Scool days

Today I decided that I should blog today, so I am. I'm going to tell you about my new school. We have lime green shirts, ties and grey blazers that make you look like an american footballer or a trend follower in the 80's because of the shoulder pads. And you thought uniforms were cool.

I have about 15 billion hours of hw a night to go with my 15 billion subjects I have. I'll tell you about my teachers now... Mr. How. He hasn't acutally talked to me, but he's a legend. He's a big 7 footish guy with a lisp that likes to pick on first years (freshmans if you will). I saw him on his bike in his shorts one day. Katherine was amazed because she thought that surely there was no way a tiny bike could hold all of him up.
Mr. Williams... Chemisty teacher. He is well, a loon. At the beginning of my first chemistry lesson he got the whole class to try and guess my middle name. Nobody could so we played hang man. We finally got it and he asked why that was my middle name. 'Oh, my mom went into labour...
'Sorry, didn't hear that'
'My mom went into labour...'
'What?'
My Mom went into labour...'
'Your mum worked in Weaver?'
'My mom went into LABOUR (geez do I has to spell it out and draw a diagram?) with me the night she was supposed to go to the Giselle ballet.
'OHHHHHH! RIGHT. Very nice'

Then when I was signing for my text book, the conversation got onto dogs somehow. So he asked if I had a dog. 'Nope, I have 2 cats though.'
'Oh really what are their names?'
'Stinkerbell and Edwin'
'What?'
'Stinkerbell and Edwin'
'Tinkerbell?'
'Stinkerbell'
'Oh?'
'She was really stinky when we first got her.'
'Oh I see. And..?'
'Edwin'
Then somehow he said something about his girlfriend being I cat. I can't remember what his exact words were but it was really wierd. Oh, and on the first day, too, he was talking about a song and just burst out singing and didn't stop, then all the suck ups (i.e everyone) started clapping when he finished the song Anyway, in lessons he babbles and babbles for hours, and he dictates so fast I can't keep up. The boys have a good plan though, one of them copies for a while then another etc. Dunno how it works exactly. I remember Mr. Williams saying 'How many elecrons iin the first group in an atom, in an atom, in an atom, in an atom?' It was like his computer chip gone retarted.THEN, one week someone said something about cheerleaders. And he said' Oh, don't shake your pom-poms at me dear' then started doing a little routine. A girl in my class said that their class got the highest chemistry results in the year because he scared them into learning.

Anyhoo, that's enough about Mr. Nutcase.
Mrs. Mybergh. English teacher south african. I thought she was german. Ha! She has the biggest vocabulary on earth. My and Gina on msn started coming up with cool insults because english teacher says that if you don't swear, it shows you have a good vocabulary. We were laughing our heads off. Look at these: obsreperous twit, vociferous nutcase, heart- rending dud, scrimpy ninconpoop. At lunch we kept saying 'You obstreperous tiwt!' SO funny.You had to be there.

Mr. Shaw- Mr. Shaw is a great teacher but he either doesn't believe in, or doesn't know that deoderant exists. People spray on colone, perfume, air fresheners anything! And rush to the seats by the window. It's not THAT bad, except when he gets exctied or starts demonstrating how people bangs spears on their sheilds to hide Zues's cry by lifting his arms up. Ughh. Oh, I made a rap about Zues. It's really funny. INIT!

I have to go now :-)