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.