The Final Week

This is it. Our schooling career ends. 12/13 years comes to a rapid close and many are gearing up for the life ahead. It was the final week of school forever. What did we do to celebrate? Read on.

Most of our classes were pretty much filled with doing absolutely no work. Talking substituted in instead and much to our delight, the teachers themselves didn’t mind it. As you can see, our exam preparation is going quite well!

Thankfully, the SRC made some attempt to bring some life into the last week of school by organising some activities. First up was Guitar Hero – which I didn’t attend, so we’ll talk about the next one which was Teachers vs. Students Dodgeball.

This game was quite cool to watch. While standing on the balcony – I witnessed my friend holding a handycam – videotaping the soon to be memories. It was a huge turnout with people filling the entire balcony which overflowed into the gaming arena. The balls were thrown with force from one side to the other – which saw many participants getting out regularly. Entertaining stuff. However, it was the students who were triumphant. It was a comprehensive victory!

Next up was the water fight. Here, the boys get to act like pansies splashing water around and giggling like little girls. No. This was war. It was Woody’s half vs. Asensio’s half. Whenever its inter-co-ordinator matches – the participants must always take it seriously. Consequently, many students from my class (in Woody’s half), pleaded with the co-ordinator himself to allow them to fill up the water balloons. Their request was indirectly granted – but none of them picked it up. When the message was finally conveyed – nearly all of them bolted out of the room.

The co-ordinator himself did not participate. Instead he was the commander – giving instructions from a far. Some of us in the class followed his lead into leadership positions.

Wednesday arrived. It was officially our last day of school, meaning that it was the last day of classes. On this day we had every single subject – what a way to end! First up was English – which I was unable to attend. In my absence, the class seems to have been given some home-made cake.

Methods was next. We were awarded some muffins (small ones) coupled together with a heartfelt speech on how our teacher had enjoyed teaching us. In return we too delivered a short but sweet speech. Well, it was Abid who spoke. He spoke on behalf of the class.

Chemistry, sorry, I mean dodgeball was next up. This was possibly the last game of dodgeball we may every play. Along with that, it was the battle of the homos. Form pride was at stake. The form who wins has eternal bragging rights, whereas the loser would have to sulk in the corner forever. It was game on! Our opponents, being the weaker ones, hired some goons to play for them – but to no avail. They were comprehensively beaten to pulp. Final score 5-0. It was beyond destruction.

Soccer was next. This game was headed by our Specialist teacher. Those who were interested in playing soccer from other forms joined in the fun. Eventually it turned out to be 12B vs. The Rest. Final Score? 2-2. It was a pity since we were leading 2-0. However, our consolation for the draw was the fact that our opposition as filled with some star soccer players.

Milk Run was on at the break between Chemistry and Specialist. Although, it was fun to watch people barf out coloured milk for a short period of time – the foul smell became overwhelming. When they started to throw milk around – many ran for cover!

Thursday. MUCK UP DAY!

No, no, no. Stop that. Take down the banners, stop the water bombing. Sorry fellas, no muck up day.

Muck up day was to be no more. Well, it isn’t the usual destruction – instead there were some people who did some moving. Kids from my class decided to move a co-ordinator’s desk (well the contents on the desk) was moved down to the Foyar. It was blast!

Others decided to stack chairs in the physics room and put up some nice posters. Well done there guys!

Mr Wood also got his treatment, and I was a cause. My Photoshopping skills came in handy to Photoshop Muqi’s and Sam’s face into doctors’ faces which were eventually made into A4 posters. Many copies (80 copies) were made and stuck all around the co-ordinator’s office.

Soon after 8:30, many people started to sign shirts. This was a fun event – making some funny comments as well as generic comments. However, the biggest fail of the day occurred from one of the smartest kids. While signing the shirt he addressed his personalised comment to Chamath and proceeds to write. Another friend came along and remarked “why are you writing it to Chamath”.  What had happened? He had written on Abid’s shirt. A wave of laughter ensued.

Assembly was next. Many people were enjoying the moment – with a Boy Band (made up of MHS students) and some singing. Speeches were made by the co-ordinators and by students and school captains. One of the many highlights was watching people’s faces in year 9. Krishna was featured with a scary face – which everyone laughed off. So did Hojo, Matt G and Kristijian. When it was Mr Wood’s turn to address us, the ‘Imperial March’ music was played. It was so fitting. After a few more speeches we were dismissed.

More shirts were signed, and it brought a close to our schooling life. The time has come for us to move on.

I hope you guys have enjoyed my posts for a year and a half now. Thank you to the people who have supported this blog. I would also thank my classmates who have not protested their presence in the “Quotes” section. Once again I thank you! I shall continue blogging; hopefully, I will still have the great readership I currently have.

Quotes of the Week

Giacom: Hojo doing med? What is the world coming to?

*After Mr. Wood addresses a serious issue, Kristijian was laughing*
Mr. Wood: You find that funny do you Kristijian?

Muqi: Can we go and fill more water bombs?
Mr. Wood: There is a limited number of taps I reckon
Sam: You can have I person filling and another person tying
Mr. Wood: You would make a great manager on the factory floor

*Kunal gets told he doesn’t receive the prize*
Kunal: Ohh! I just wanted a prize to show my parents. Now I won’t get anything. *depression*
*Later, he is told he won two prizes*

Mr Wood: *reffering to the water games* I will be watching you guys from a long way. A long, long way.

Mr. Wood: Why aren’t you guys participating?
Rumes: We are following in your footsteps
Mr. Wood: It’s the first time you’ve listened to me this year Rumes!

*After soccer, score line being 2-2*
Fanshou: Don’t worry. We won the important game.

Week of Finals

As our time in school wanes (yay!), we approach the lasts of everything. One of those things is the dreaded SACs which apparently have an impact on your study score or whatever. Usually, it is a pain which has to be endured because that is how the world works.

It was only Physics and English remaining, and to make the situation worse, they were on consecutive days. First up was Physics, which was on a Tuesday. It must be noted that Monday does not exist in this week as I was not present – neither were eight other people. Moving on, the SAC itself was a bit of a sour one – as we were strapped for time. This was heavily reflected when we got back our marks. It marks a sour end for a good subject.

Next up was English. This was a dreaded SAC for two reasons. Firstly, as a context piece, you must find a way to write rubbish which together makes some sort of sense. The other reason is that, one must surpass the standards of university literature in order to see a measly A from the teacher. In other words, the teacher is quite an unreasonable hard marker. Setting that aside, we went into the room – celebrating that it was the last SAC (well I was anyway). Additionally, I knew that whatever I write my mark was already determined; hence I wrote what I could.

Thursday was quite an interesting day it seems, simply because at the start of the day – when the bell rang for Form Assembly, there were only 7 people present. Between Form Assembly and first period ten more people arrived. Although this may seem like quite a big number – this was only 17 out of a class of approximately 26. Throughout the day, we moved as a small group to each of the classes – taking with us the joy and excitement that is allowed by the school (which is in fact not that much).

The next day was Friday – this marks the end of the last full school week we will ever have. Just like Thursday, a select few were absent from class. As a result, we only had about 18 people show up. In the midst of all that, one Abid got ridiculed for his stupidity. A scholarship application asked what percentage his guardians and himself contributed for his educational expenses. Under his mother he ticked 50%, under his father he ticked 50% and under himself he ticked 10%. When basic arithmetic was done it was found that there is a 110% contribution. Outraged (in a joking manner), the teacher yelled at him highlighting the stupidity of someone doing Specialist Maths.

That wraps up this week – being the final full week of our schooling career.

Quotes of the Week

Giacom: *Frustrated over a maths question* I put it on my calculator and it looks like my graph.
*Looks at the solution* Oh, its (2-x), not (2-x) squared.
*Looks at his working out* What is that? Oh it’s a piece of rubber.
I hope that doesn’t happen in the exam

Ryan: *to Rumes* What time is it?
Fanshou: Time to get a watch!
Ryan: That is the lamest call
*David points at a clock down the corridor*
Ryan: What is it?
Fanshou: A clock!

Rumes: Kunal is 18 yeah?
Muqi: Yeah he should be.
Muqi: Kunal, are you 18?
Kunal: Nah, I turn 18 the day before the English Exam
Muqi: GG to your life.

Muqi: Have you applied for accommodation for Adelaide
Hojo: It’s a deserted place, as if I won’t get an accommodation. If anything, I can build a tent and live there.

Hojo: Well, now can you un-quote me?

The Last Leg Begins

When we started our life at the school we attended, our principal compared our stay there to running a 400 meter race. At the moment, we sprinting – sprinting the last 25 meters of the race. So, are people actually sprinting academically?

First day back, many people enlightened by the fact that there were only 14 days left of their school lives. Others were miserable that the school days have returned. In any case, many decided that our classes were licenses to just bludge. Throughout the whole day, even those who were intending on doing many practise exams to make up for their shortfall during the two week holidays, engaged themselves in gossip. Yes. That’s right. Even guys gossip.

While this eased on the second day, as we had to do some work, many found the fact that we were blessed with three free periods too much of a opportunity to pass up. Some were planning muck up day antics which now are quite spoilt because we need to get it approved before we are able to do it.

This trend continued in chemistry – where we were instructed to do a practical task. What did the boys do? They coalesced into a deformed circle and started chatting about university applications and courses. As soon as the teacher walked past, the group dispersed in an unsuspicious manner. Well, at least the teachers now know that unassessed work will not be taken seriously. A physics test was to ruin the party. Many were displeased at the fact that they had to do a test on a week where it was thought that no such work was required.

Friday. It was like any other day in the week. It was the usual bludging and planning for teacher’s presents and muck up day. Nothing too flash.

That was a speedy outline of the week – very analogous to the sprinting we are required to do. I hope you have enjoyed reading such a boring summary – but hey, let’s face it – it is school after all!

Quotes of the Week:

Mr Wood: If you have an idea for muck up week, then you should talk to your student leaders, they would be your first resort. If you think it is a silly idea, or they think it is, you can come and talk to us and we can tell you what to do. If you think it is a very stupid idea, you can come to talk to us and we can give you the Exit Form earlier than most people.

Mr Baylis: I want more bass in your singing
Muqi: We aren’t speakers!

Muqi: When I realised that it was daylight savings, I was like oh no, we are one hour closer to the English exam
Tej: You are a faggot!

Luka: How did someone who wrote 7 bullet points get 2 and I got 3?
Muqi: There are no marking discrepancies

*Mr Sarbinowsky stares at Muqi for eating inside*
*Muqi, leaves immediately*
Tej: He’s trouble sir, he is going to cause a lot of trouble
Mr Sarbinowsky: Yes, he is trouble!

Unknown: Everyone was expecting Vibs to get 99.95 as soon as he walked into the school
Rumes: Yeah, so, he still did good – he got 99.8
Chamath: Nah, its shit! *jokingly of course*

Muqi: *to unknown* So you’re going to take Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday off?
Tej: Are you coming to school on Saturday and Sunday Muqi?
Muqi: Thanks Tej *sarcastically*

A Week In the “Holidays”

As the title suggests, school students all around the state and possibly the country are enjoying their two week break (or three weeks if you are a private school student [la ti da]). But the question is, why are there quotation marks around the word Holidays? Did you notice them? Do they have a hidden meaning?

Well, in fact the quotation marks do have a hidden meaning. Well, if you are an Year 12 student you would know what is coming. While we are eluded into believing that these are holidays – the reality is that these aren’t in fact holidays – but rather working vacations or “Study WithOut Any Teachers VACations”, abbreviated to SWOTVAC. Whose reality is this in? Year 12s reality. How depressing.

Consequently, we are expected to finish off a massive load of work. This includes two mammoth exam packs for each of the two maths, and other exam packs (smaller, but still quite as difficult) for the other subjects. All this in two weeks. Possible? No.

To add to the misery, the dreaded UMAT scores were to be released. However, instead of releasing it peacefully, ACER thought it would be fun to toy with the students who sat for it by not telling exactly when they would release it. As expected, many people were frustrated and started speculating when it was going to be released.

We all knew it would be this week. But when? That’s when the speculation started. Many people, gathering statistics from previous years calculated it to be on the 22^nd of September. Now, I found that rather amusing because that happened to be a special day for me. Disbelievingly, I set out to calculate the dates for myself. I found that the probability of the results being released was centred around Wednesday and Thursday.

However, those predications did not calm any body’s nervous system. Since many people were convinced that the release date was to be 22 September at 10 am, many eagerly waiting, shivering at the prospect of the results being released.

9:59 am. Gasps. Worried Faces. ACER WebPages.

10:00 am. The results weren’t there.

It was a grave disappointment. Many were fooled. Many were depressed.

The next day, people waited once more at 10 am. Nothing once again. More exasperation. Effigies of ACER were being burnt all across the state.

However, there was a word that the usual release time was at 11 am. Being the curious and nervous person that I am, I had the webpage on my screen floating at 11am. There were no results at all, only the usual message “Results will be released in late September” appeared. Celebrating the fact that the results won’t be released for another 24 hours, I started to other work in a relaxed mood. Ten minutes later, laughing with delight, I refreshed the UMAT results page.

To my deep horror, the results appeared. In shock and disbelief, I pinched myself many times to check that I wasn’t dreaming. I then proceeded to metaphorically take the plunge…

That was the week that was. The week of the “holidays”

Week of Trials

It was the last week of term. It is a week which brings hope to those who look to the holidays as a time of peace. However, this time it was marred with trial exams. Not one, not two, not even three – but seven consecutive exams in five days. That is over an exam a day!

It all started with English. It was a subject which was feared by all – especially due to the ruthless marking scheme and the three hours which had to be beared. In this unforgiving exam, many, unable to handle the pressure, sought to use the bathroom. Throughout the 3 hour exam, countless people – nearly the entire class, had visited the bathroom on at least one occasion. This prompted the teacher to state that students should go to the bathroom before a three our exam, instead of during it. After the write-a-thon was complete, many people found that they had no feeling in their writing arm. It was as if they only had one arm.

That was only the beginning.

Next up was Specialist. This was a broken up 3 hour exam – adding to the trauma of the previous day. Here we had to endure a one hour tech-free exam followed by a gruelling two hour tech-active one. When the tech-free exam approached – people were quite energetic – and were prepared to give it their best. That attitude all changed for the tech-active. Here the worst had happened. Energy levels were below “ground state” (those who do not do physics or chemistry too bad), expectations were lowest since the chemistry mid-year exam and ‘ceebs-ness’ was at an all time high. Consequently, as the clock grudgingly ticked by, working through the 30 page booklet became increasingly difficult. The resistance exponentially increased to a level where it was comparable to trying to make your way through the aisles of a Connex train in the morning. Once the two hours was up, people rose with a sense of disappointment, unable to bear the fact that they had failed in conquering the unconquerable – Specialist Mathematics.

Chemistry was the next subject. While it brought back the horrors of the mid-year exam, it had an edge of Specialist purely because it was only one and a half hours long. Once inside, people settled down and started work. Working through the exam wasn’t too bad until we reached “biofuels”. It was at this point where everyone started to ask what a biofuel was. It was an area that was overlooked by all – and now we are paying the price for this ignorance. However, it all turned around when people realised that practically no-one knew or cared, hence, they were happy in knowing that they weren’t alone.

Methods proved to be a great exam to just “try your best” without studying. Most people, exhausted by the pressures of mere trial exams, just could not be bothered enough to study for Methods. This was compounded with the long held belief that Methods was just a minor subject which can be easily done with one’s eyes closed. However, as I have found, it is very easy to make mistakes.

Physics was the last subject and hence brought a sense of relief and joy to all students sitting it. Here we could see the darkness that awaited us – yet we thought of it as light. The darkness is the fact that we still have a long road to drive through in preparation for the exam – the light was that we do not need to attend school for two weeks. Once in the exam people were scribbling away – thinking that the faster they write the faster time will pass. They were wrong. But, after a long one and a half hours, everyone scrambled out the doors and blissfully grabbed the bags and ran to the nearest public transportation stop.

That concludes this week, and it also concludes this term – which happens to be the last full school term we will ever have.

Quotes of the Week

Muqi: My thumb will never be the same again after today

Chamath: My thumb will never be the same again after today

Kunal: I forgot everything in spesh
Everyone: Hahahaha! Nice joke

Ms Carroll: I don’t want to do these [statements] in the holidays
Abid: Because you’re going to Queensland
Ms Carroll: I’m not actually, strange things was that my boyfriend’s relative had died, so he’s gone back to the UK
Abid: I suppose that’s good for us.

Gurpreet: Man, you know that question where the chick was running away from the dogs, she shouldn’t have escaped. I wanted her to be cut up. ‘Sif escape by 3 seconds!

Mr Wood: I think the boss has lost them, because I didn’t get as many as I should have, and I don’t have yours
Muqi: Unn-luckyy
Rumes: Shut the hell up
*Mr Wood stares at Muqi*
*Muqi backs away from the room and hides behind a wall*
Mr Wood: *to Rumes* Good response. He deserved at least that

*Chamath passes an insulting comment to Muqi*
*Delay of 5 second*
*Muqi sends a response*

Week of SACs

It is fair to say that those who passed through this week (all of our class except for Kunal who wagged the Specialist SAC) deserve a round of applause as we were all bombarded with SACs – left, right and centre.

Monday was a calm day – one could relate it to the saying “calm before the storm” – as that is exactly what it was. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday were the three days of hell that was endured. Friday, we earned a much needed day for relaxation. So let’s begin!

While trying to solve the dilemma of the Year 10 to 11 transition program, Mr Wood interacted with the class by complaining how stupid the arrangement was. He argued that there is an imbalance when you have 6 periods of sex education and only 3 periods in life skills (or something like that). Additionally, he included that when this program was done last year, and a survey was taken, the most popular program was a talk from a guest followed by his program. Incidentally, it turns out that more Year 11s of that year preferred Mr Wood’s program than Year 10s preferring sex education. Consequently, he concluded that he was more popular than sex. You may wonder how such a comparison can be made over two different year levels. His response? “I can do whatever I want, I’m more popular than sex. I can twist and mould statistics the way I like it.”

For English, we had the chance to use MacBooks. These tiny laptops proved to be a huge problem in the initial setup whereby some of them didn’t connect to the school network and others didn’t comply with the projector. Furthermore, people found it extremely difficult to adapt to the senseless operating system design which had only one mouse button (the left button on windows computers) and a dock filled with application icons which hinder your capabilities to multi-task with other programs. Overall, our teacher summed up our experience with them by stating that it was a “mitigated disaster”.

Chemistry and Physics dominated day 1 of the three days of torture. Consequently, most people only focused those two. These science subjects, most people were confident so it didn’t really bother them so much, until some drastic news came to light. People who did the physics SAC in the first two periods found it terribly difficult and passed the news on. This sent a shockwave – a wave a panic throughout the physics students.

Methods was on the next day. Since the SAC was at the end of the day, most people converted all their other periods into Methods revision. This went well until we were introduced to computers. Here most people engaged into Wiki-Racing, ENTER score predictions and other weird stuff. When the Methods SAC approached, we all realised the grave mistake of wasting our periods.

Specialist followed. In a drastic turnaround, we were informed that since this is the last sac by Dr. G, the co-ordinator of Specialist, it was going to be extremely hard. Most people buried their heads into their arms realising the struggle they were going to have to deal with at the test table. As the SAC loomed over us, we all began to cower in fear – fear of not being able to do the SAC let alone get a decent mark. Once the SAC was completed – everyone forgot about it being hard and let a sigh of relief that such a pain would never be imparted on them.

At the moment, many are joyous (including me) at the fact that we do not need to deal with Specalist, Methods and Chemistry SACs any more for the rest of our lives.

In between all this, Abid copped a lot of slack from Mr Wood for being involved in Exo Week. Why you ask. Well, it involved cooking sausages and making fairy flosses etc, and it happens to be that Abid is also on Ramadan. Hence, Mr Wood found it appropriate to address him as a “starving Muslim” claiming full and well that it was not racist.

To add to the humour, Marcus wandered into our double Methods class to see Ryan – which ended in disaster for him. He was carrying a bag of popcorn, and was wearing a non-school uniform hoodie over his school uniform. It was a day where we could wear casual dress, but that only worsened the situation. When Mr Wood claimed that he did not respect anyone wearing a hoodie – Macrus took his off. Interestingly, the teacher questioned if he paid for wearing casual – which it turns out he didn’t. Consquently, Mr Wood gave this poor student a “detention” and confiscated his popcorn – which ended up being shared with the class.

That wraps up this week, a week which many were grateful to get over.

Quotes of the Week:

Mr Wood: Er… You guys have two SACs coming up so shouldn’t you be working instead of stuffing around?
Sam: It’s methods…
Muqi: Make him wash your car
Mr Wood: No, no need for that, we’ll see when the marks come back *grins*

Ryan: I need to take a sheet out of my locker
Fanshou: Are you going to take a shit in your locker??

Mr Blomley: Maybe you might have done some work, but I have not seen you do any. Maybe you can go to the back and twiddle your thumbs
Tien: Yeah, he’s distracting us
Muqi: =O, What a rat!!

Mr Wood: Does your referee know that you put his subject as your least favourite?
Muqi: Err… *turns to Rumes* What did you put?
Rumes: Accounting and um… Spesh. I was going to put Methods but then I realised that my co-ordinator was my Methods teacher.
Mr Wood: Hahaha

*Mr Wood reading out our Year 10 ranks – Luka got a rank “p”, where p is a positive integer.*
Mr Wood: Tien you got “a rank less than p”
Luka: Yusss *loudly*
Mr Wood: Woah, what a way to hold a 2 year grudge. Let’s look at last year’s rank
Mr Wood: With a rank of “q” Luka, Tien you got “q+1”
*Entire class laughs at Luka*

Dr G: *heresay* Since this my last SAC here, I want to go out on a Bang. I actually want people to fail this SAC.

Malanka: I’m cool, coz I’m black

*Abid is fasting because of Ramadan*
Luka: You’re running around now, but you couldn’t run cross country
Abid: Shh, Shut up!

Week of Muqi Moments

This week’s focus was chemistry. Why? You ask. Well, it was this week that featured not one but two Chemistry SACs one after the other on the same day. To add injury to insult, we also had a practical task the day before.

To make light of the grave situation, a couple of students decided they would attempt a feat never achieved by anyone before. They were to place as many wooden pegs on one kid’s blazer as possible without him realising it. These wooden pegs were the ones which were used to hold test tubes over the Bunsen burner. The victim? Muqi.

Ryan and his co-conspirator’s stealth ensured a success as they were able to mount 8 pegs to hang off his blazer without him noticing. When the entire class was notified of this feat – in a secret manner such that the victim would not obtain the knowledge, all chuckled and proceeded to take photographs with their primitive camera phones. However, Muqi was unaware of this. He walked around the room oblivious of the fact that he was being ridiculed. Eventually a party pooper by the name of Krishna explicitly told Muqi to “sit down”, which brought about the epiphany moment and realised what had happened. For the rest of the lesson, Muqi sought revenge for such ridicule but failed in the process.

This prank packed a punch of excitement which carried us up until the fleeting moments just before the SAC when we realised that we hadn’t really prepared well enough. In any case, we worked through it grudgingly and emerged battered and bruised.

Next up is another highlight of Muqi’s ignorance of the world around him. We were situated in the computer room for English. Since he was an eager student, Muqi had opened up the document he was going to work on for that period. However, the sneaky Tej had pulled out the mouse and keyboard cords from the computer. As a result none of Muqi’s commands on the keyboard or mouse movements registered on the computer. Puzzled and shocked, he attempted to switch of the computer so he can restart – by pressing the power button. However, that resulted in a freeze program and a prompt came up on the screen asking Muqi if he wanted to end the program. Since this required the use of the mouse, he was unable to shut of the computer either. After a while pondering frantically on what to do, he discovered what had happened. Life went on as normal.

Cross country was upon us. My house, Waterloo was going for a 7^th straight win, and also a 5 year in a row win of the entire house competition. Everyone except a couple of Muslims attended – they had Ramadan and were excused with no further questions. However, our co-ordinator suggested that there will be a separate Muslim race at 6.30, which it seems Muqi was the sole attendant – and hence was crowned champion of cross country of the Muslim community. He won by default – just like Sam won form captaincy by default two years ago! After panting across the finish line, Chamath and I had realised that we had made a 110 place improvement from last year (from mid-300 to 210). It was a specatular finish to the last house competition of our lives, and what made it more special was my house’s victory once again. Throughout the four years I have been there, Waterloo had won.

To end the week, two immature kids by the name of Abid and Ryan decided to concentrate on hitting each other by throwing pencils. This mini-fight was resolved by colouring each other’s ear using a green highlighter.

That concludes this week. Here are some quotes gathered for you at other’s expense.

Quotes of the Week:

Tom: Sam’s reality of fun is to torture people
Sam: Stop making generalisations about me
Raymond: That’s not really generalising

Sub Teacher: Your teacher, Ms Carroll…
Tej: Who?
*silence*
Fanshou: That was stupid Tej

Sub Teacher: Let’s try this again for the third time
Fanshou: Disappointing …
Sub Teacher: If I have to address you again, I will ask you to go outside
…
*Books fall on the floor*
Tej: *at Fanshou* Why’d you do that for?
Sub Teacher: *at Fanshou* Would you kindly step outside please

*Chinese whispers about Abid being gay*
*Tien gets the message*
Tien: *loudly* Abid is gay
Sub Teacher: What? What is the problem?
Fanshou: This paragraph is pretty funny

Tej: Why is Richard called Dick?
Sub Teacher: It’s just a nickname, Google it.

Mr Vincent: You have two ears
Tej: What??
Mr Vincent: Well, I have two ears, I don’t know about you. Why do we have two ears?
Kunal: So we can locate the sound source
Mr Vincent: That’s right. So when I hear rumbling in the class I can say it comes from here *points at Fanshou*

Ms Carroll: Your life will not be as interesting to your neighbour as it is to you. Sorry Kunal, was that piece about your life?
Tej: What life?

Kunal: Sir, Can we put you as a referee?
Mr Wood: Yeah, you just have to trust in what I say *grins*

Week of Noise [Part 2]

In the last English lesson of the week, we were made to walk around the school with a chair to find a spot in which we had to write with an emotion. The catch was that we were not to be near another person in our class. However, this simple instruction was too much for some people – as five people bunched up near the coordinator’s office. Upon returning, a rat by the name of Luka, revealed the breach of instructions – to which the teacher was very disappointed. Now came the fun part, we all had to exchange the “essays” we wrote in that brief period with each other. Upon wasting a couple of minutes on this task, the teacher wanted to hear some “good” ones. The first one was Michael’s which in all fairness was very good. The next one was beyond comprehension (see Quotes of the Week).

To end the week, we had VTAC briefings. This seminar was very late – especially when the majority of the people had already submitted their applications. In any case, we all listened intently – well for the first couple of minutes while the presenter droned on about the different procedures and all that. Near the end of the presentation, our Methods teacher arrived. This brought a smile to many of my peer’s faces. It seems that he had found a quick and easy way of distributing booklets – just chuck them. Most hit the intended target except for two people – Luka and Tej. They were intentionally missed. He threw one near his feet and the other towards the door (behind him). For those who know the T29 auditorium, it is a fair distance to miss the subject by.

That is it for the week. Well done for those who have managed to read the entire post. As a reward you may continue reading the Quotes of the Week, which hopefully will provide laughs and giggles.

Quotes of the Week:

Mr. Sarbonowski: You cannot change the conditions …
*Tej talking to neighbour*
Mr. Sarbonowski: So Tej, does the conditions change for the galvanic cells
Tej: Yes
Mr. Sarbonowski: No…

Rumes: Muqi will get a 50 in English yeah?
Muqi: Yeah, in my dreams
Rumes: Even in my dreams I don’t get a 50 for English
Tej: Yeah, I dream of getting a 35
Rumes: Haha, same

Ed: I would like to nominate this piece
Ms. Carroll: Okay, whose is it?
Ed: Err… I don’t know
Ms. Carroll: Read it anyway
*As Ed reads it Muqi corrects 2 of the words*
Unknown: It’s Muqi’s piece
Muqi: What?? Mine is right here
*We find out that it was Sam’s piece*
*We also find that the piece was quite fondly and nostalgic*
Ms. Carroll: What mood is it describing guys?
Class: Fondly, Nostalgic
Ms. Carroll: Yeah
Ryan: Disaffection!
Ms. Carroll: What? Who said Disaffection?!!
Ed: Yeah, it’s under disaffection
Ms. Carroll: WHAT!?
*Class erupts in laughter*

Ms. Carroll: Who else wrote disaffection
*David puts his hand up*
Ms. Carroll: Yep, read yours
David: … in this glory hole..
Ms. Carroll: Glory Hole?!?

Abid: I don’t want to say it, but one of the themes was Drewe’s sexual knowledge
Tien: Ohh, Abid…
Ms. Carroll: Tien! Wake Up!
Ms. Carroll: That probably woke him up!

Kunal: She gives me the same mark but changes the ticks around
Mr. Wood: Don’t just talk about her; all the English teachers are like that. They don’t read the essay at all; they just tick the boxes and give a mark. What you do is you write the world’s best essay as your first one and get an A+, and then you are set for the rest of the year.

Soundhouse Guy: Where should I place my finger so that the guitar is able to continue a standing a wave as shown on the diagram. It is about here… *points at George* Yep
George M: Yeah, I was just going to say that the point is not really exact…
Soundhouse Guy: Actually, it is exact *plucks the string – and sound is heard*

Week of Noise [Part 1]

It all started with a physics test, to which many people moaned and groaned. After some attempted negotiation with the teacher, all the students settled down to their dismal fate. After the test, people were unhappy, but decided to put it aside in light for the rest of the day.

The double English lesson that followed was centred around a 1.5 hour presentation on the film text we were studying. It was also the returning of our practise essays. In this lesson we found out that it brings great enjoyment and happiness to teachers when they hand out low graded work. This notion was keenly demonstrated by our English teacher who chuckled when she handed back the essay which was marked 4/10. The recipient did not understand the joke at all. For the rest of the lesson, discussions were dominated by one George M, and Shan. They were keen to demonstrate their clear understanding of the film to the rest of the class – and did so with flying colours.

Judgement day had arrived. It was a day where students had to bear SACs at its worst – the English SAC. Consequently, the student body (or the nerd component of it) had declared it to be an English preparation day (as the SAC was at the end of the day). While in most subjects, we were able to sneak a bit of English into the class to work on, the Methods class was too entertaining to pass up for a mere English SAC. Here we saw an analysis of the wagging pattern of a key student in the class – Kunal. Being a Year 12 coordinator, he was able to deduce that Kunal always had a cough before exams, SACs and UMAT. All attempts by Kunal to show that his absence the day before was legitimate were dismissed. However, the barrage of attacks did not stop there. Oh no! It is well known that in a couple of week’s time, there is a week where four SACs have been scheduled. Many believe it is a conspiracy to entertain the teachers at the student’s expense – I happen to be one of them. Getting back to the point, Mr Wood (the Methods teacher) suggested that Kunal was going to wag the Monday of that week, followed by absences for the first half of the day for the next two days and then being absent on the last day of the week for recovery. Consequently, this plan has Kunal only attending the SACs, and subsequently emulating his previous attendance patterns.

Next up on the agenda was the English SAC itself. Here, many of us were packed into the round rooms. This massive room occupied too many people, no real ventilation and the table sizes were abysmal. Nonetheless, we grudgingly did the SAC. To add insult to injury, half way through the SAC, a loud, distracting, disturbing, off-putting, thunderous, ear-splitting, annoying, exasperating, bothersome noise emitted from the back of the room (or thereabouts). Consequently, it annihilated all thought process of the students near the back. The supervising teacher went to investigate the noise; however, he went to the front of the room (on the opposite side of the damned room). When he returned, unable to find the cause of the irritating noise, he sat back down smiling. After wasting a couple of minutes silently venting anger, most students attempted to finish their essay.

Thursday, featured the Soundhouse field trip. Other than that it was a fairly ordinary day whereby we did absolutely nothing. Once we arrived at the Soundhouse, we were seated in a studio room. Here we were lectured on VCE physics and how speakers and microphones and car stereos operate. In the middle of these discussions, we were allowed to have 20 second experiments with the equipment around the room. This just consisted of testing our hearing for various frequencies of sound and recording our voices. Our biggest fun of the day came about when recording our own voices. It was found that Muqi’s voice is the sound of death – this complemented his nature. My voice wasn’t that great either – but I should be thankful that if someone ever records my voice – people hearing the replay need not think that it is a message from the “Grim Reaper”.

150 Up!

While I am on this posting spree, I would like to highlight that this very post is the 150th one I have done. I’ll keep this post short, as I am tired and don’t really have anything much to say. I hope that in the future, I am able to make this blog better and more interactive and I hope that you will all keep reading and commenting.

Thank You