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Category: not school

perfection takes time

by bezzle

I have no homework.  Nothing, except to work on history extension.  I am so confused right now.  Surely there’s some massive project due in two days, or a hidden avalanche of homework somewhere.

wait yes there’s my maths

But anyway, have a proper blogpost, where I actually relay what happened in my life today, unlike the posts for the past year or so.

Today was OZCLO nationals, and at recess off we went to Macquarie University!  After a caffeine/sugar stop at Macquarie Centre, we headed off to campus and found the building, then realised we had no idea what room the competition was in.    Eventually we found our teacher/he found us, and we found ourselves in a small room, the eight of us (two teams) with four rowdy North Sydney girls.

All I can remember for the first half-hour was loud conversation, loud, loud and irritation.  And utter frustration at the second question.

Thanks to Emily, Jenny and Dodo yay still in awe about coming first in state eeeeeee it’s a pleasure being on your team.

For some reason I went back to school for Extension History and it wasn’t as soporific as usual and I think I shall have to defer my poster-buying to tomorrow.

Wow reading my post bored myself.


by bezzle

I’m thinking about History Extension, and every topic I think about, it turns into a massively broad case study and I can’t do this there’s fuzz in my brain and I think I’ll burn out a fuse if I push it hard enough maybe I should just watch some more Gintama.

incidentally, a talk with a stranger

by bezzle

Today at the bus stop I had a lovely chat with a bearded dude called Cameron (here’s a shout out he’ll never read), and it really put my -school- life into a new perspective.

It started when he asked me the time, as his bus was due any moment.  Conversation then moved onto school and career paths – I think he’s twenty-two or so (he said he was in year 11 five years ago), and is an engineering student at TAFE.

I swear, it is so hard to judge a bearded man’s age.  I was scared of offending him by asking if he remembered school, but Cameron didn’t seem to notice.  *phew*  Also, his beard is quite thick, and has taken him a month and a half (with a bit of trimming).  I wonder if his is a conversation-starter.

Conversation was kind of jerky between us, but not awkward, and he was a very friendly guy.  We ended up talking about totally random topics, like you would with friends.  While we were talking about school and subjects and what could have been for him, he mentioned his maths/english mark.  I think, from an average highschooler’s point of view, it was more than respectable – but not a number you’d hear of at our school.  And here’s the thing, he had no idea about our school’s reputation (he thought I was from Cumbo, originally…) so it was really liberating to talk about school and study to him.  Especially about what happens after school, and moving out and stuff.  The notion of uni not being mandatory after high school is quite alien to me.

My bus ended up being more than 15 minutes late, and he just caught it rather than wait for his own.

And to top it all off, he said ‘toodles‘ when he got off the bus.  TOODLES.

Wow, there already exists the tag ‘random encounters with strangers’.  How handy.


I propose:

by cloudier

changing the theme of this blog to Ambiru with a modified header image and the categories, weblog and archives moved into pages.

The way I dress is not the product of my sexuality; it’s the product of the culture I grew up in.

by cloudier

I’m not saying that the culture I grew up in is perfect. Its fascination with skin and bones has led to the death of many people, and it’s a culture that propagates the idea that if you dress in a certain way, you are promiscuous.

It’s disgusting how the staff at our school are shaming the people around them into dressing in a way they feel conforms with the whims of the ignorant and the bigots of our society.