Like school - school is the most terrible idea ever invented. I'm all for education, but as someone smart once said (Einstein, I think) "Education is what we get after we have forgotten about school"... or something to those lines.
I have my Junior Cert this year - for all those not educated in the Irish school system, that's like a little exam that everyone makes a big deal about. The big exam is your Leaving Cert. It's secondary school - third year, Junior Cert, fifth or sixth year, Leaving Cert.
But enough about how it works - because it doesn't! People don't teach you in school! They just yell at you and make you learn off stuff and at the end of it, the only reason you feel inspired and creative at all is because you're so happy to be out of that horrible place.
For all those many of you who are fortunate enough to never have been taught Irish, don't. Don't even consider it. Sure, maybe it's a beautiful language. I DON'T CARE. I don't want to have it drilled in my ear every day. I've learnt Irish since I was four. I've learnt German since I was 13. Guess which one I'm more fluent in? Yes - I could go to Germany and hold a mangled conversation with somebody (Mangled. I said mangled). Irish, I'd just stand there and put on my best Neanderthal face. Or my best Einstein face, but that would all be a big show. I might as well have an exam in Greek for all I know Irish.
Or, Home Ec. I have a perfectionist as a Home Ec teacher. Last weekend, I had nightmares about coming into school without my homework done. So I do my homework, triple check everything, come in and, guess what? I still get yelled at!
The thing about teachers for me is, I either respect them, OR I obey them without question (unless they tell me to jump off a bridge or something). If I respect a teacher, they'll be the type to explain why they're doing something, or the type to understand when you forgot your homework - although you always do it, you love them that much.
The ones you obey without question are the slave drivers. I do as they say, because when I come into school I'm submitting to their authority, and I don't argue back, and I don't give pleading excuses. I just take whatever they deal out. But I hate them for it, and I don't respect them. And I won't work with them when they're giving us something optional.
I think someone should just write a teacher's handbook. It'd sell millions of copies - things which help you teach and things which don't, except I'd have to make it sound cooler. No one buys books anymore unless they have good titles.
Hmm - what other news? I recently discovered I'm allergic to something (we found out when I started itching my arms, legs and face like mad) and the hives (those itchy things) have returned, so now I have to go to hospital to find out what's wrong with me.
Not that everyone doesn't already know, haha.
But I'm actually happy I'm going - I've never minded hospitals (actually, I love them so much I think I'd have Munchenhausens if it weren't for the fact I'm slightly sane) and now I'll get out of school to go to one, and no teacher can get mad. Well, they can, and probably will, but at least then I can laugh at them in my head.
I haven't done all my homework (to all adults out there - I envy you!) and I don't think I will, but I just don't care. I'll do my English though, she's one of those teachers that I respect. Oh, that reminds me! We're having a debate in English, and as there are 4 teams, there are 2 topics. I'm pretty sure ours will be "Harry Potter vs Twilight" (which I came up with, yes!) which is a pretty great idea, if I do say so myself. Much better than "Transition Year is a bad idea". For all those ignorant, Google it. I already explained one bit of a futile Irish system.
Before I go, I have to tell you - I just got my hair washed and cut at a hair-dressers. To all girls out there, I'm just sitting here rubbing my head (whenever I'm not typing). It's so silky!!
That's all for now (folks - Bugs Bunny pops up and eats a carrot),
Irene
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