Exam invigilators

You know what people piss me off? Exam invigilators.

Obviously, one reason why I don’t like them is because I associate them with exams- which are shit.

Another thing which annoys me: their clothes. Why? Well, many of them wear casual clothes because it is supposed to make us feel comfortable. How the fuck I am supposed to feel comfortable when there is a man wearing a battered tracksuit, presumably on offer from Sports Direct, with the “well-known” brand ‘fadidas’ on them? Exactly.

Another thing which I despise about them is how they are totally unreliable. Usually, they stand around, ears pricked, waiting for a piece of apparatus to fall onto the floor like vultures descending upon a carcass. However, what has happened to me before is this: I reach for my water bottle, my elbow slamming my protractor of my desk, sending it flying halfway to fucking Australia. I glance at the invigilator, attempting to get their attention, but no; they stand there with their eyes glazing over, glancing at the clock as a constant reminder of my time diminishing. Clearly, this invigilator has no idea what they are doing, so I take matters into my own hands: leaning off my chair, I reach out to grab the protractor, my fingers almost reaching it, but at the same time, somebody’s shoe. What does the invigilator do? That’s right, they happily trot over to me in their squeaky trainers, all the while giving me a horrendously brutal stare. They shoo my hand away, pick up the protractor, and spin their heads around like bloody Regan MacNeil, looking down at me in a patronizing manner as they say: “Next time, tell me

Fuck off, I tried alerting you as best as I could (being too awkward to put my hand up for someone to pick something up for me), so how about this, next time you do your laundry, feel free to have a little taste of bleach.

Thanks for reading! 🙂

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SLAM Poetry- Dementia

Here is a piece of SLAM Poetry I wrote a year ago for an English class. I got the best marks in the class for it, and yes, it is exaggerated for dramatic effect. The grammar in this piece may not be the best, but remember that this was a spoken piece, so none of that matters. We had to choose from certain starters, and I chose “Life is like a…”

Life is like a whiteboard.

No, scratch that,

The human brain is like a whiteboard.

 

Anything can be written on it,

Eternally imprinted on the mind.

However, if the wrong pen is used,

It can leave a scar.

 

The human brain is like a whiteboard,

Anything can be written on it,

But can be erased just as easily.

 

One wipe and the whiteboard goes blank.

One wipe and all is gone.

One slow, harrowing wipe from dementia.

 

Suddenly it’s strangers sat beside your hospital bed,

No visits from friends or family.

Strangers holding your hand, day in, day out,

telling of nice things.

Strangers, who hear the final, loud drone from the life machine.

 

So that was my SLAM Poetry piece. I think tomorrow I will post another thing I wrote a while ago too. Donate to DementiaUK here: https://www.dementiauk.org/

Thanks for reading 🙂

My thoughts on the English school system

As I head into my exams, it got me thinking: “Why?”

*Let me give you some context first. I am talking about English GCSEs. In year nine, we choose some subjects we want to study. However, some of these are compulsory- English, basic sciences, and maths. That’s about all the context you’ll need.*

Well, of course they are useful, but I see many problems within the current school system. Let’s start at my least favourite subject- maths. Firstly, I am terrible at maths, alongside many others around me. I understand the use of basic maths in jobs, but I see no reason why we need to know Pythagoras or how to calculate the angles in a polygon based on the exterior angles. This is why I think that maths should become a choice, because really, unless you plan to go into a job which heavily involves complicated maths without the use of calculators or other things, you shouldn’t have to take it. I think maths (and possibly English too) should be split into two, basic and further. Basic mathematics would involve simple sums, and other relatively simple maths, whereas further maths would be all of the complex things for specific jobs.

I’m not going to go into other rantings on school based upon things such as what topics the school prioritizes, because many videos have already stated most of my points, you can find them here: https://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwiQlfS63-XTAhXBBcAKHTkxBycQ3ywIKDAA&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DdqTTojTija8&usg=AFQjCNFVukS-RG9RK2HBCNLtFiStEXipHw&sig2=jEpNmCo6O-rBIVDVEiW5dA and here: https://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=2&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwjsrurL3-XTAhUEKcAKHc9PAYkQtwIIKTAB&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D8xe6nLVXEC0&usg=AFQjCNGR0Z8CI01i_SgEmYBCDGybklMw-A&sig2=lysuXVrRmSAghhCkZ_nRjQ

I have my Drama exam tomorrow, so I might not be able to post again then. Thanks for reading! 🙂

 

Positivity

The last post was quite depressing, so I figure that now I should write something which is a bit more positive- positivity!

I think that positivity is the key to success. Not intelligence, not charisma, not looks, but positivity. The power to remain optimistic through the worst of times is a great power, and one that’ll aid you throughout every stage of life. A positive mindset will get you very far. For example, rather than playing back the events of that job interview you know you messed up on, think about what you did wrong, pinpoint those areas, and hold your head up high as you move on to whatever you’ll try next.

Think about it, negativity makes you negative. Seems like a given, and it is, but that also means that positivity makes you positive. Does this make no sense? Possibly, but the point is that being negative will make you feel negative, resulting in an endless spiral which only leads down.

So really, stay positive through everything, and good things will come to you! 🙂

Age is a restriction

This is my first blog post, and it is going to be quite deep. I started this blog just today, because of immense boredom. Now, while I was thinking about why I was bored, I came across a plethora of reasons. I will be writing about just one of these reasons today: age.

Why age? Well, as you get older, you get more responsibility, so you can do more things. As children, we always get told to try new things, see the World, and enjoy life overall. However, I live in a small town, and there isn’t much going on around me. Where does age fit into this? Age stops us from doing any of the things listed above. You want to get a train and go to that concert? Nope, you can’t be trusted. This same thing applies to almost everything.

So here I am, wasting away my life doing nothing, simply because of a number. People tell me to make the most of my youth, but how can I do so when the same people saying that, are the same people oppressing me? I suppose I will continue to waste my life this same way until I can finally get out of this dull and dreary town, and into a much more fruitful, and vibrant area.