Yet again, he acts an idiot

Well, I've had an interesting day to say the least. As y'all know, I still apparently can't do gym, so I asked Mr Davies if I could go to the Computer Room instead, to catch up on work. I couldn't find Mr Wicks to ask him if I could go in there, but I thought that since Mr Davies said it's okay, that I was allowed in. So I sat down, logged in, opened my work.

At which point, Mrs Mathias walks in with her troupe of sixth formers. The conversation went a little like this (translated, because I can't be bothered to type in Welsh):
"Oi, what're you doing in the corner over there?"
"Doing Welsh work."
"Why are you in here, then?"
"I can't do gym because of my leg, so I came here to do work instead."
"Who said you can come here? You do know that you can't come in here without a teacher's permission."
"Well I couldn't find Mr Wicks, but Mr Davies said that I can come in here to do work."
"Hm. What's your name?"
"Scott Jones."
"Okay, carry on then."

But she said the last sentence in an evil way, and she kept on giving me evils all through the lesson.

After that was break, where Doc Mog found it necessary to talk to us about chemistry, plastic, and revision. Then I went to Welsh, and we were doing stuff about poems. It was super interesting. Yeah, okay. I gave my Ymsons in though! Yay! And she said "Fab." when I told her that I've finally finished the last one. She read over it and checked the language, and then said that it's good. So that was a good thing.

Then came dinner time, which was interesting. I think it's best that you don't ask. Haha, it's a long story. But art came afterwards, and you all know how much I love art. If you read my previous post, you'll know that we had to give in 5 pages of research on the locality. I didn't do it, because I thought revising to be more constructive than taking a photo of a street sign with a camera I don't have.

I wasn't the only one not to do the homework - only three people in the whole class gave it in. Mr West being Mr West collected people's homework diaries, and gave us all code 4s. I'm not bothered by that, because, well, who cares about code 4s? He gave everyone's homework diaries back to them, apart from three of us. Me, Tad, and Bethan G (in that order because it rhymes). He didn't give ours back because they were, in his words, "messy and in shambles," and it's "unacceptable" so he's taking our diaries to Mr Davies Head-of-Year.

Now this is odd. Because in my report from last year, Mr Webb said that my homework diary has always been, "neat and organised". His words, not mine. Bearing in mind that he's been my reg teacher since year 7, so he's known me for nearly five years, and he's checked my homework diary nearly every week.

Not only that, but my homework diary has only got homework written in it, and a sheet of paper that was given to us by Mr West to help us with the homework. So how it's messy, I don't bloody know. And I'm sure there are plenty of people in our class with messier homework diaries than us. Hmph.

I wouldn't mind so much, if he'd actually given my homework diary back to me after taking it to Mr Davies. But did he? No.

Another thing; the homework diaries are for us to use, read, and write things in, not the teachers. Fair enough, they can write comments and crap, but it's for our use. We are the ones who need to keep track of homework, so what does it matter if it doesn't make sense to a teacher if it makes perfect sense to the person to whom it belongs? Exactly.

Ah well, if I don't get my diary back tomorrow, I'm going to get rather-very-quite angry. Like a butterfly. Rawr.

On a lighter note, I watched Shark Tale on the bus on the way home from school. It was funny, because loads of people didn't like it. Gutting for them then, eh?

Also, Heroes is on tonight. I've seen it, and it's really good. I suggest you watch it tonight.

Ciao!
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