Sixty-Nine

"Why do you think you didn't get high marks? Why did you all make mistakes?"
A teacher, giving us back our papers.

"I don't know. You tell us."
Me.


As my friends and sisters will attest, I have little tolerance for silly questions. Gee, maybe it's because we didn't know we were making mistakes? If we knew, we w0uldn't have bloody well done them, would we?

And they keep comparing us to the Azharians. I know that they are more hardworking and polite and they tend to get better marks, but there's a certain way of doing things, innit? You know, 'correction does much, but encouragement does more', and all that. I mean, compare us if you want, but shouldn't you, I don't know, encourage us to do better instead of just leaving it like that? All it does is put us down.

We didn't stay long in class to play today. No one was in the mood.
And to make things better, we're getting back our Maths and GP papers tomorrow. And we all know those two are my strongest subjects.
Whoop de woo.
(That's sarcasm, people)

All this negative thoughts are, of course, not helping my happy aura, so what better to remedy it with than 'Dancing Queen', by Abba? Having the time of your life, ooooohh. I wish I was a Dancing Queen. I wish I could dance. =(