Truth or Dare

You could go for the truth...

Me: Truth.

Semibreve: Okay. What's your secret?

Me: Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...........................
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I don't think I've got one.

Semibreve: But you must do, because everyone has a secret.

Me: Okay... I don't like going in the water at swimming pools? [I lied.]

Crotchet: That's not a secret.

...But then when you haven't an answer for the question set, you're looking at an awkward moment.

So, you could go for dare...

Classmate: I dare you kiss that boy over there.

Me: *goes to do so having seen other people do dares*

*ends up looking mental to some poor victim*

...but you could be asked to do anything.

The best way is to avoid it altogether...

Person: But it's bad luck not to accept!/Oh, you're no fun.

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I've never done this but this is the result I've seen.

Looking like a good person socially has never been more difficult and embarrassing.

So, what would you choose?

Hello Again

I'm sorry to have left you all so long. It is stupid of me and completely my fault anyway - but anyway, let's persevere. (I guess if you break a routine it's very hard to get back into it). Anyway, I am an AAA student - you can add a B to that if you want to, but it makes it look far less impressive. I study a lot and that is why I am not tending to your wish for updates at the moment - real exams in January!

People are bombing each other. This is wrong because then they all get hurt and so no-one can do anything to stop it. God, can't the world get on peacefully?!

The answer is no. Because people are, always have been and always will be so stupid. War just means that afterwards, there's a lot of rubble to clear and a lot more people in graves - might be good for overpopulation problems, but ethically it's kinda wrong.

Although maybe some extreme fascists deserve it.

Or maybe, nobody deserves it.

Maybe I'll go and bury my head in sand for the next decade and see if the world's improved since then.

But that wouldn't be very productive and would waste a good decade of life.

Now, haven't you got something to do rather than read my totally stupid and random thoughts?

The Week of Little Attendance

Monday Morning. A girl gets up, doing all of those things a 9 year old kid does to get up and go to school. Entering school, she trumps her way through the freezing playground, up the classroom ramp and indoors.

Not many people were around, but she figured, with a sigh, that it was still early and there was plenty of time for that to change.

And when little under half a class were present, the school day began.

(And a heck of a fun one it was too!)

She had little idea 'twas to be the week of little attendance...

The enjoyable activities went on through the week. (she avoided the horrid cut-stick-arty-stuff one afternoon by having a Violin lesson instead, which was far better) The numbers reduced for Tuesday, increased for Wednesday morning but whittled down to Tuesday's figures in the afternoon, and a small trickle of pupils started to appear for Thursday and Friday.

However, the next Monday returned a full class once again and the class remained full to Friday's assembly, where the class percentages were announced.

5AZ - 89%
5BY - 72%

(I made those two up on the spot, however, the true value for our class percentage is showed below.

If you don't want to know the result, look away now!)

5MH - 55%

Related: Eid

A Fiddle Fiasco

From Year 4 to Year 9, I had routine Violin lessons, always with the same teacher, on a Tuesday. The classes, once a good bit of fun and some extra education in Music, later became an excuse to miss half of my most hated subject - Geography. This wasn't even because I wasn't good at it, I had good marks and everything, but it was plainly not what I'd like - it had a lot more to do with people and later, economics, but I'd rather have learnt names of rivers and cities and stuff like that.

One advantage of having Violin lessons, apart from showing a bright spark in lessons while still missing as much as a quarter of them per week, was half a day out of school near the end of each school year to go to a Fiddle Fiesta (which were much more fun than being totally bored out of your skin in a stuffy classroom full of other students who would be disruptive all of the time). These tended to be good fun.

You'd be preparing for a Fiddle Fiesta for some weeks beforehand, getting all your pieces to practice, whether you were first, second, or third violin. In my first Fiddle Fiesta there were two pieces that were fourth violin, which is almost never used. I remember this because I was lazy and didn't want to do the third violin pieces. Me and B, (an old schoolmate from my Junior school who, like me, liked the Goodies, but unlike me, did not know about the Funky Gibbon) did this. But I am seriously going off track now and ought to explain about the Fiasco.

It was Year 7 that this fiasco happened. I had prepared like all of the other students across the town going to a Fiddle Fiesta. I was dead excited about missing Science and English - especially English which was almost unbearable (I realize later that this could be due to an undermining of my talents (they had me a level 4 instead of 5 like I actually was) and a low intolerance of noise (and that class was really noisy!)). I was also excited at going to a new place to do a Fiddle Fiesta - even if Moth didn't really like it that much (That just made me curious).

So it was the day of the Fiesta. I had my violin (which is an awkward thing to be lumbered with, let me tell you!) and there was some extra food in my schoolbag for eating later. I had to make sure I wasn't tempted by it at lunchtime. I ate as always before zooming off.

I zoomed off to a little area in The Quad, near to the front entrance, and milled around there energetically. Excitement brewing. All of that sort of thing.

I saw my Science teacher as I was jumping around. Without any prior experience or common sense, I felt I had to tell her about the Fiesta. So, I did.

Time went exceedingly slowly for the rest of Lunch, and then Registration, but finally, finally it was the end of registration and it was time to go to the Reception desk ready to leave, collecting our violins/violas on the way (they were kept locked in a room in the music corridor).

We waited in the reception area, sitting on the chairs and so on. Waiting, as business occurred between people and things, and a boy saying he didn't want to go. Hearing some of the business, it seemed that there was some issue up. It was something to listen to, and it did not exactly fill me with confidence. Although I had no idea what the heck was going on.

It had been a very very long time in waiting before the receptionist said to us to go back to classes. From what I can tell now, this is what happened: a parent had volunteered to take everyone to the Fiddle Fiesta. He could take us all - had permission and whatnot. Then his son backed out, and didn't want to go. So because of Protection Laws and whatnot, he now couldn't take the rest of us.

Great.

I wasn't exactly ready to go back to class. I had told my Science teacher that I'd not be there, so how could I? She'd have thought I was lying! And everyone else would stare at me for being so late. It would be so embarrassing. Was there any point of going for the last part of the lesson only?

I went and put my violin away, but I was very reluctant to go to science. I stayed in the music room, and it wasn't very long before English. I went, and got some whispers.

And that is the nearest I ever got to disruptive behavior.

Picture

I drew this recently:

I didn't like it very much. There was about the same emphasis on 'I'm weird' as there was on 'Me' and it would be better if there was more emphasis on the 'Me' because that was what I wanted.

That was better, and also had a picture of me in it. And the biggest word was 'me'. It is evidently the focus of the whole thing.

But I wanted more.

There we go!

Update: why did I search 'qwertyuioplkjhgfdsamnbvcxzpoiuytrewq,mnbvcxzsdcfvgbhnbvxvhfhfgbcvx c' on Google?

Update: It's Friday the 13th, so it's my lucky day! :D

And I can navigate Rainbow Road

10 Things to do in Life

There are a lot of things you can do in life. Here are some suggestions of things all people should do.

1. People should read 100 books. This is not hard, unless you're like my brother and are scared of books. These should also be hardback or paperback, and not electronic. The soul of a book is not held in a Kindle.

2. Write a letter. And receive one back, although as this bit is not controlled by you it is pretty hard to make sure that it happens. You could always write in another language to one you're comfortable if you want/have to. Just write one.

3. Write a diary. If you only write in it once a year it doesn't matter, but just write one. No matter whether it's moaning about some lost love of yours, observing what's happening around you without piecing it together, or talking about interesting things that happened today, it always helps to write one sometimes.

4. Be a part of a festival or carnival. No matter how big or small it is, or how big or small your part is, taking part in one is probably good fun and enjoyable all the same. So try to have a go.

5. Own a helium filled balloon with a string attached. They're so fun and if you've got a cat it can be funny too (when the cat tries to get the string). The balloon will bounce on the ceiling.

6. Win something. A race, a competition, as part of a team, whatever. One of the best feelings in the world is the satisfaction of winning something.

7. Lose something. The opposite of number 6. We need to learn to be good losers as well as good winners, and accept that losing is a part of life. It is best to lose as a child to learn how to lose, so child-like adults should be able to do it too.

8. Lose an item. This item ought to be glasses as they're bloody impossible to find again, but any small item will do. This is called experience.

9. Play a game. Whatever you want to play, play it.

10. Live. Do what you want to do. Prosper. Life is not complete if you don't live how you want.

The Overview

So far in my tiny life, some events have happened and some haven't. For example, I have been hyperactive on Refreshers, but I have not yet drowned in a swimming pool. I have been in a swimming pool - two, actually - and I have been in the deep end (freaky!) but I have not yet drowned. That might just be sheer luck, though. Events have happened in my life that I can't remember (like the time I ate slugs a lot!) which happens.

In my little life I have gone through some stages, and I have changed a lot. I didn't come out this lanky (at least, I hope not, that would be shocking, not to mention impossible) or with all of this hair (though it fast grows).

This is my life so far:

I think I've changed a lot, anyway.

Looking back, I'm pretty sure I've changed in character as well. I am not positively evil and/or as idiotic any more, I don't eat everything I find, I have a bit more logic and I realize that not everyone is like me. And that's good.