few that I wasn't sure on so I went by my usual tactic of chopping a few letters off the end and whacking on -
ez for the
vous form in a desperate cry for help. Then we did some reading translation-y stuff, which I do quite enjoy because there's no speaking involved, and, as per, got given another sheet for homework. I think French for me is
that subject where you're always just bombarded with so many sheets you don't even know what to do with. Have my school got their own private section of the Amazon Rainforest where all this paper comes from, or what?
Period 2 was
l'anglais, where we went back over the analysis of
No, Thank You, John and
From the Antique, by Rossetti. Don't think I enjoy this collection as much as I enjoyed the Power and Conflict stuff from GCSE, but I haven't read them all so I'm probably not the best to judge. We also got our baseline assessment thingys back from when we did them on Wednesday, where we had to write two paragraphs on In the Round Tower at Jhansi, and I got 26/30, which was an A. First off, what the hell is an A, because I only speak in 9-1 lingo now (thanks mikey luv u xox), but arguably more importantly, I'm actually so thrilled with that. I really was expecting a D or something purely because I've heard of how big of the gulf in standard there is between GCSE and A-level, and I know that I'm not an actual A grade a level student at the moment because the grades were subjective to the class and we didn't do a whole question anyway, but it just made me feel a whole lot more confident about this A-level lark than I was before.
Then began the usual Friday fun of break, two free periods, followed by lunch and another free for good measure. The four of us went into town with an agenda of errands, although the weather had other plans and decided 11:05 was the absolute perfect time to unleash storm Bronagh (is that even the right one idek don't @ me yr11 geog teacher). We first went to the train station to see if they'd let my friend refund some train tickets she'd bought to Liverpool, which apparently weren't refundable, and then we went to hmv so I could buy my dad a CD for his birthday. We then went into Wilko (bad decision: Wilko is my one true love and we can never part), and I got too excited and bought a hole punch and a stapler ("you really know how to kick off the weekend"- the girl who sits next to me in history), and my friend got too excited with the Pick and Mix. One of us had to go back for third forth period, and then there we three, so we trudged to Sainsbury's and bought lunch.
After almost fighting for a table in the main foyer, we sat and ate lunch, before getting on with some work, although I've never been one to be all that productive when I'm sat with friends. I could finally properly organise my folder with my snazzy hole punch, and it's getting to the point where I need to start transferring sheets from my day folder into my big ass subject folders, especially with history, because I don't need my notes on topic one in the lessons anymore. My other friend then left to go to fifth period, so my friend and I did a bit more homework. I made a start on the French, and also rewrote a few more history notes. I've got literally loads to do at the weekend on reforms, but we'll pretend they don't exist for now for my own mental sanity.
Finally, sixth period rolled around, and we did the National Insurance Act in history, and I'm not quite sure how much I understand about what is actually going on. My only knowledge of what a 'subsidy' comes from my GCSE history days with Henry VIII, and I had no idea insurance works by the companies taking the money an investing it into government bonds or something, whatever they are. My knowledge of the actual world is really quite astonishingly poor. I can still quote Macbeth but idk what the hell stocks even are or who's the current Chancellor of the Exchequer atm, but oh well at least I've got the date of the economic crisis engrained into my brain (1837
). I digress, but I guess I really need to go over all these liberal reforms this weekend huh
I never do work after school on a Friday, so I've spent most of this evening messing around on my guitar and attempting to tidy my bedroom before giving up and going on TSR instead. I've had a pretty good week this weed apart from, you know, almost passing out mid-park run. I did my run two days ago now, and my legs are still killing me. Yesterday I could barely get out of bed and had to get my mum to tie my shoelaces cos I couldn't bend down (and still can't
). I was hoping I'd be able to go for a run on Saturday, but I might have to wait until Monday because, damn, I didn't think I was this out of shape. So, yeah. Bar that, I've kinda been enjoying school as of late.
Pour souls who have committed to being tagged: (if you're also slightly masochistic, lemme know if you wanna be tagged- or removed, for that matter)