This post is probably going to be a bit all over the place because that’s exactly how I’m feeling. But hey, that’s fine isn’t it? After all, I’ve decided that my blog isn’t just to show you guys the good parts of my life – it’s also to show you the bad. Or rather, the bad moods.
To put it simply, I dislike school very much at the moment. Not so much the seeing my friends part, but the subjects I selected for this semester, the teachers I got for those subjects, and the work they’re making us do.
Last year, English was my favourite subject. I loved it, obviously because I want to be an author and English involved working towards this. I enjoyed writing essays or paragraphs, no matter the subject they were on, simply because it was writing and that’s what I’m best at.
This year, things are not the same. Far from it, actually. For starters, our subject of the term is ‘Gender Constructions’. I’m sure I don’t have to explain it – you’re probably imagining all the things that could go wrong in a class of immature 14 to 15-year-olds just by hearing those words. I’m not going to go into it for that exact reason, but my point still stands. To make it worse, we have to do an assignment on it, and not just any assignment. A speech, and not just any speech. A TEDTalk. For those of you who don’t know, (keeping in mind I only found this out last week), a TEDTalk is a 5 to 18 minute talk about a subject of your choice. It’s typically memorised and spoken in front of a huge audience. If we’re looking at the positives, I guess I can be thankful that I only have to speak in front of 30 people. Not to mention my teacher is VERY opinionated and a lot of people in my class don’t respect her (or like her, for that matter).
Other than that letdown of a class, I’m also doing Geography, Media, Hospitality, and Religion. Usually, 3 out of 4 of those subjects would be fun, right? But no, not at my school.
Literally all we do in Geography is write notes, and not just half a page of quick bullet points – I’m talking at least 3 pages of full sentences of information that goes in one ear and straight out the other. I swear if I hear the word ‘shorebirds’ one more time, I WILL scream. It also doesn’t help that I don’t really have any friends in that class. Some of you can probably relate to this: you know when there’s a group of semi-popular people in your class that you can actually talk to and seem half-genuine compared to most of the other popular kids that you really want to be friends with but just somehow can’t step far enough out of your comfort zone to actually make it happen? Yeah, that’s me. And don’t get me wrong, these girls are sweet and I’ve spoken to a couple of them, but unless I gather up the courage to talk to them, they will not talk to me.
As for Media, compared to Geography, it isn’t terrible. I mean, at least I have friends to sit with in this class, but I still don’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would. Partly because I didn’t really put two-and-two together that Media would include filming and acting. I literally took what I’d read in a book a while ago and thought it would be a class where you watched a movie and then did an assignment on what it was about and what it taught you. Forgive me for being naive. But I hate acting. I have no confidence, so therefore I did not pick drama, yet I somehow still got dragged into it. Yay me.
Hospitality is a completely different story. My best friend is in this class with me which is a massive plus, but the rest of it just goes downhill. Another thing I didn’t process; we have to cook. Like use ovens and stoves and knives. And I can’t cook. Not if my life depended on it. I mean sure, I could learn to cook in Hospitality. That’s the whole point isn’t it? To go over the last two weeks: first, we cooked Firecracker Chicken Noodle Salad, which sounds fancy but it’s really just some chopped up vegetables, cooked noodles and a piece of chicken shoved into a bowl. Then, we cooked Smashed Avocado on Toast. Like, are you kidding me? I don’t even think you can classify that as cooking. I’m pretty sure a five-year-old could figure out how to cut open an avocado and chuck a slice of toast in the toaster. It’s not that hard.
And last but not least, Religion. How I love learning about the Ancient Catholic Church, the Pope and all the other what-nots that I don’t understand. Again, I have my best friend in this class, but I don’t get to sit with her, oh no. Our teacher is old, and therefore she explained to us that we needed to be in a seating plan so she could learn our names. Feel sorry for me: she already knows my name because I had her as a teacher last year. But no, she doesn’t remember that. Unfortunately for me, that means I’m stuck sitting in the back row with three of the most popular – and annoying, if I might add – guys in my class. Literally all they do is watch stupid videos on their laptops the whole lesson, make fun of each other, and ANNOY ME.
So, to conclude this very long rant, I am really not enjoying school. In fact, it’s pathetic to say that Maths is actually my favourite subject so far this year. I’d take four worksheets of linear equations and a calculator over the Catholic Social Teachings, notes on Mangrove Trees, a storyboard, or Firecracker Chicken Noodle Salad ANY DAY.