For perhaps the last half hour of walking during sport today, my head felt like it would explode. It was an interesting experience really, but not one I’d like to relive. Of course, it didn’t help that we only stopped to rest for about... 7 minutes or something, but I’ve decided that to save myself some grief, I should start exercising. This will probably consist of seriously considering using the treadmill for about a week without actually doing so, before the blasé relapse into my 6 hours a day of computerised catatonia. A token effort, no?

On a somewhat amusing note, English has, within the space of about 5 days, managed to become my least favourite subject. It’s amazing to realise just how much difference teachers make, the one thing that really gets me is when they’re just, just just just plain disrespectful? I’m probably displaying a rather inflated sense of self-worth in saying that, but the hierarchy within schools is really quite vexing. OK, so as students we might know less than them, seeing as they are supposed to be teaching us. But I think I’d be right in saying that we’re not stupid, and most of the time we don’t deserve to be treated like dirt. If they respect us, we respect them. Generally it’s that simple.

Amongst teachers, there are the Feudalists and the Progressives and the generic moderates, almost like politics actually. Funny that. I guess once you’ve met someone who’s at least 20 years older than you, has the power to make your life hell yet grants you the same level of respect as they would any adult, it’s hard to hold the Feudalists in any kind of regard. Moral of the last two paragraphs? Making peace with the Establishment is a load of crap.

P.S: the year 10 History curriculum is stupid.

So I was talking to a friend of mine the other day. About catharsis, no not the bowel-related catharsis. We were discussing the hardships faced by young, healthy, intelligent 16-year-olds, aka the doldrums of exams, social politics and adolescence in general. And I guess the concensus was that presenting one’s views to the world might just be a really good way of dealing with all that. Basically. XD

Those of us who take Economics have just completed our Preliminary HSC course in one subject. Quite apart from the fact that yesterday’s exam embodied the culmination of three terms’ worth of hard work, (something which I... personally never seem to appreciate when it comes to other subjects), it really makes you aware of the transience of things. In two years’ time... no I don’t think I’m quite ready to face all that yet.

Oh and did I mention that we started the year 12 Eco course today? Because of an anticipated shortage of lessons next term? Maaaan, life. One’s teenage years are supposed to be about singing and fighting and watching stupid YouTube videos (aka this afternoon), not completing endless assignments, tallying marks and studying for exams that have essentially no bearing on our lives whatsoever.

"Our gross national product does not allow for the health of our children, the quality of their education, or the joy of their play. It does not include the beauty of our poetry or the strength of our marriages, the intelligence of our public debate or the integrity of our public officials. It measures neither our wit nor our courage, neither our wisdom nor our learning, neither our compassion nor our devotion to our country; it measures everything, in short, except that which makes life worth while." - Robert F.Kennedy

(Lifted that from someone’s FB profile, isn’t it awesome though?)

Pointless blog post number 1.