Today I got to school later than usual at quarter to eight. I thought “Hey! I have time to see my friends before I have to go line up grade 1s!”

I go round to the field sure enough there everyone is.

Not two minutes in I here.

“HEY!! DID YOU SEE THAT”-unknown voice

Maybe it’s a trait that you learn when you become a prefect but you here this sort of thing and it always ALWAYS leads you to trouble.

I check where the voice is coming from and see where all the whispers are directed. I go towards the scene and see that there are prefects there (doing nothing by the way) I here from voices that someone knocked down a beehive and THEN got younger children to throw stones at it with him.

Before I even get to the scene I see the bees and literally turn around, go straight against the crowd. I use my amazing ability to walk REALLY REALLY fast without actually running. I get to the staff room and ask for Mrs CF. I explained that if I didn’t think it was necessary for her to come then I wouldn’t have asked but that there are plenty of children who are allergic and that children were being foolish and could easily stung. Mrs CF jogged while I kept pace with my ‘freak walking’. We got there and she did what the prefects couldn’t. Kept the children out of harms way.

I found out that the idiot who knocked over the bee hive was a grade 7!!! But wait it gets worse. He took his tennis racket and that he hit it off the tree and got grade 4s to throw stones at the bees. I don’t know if anything in his brain started sending off signals like “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?!” “STOP NOW QUICKLY BEFORE SOMEONE GETS HURT!!!!”.

I feel I did the right thing seeing as the prefects obviously did not have it under control.

Just while I’m ranting. This one prefect that I have never liked but have tried so sooooo patiently to try and get along with who is also a huge attention seeking hyprecondriact goes practically through the bees to tell me how stupid she thinks this boy is for knocking the beehive down because of people like her who are ‘allergic to bees’.

Hey, I’m not saying she isn’t. But I’m also saying that I don’t care because this is also the girl who believes that she doesn’t have to bring an asthma pump even though she ‘suffers terribly’ from asthma. So one day I’m going to save her life with my pump you know.

But I am not worried the rest of the day was pretty good I guess.

The Ruler has never made a live presentation ever. He has always pre-prepared his speeches and then records it. Always the same. There is a picture of our flag but never his face. Us commoners shouldn’t be trusted with the knowledge of his facial features. We usually here his voice over the radio so it wouldn’t matter anyway. But it makes it all suspicious. The voice is always the same and sometimes I wonder if it’s really him. But you get disposed of if you think like that.

Sky and I have caught the bus as usual. Not many of the children can afford someone to take them to school. Our school uniform is the same as everyone else’s in the whole continent. Grey skirt and white blouse. The only problem is that by the time it’s handed down to the next child the shirt is more grey and the skirt is black from dirt. At school we learn Mathematics, English, French, Spanish, History and Life Sciences. History always causes a row in our house because apparently it’s completely incorrect. They only teach us about wars and how bad the past was. It’s a futile attempt to make us believe that now is better than then. Which couldn’t be true because people die everyday, all hours of the day. Life Science is supposed to teach us all about what we’ll need to know when we leave school. This subject is a complete joke to me. They teach us how to handle a baby, cook and work a job at the same time. They’ve taught us how to clean a whole house in an hour and a half. It’s aggravating. It’s like all we’re good for is babies, cleaning the house and cooking. It’s pathetic that they would believe that I am going to sit back and live a stupid life at home. I’m going to go out and make a difference in the world.

In Life Science we were all asked what we wanted to be when we grew up. My answer, written in black ink was

THE RULER

My parents received numerous letters. It was a bit traumatic them. But I am not going to sit back while people die in un-noble ways. Not only is it sad, traumatic and mean but it’s wrong. When I grow up I’m going to make a difference…

Don’t worry I’m still living! The only reason that I haven’t really put anything on my blog is because I have realised that bogs aren’t really for posting about your day. Unless something funny or stupid happened. I feel the only things that should go on my blog is something that I feel really strongly about, my book, cute internet things like DBPB and Attack Of The Cute. So just letting you know that everything is good. And the next blog post is going to be book.

I am on Pg 10! YAY!

Hello all. I am back from my 3-day school camp at The Christian Centre in Stellenbosch.  It was the EPICIST!!!!!!! (That is now a new word meaning Extraordinarily Epic-(Epic-Ist). ). The first day we got driven up in busses and then got into dorms. I got a cool dorm because we were 5 instead of 4 people so we also got our own bathroom including our very own SHOWER!! We also got put into groups. I wasn’t in Tamlin’s group which…yes…sucked buuuuut I was with some really awesome people that were my friends. Our first activity was building a raft.

So close to Kontiki I was ecstatic. Except they sucked. They did the stupid type of ‘lashing’ ever. What was THAT about? I wanted to take the leader push him into the lake and then teach them all square lashing. You will be pleased to know that I did not do that and I also bit my tongue. Guess what I found out later. We were the ONLY team that did the actually building of the raft. Instead they just did the races. Sucky right? We did a couple of other activities and had dinner. After dinner we went on this night hike, which was COLD!! Tamlin didn’t bring a jersey so, the best friend that I am, I lent my lovely jersey to her. By the way I told her to bring a jersey but nooooo. This boy that is friends with some of my guy friends comes up to me and hugs me and says “I’m cold”. I was so awkward. I was like Ah huh that’s nice. He sat in front of me at breakfast and tried to play footsie with me under the table. His mistake because I was wearing my 4X4 shoes and stood promptly on his foot. I don’t think I saw that much of him after that. :D. At 10:15 we were told to go to sleep. At 10: 18 I was asleep and didn’t care whomever was talking in my dorm.

Day 2 was the best. It was non-stop activities which tested our leading, listening and trust skills. There were lots of blind folding activities which, if I may say so myself, I ROCKED AT. As long as I was the one giving the instruction. One of my favourite activities of day two was when  we had to fill a tube (a tube with lots of HOLES) with water to get a ball out. At first everyone was very hard working and stressing. Very competitive. Then you just hear “QUICKLY JOSH PUT YOUR CHEEK AGAINST THE HOLE!!” We were still serious until we hear josh say “AHHHHHHH!!! IT’S IN MY EAR! It has now seeped into my brain.” We started laughing and then everyone was mentioning every oriphious that had water in. It was lovely because we stopped being serious and started enjoying ourselves. The same activity you had 3 teammates blindfolded and 1 leader trying to get the blindfolded to pick up a puzzle piece. Two of the boys were running because we behind and then BANG they smashed against each other. More laughs were shared and we started winning because we were working well together. We had to make a skit for around the bon fire. I had to take the leader role here other wise we would have been doing an insensitive skit on mentally challenged children. I told everyone the skit I had in mind, which is called Mr Price.

Guy 1 walks by with a nice hat on

Girl 1: Damn I like your hat!

Guy 1: I got it from Mr Price

Guy 2 walks by with a nice shirt on

Girl 2: Damn I like your shirt

Guy 2: I got it from Mr Price

Guy 3 walks by with nice shorts on

Girl 3: Damn I like your shorts

Guy 3: I got it from Mr Price.

Guy  4 walks up traumatized and in only a towel.

Girl 4: OH MY GOSH!! What’s your name?

Guy 4: Mr Price…

I had to explain it 7 times but they found it funny eventually and I got one of the boy leaders hooked when I told him he could be Mr Price. We doubled up on everything though so we had two Mr Prices. We were the most practised group there. When we did it was a hit… Or so I thought. I found out later that just about NO ONE got our skit! I got it and it was funny and that’s all that matters.

This is for dad:

I FOUND A PEANUT

I FOUND A PEANUT
I FOUND A PEANUT JUST NOW!!!!

After the bon fire that was a hit with everyone and got quite violent in the end with lots of

YOUR FACE, YOUR FACE, YOUR FACE JUST NOW.

Speaking of violent. There was one fight at the camp. Some one said something to get someone else agro. Someone else took it personally and responded rudely then some one punched someone else. Neither of them were aloud free time. Poor someone else. He is a very sweat guy that I would never see in a fight ever. He had a red eye and a swollen lip.

Day 3: We split our groups (instead of 7 separate groups we had 4) I was with TAMLIN!!! I was also with most of my other group. Our first activity was figuring out a way to get through a ‘spider web’. Only two people were aloud through one hole. No touching the sides. We had to pick a guy and girl leader. The guy leader was the creepy “I’m cold guy” and I was nominated as the female leader. Again I had to be bossy. There were 27 of us. I could not talk to each one individually and nicely. No I had to talk to them with authority. And if that makes me bossy then I’m sorry I’m bossy. We were doing very well. We had figured out a way to get the nice thin skinny people through the nice small girls through. Then we figured out a way to get the two larger girls through which I will say was quite difficult. They stood on my back. On MY BACK!!!! I was gracious and kept telling them that they were like feathers. I was very nice. They went through on to another girls back on the other side right. Who got all the slaps on the back saying “Wow! Well done they stood on your back and EVERYTHING”. Why no not me. Of course the girl on the other side. Oh well. We managed lots of people to get through but the whistle blew and we had to move on. Which sucked because we would have got everyone over I’m telling you now! The rest of the activities were okay I guess but I liked The Spider Web one the most because it really challenged my leading abilities. I mean REALLY challenged me! We then got on the bus where we sang Adele songs all the way home.

I am now home and have almost no voice. I had such a wonderful time and will be uploading pictures as soon as I can!

Computer Lessons are a complete joke. Wait, jokes are supposed to be fun and jolly. Never mind, Computer Lessons are completely STUPID!! A waste of time. In the beginning before the first lesson I was a bit iphy with the whole situation because not only had they called the Computer Room the Tech Lab (no calling it that WON’T make it more interesting or fun). But our principal’s wife is the new computers teacher. Yes that’s right the woman who vowed to live with him forever and ever came to our school to be a substitute grade 3 teacher. Now, she is the computer’s teacher. Aren’t there qualifications? Our first lesson truly PISSED ME OFF. They made us sign contracts. Yes, us. The poor, unsuspecting class of Gr. 7F. Now you may be wondering What’s wrong with that?

Most of the children who aren’t me signed it. Before they even read it!!! She did go through it but the bottom line behind the fancy words that some of our stupider children didn’t understand was We Can Hold YOU Responsible For The Damage Of Your Computer. Which I guess they have the right to do. But some of those children signed it so that they could play on the computers. I read it very carefully but what else was I going to do? I like computers. Wait, correction. I liked computers.

Our computer lessons now are going onto a website time thing which is totally ridiculous. What it is, is it’s a program that annihilates the most important factor that we should learn in computers. Research. But noooooo. Why would we subject these children to the Internet? It’s completely and utterly BOOHUCKY! So they give you all the information in a neat little folder. All you have to do is follow her insanely exact and LONG explanation of what you need to do. By going into another program and picking a style then, wait this is the best part, you get to choose the colour!!! Isn’t that great? She got very excited (I’ll call it excitement because there isn’t a description of that sort of half hearted enthusiasm that she possesses) that you were able to change the colour and “make it our own”. Oh yes, the pictures are already downloaded for you in another neat little folder. It makes me puke. Today she wanted us to finish what we started (the colour thing) in the previous lesson. I was done. It wasn’t difficult. You may think that’s because I own a computer and have experience. It’s not. There is no way that you could fail this. Or even get bad marks. Of course there are no games allowed unless she says that you may play (which she hadn’t). I put my hand up to ask what to do next. I don’t know if she was doing it on purpose or sub-contiously but she went to everyone and I mean EVERYONE before me. I couldn’t understand it. I put my hand up nicely like everyone else. I even didn’t speak while my hand up. But no. I felt like getting her fancy earphones and smashing them on the floor to get her attention. I didn’t though because remember I signed a contract and I would be held fully responsible (like I wouldn’t anyway). I ended up doing an activity on her stupid program which teaches you to type without looking at the keyboard. I agree with the thought of the program (for people who can’t type or touch type). But in what world, I ask you with tears in my baby blue eyes , do you ever type ANYTHING close to this:

Ghhdjklls ;fjsaajf gh hgjdk fls;a hfsdjkl skskksslakj ;ahgfi gkaldgk aslskdj

Hmmm? And for once I’m not even exaggerating. It might help people who aren’t like me and who can’t type. Anyway. I started typing then I tell you THEN she notices me and asked me smugly if I had finished all my work. I replied without any anger that you’ve seen in this blog post Yes.  She told us about the next activity. Something we did last year. Again all the information already given to us and the extra program we’d used in the last activity and deary me the ability to change the colour. I’m telling you I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!

*This is not meant to hurt anyone’s feelings it is all my opinion and I’m sure if you try hard you’ll find someone who likes the lessons.