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So. Had possibly the most depressing English lesson ever today. First Martin went on at us for about ten minutes about crap our essays had been and had we not learned anything and we were all going to fail if we didn't start working blah blah..... This was somewhat surprising - I can go to English on a day we have to hand on essay in and know that at *least* 98% of the class will have done it and put effort into it. Whereas in Classics we're lucky if three people hand essays in on the right date. Media, sometimes it's only ME handing the essay in. So was mildly upset and one more whine away from telling Martin maybe it's because we're bored with his teaching methods that's made us stop working so hard. Which is true - we've been doing exactly the same, dull, exam preparation since Christmas without even one lesson of something different. So that was joyful. Then he handed us out ANOTHER set of exam-like extracts to work on. On Auschwitz and the Holocaust. And frankly, they were enough to nearly have in *me* in tears more than once and usually I'm not bad with stuff like that. I don't think I was the only one either, I saw other people looking upset too. I swear, if they gave us an exam on stuff like that there would be complaints from *everyone*. How are you supposed to write about the language used to describe a teenage boy first being hung, then shot? Even worse we'd all been so depressed by Martin's little rant that we sat in silence for an *hour and a half*. Complete and utter silence. At one point Martin told one of the guys trying to eat sweets surreptitiously that he hadn't had a personality transplant and didn't mind us eating and drinking but no one really wanted to take him up on it. It was the worst lesson I've had in a long time, and excepting the lesson last year when Caroline yelled at us for 25 minutes straight, I think it's probably the worst English lesson I've had since I went to college. So, to cheer myself up, I'm making my own practice exam papers up. One on Pirates and one with extracts from Divine Comedy and Aeneid and stuff. Stuff that wouldn't have half the class ready to slit their wrists at the end of the lesson. I'm dreading tomorrow's lesson. We get the next two 'extracts' from stuff on the Holocaust. I'm sure it'll be just as fun and depression-free as today's lesson. < /sarcasm >

On the plus (I think) side the old people seem to be following me round asking for help - gave an old lady my table in the coffee shop today and walked another one home because she was afraid to cross the roads on her own. They seem to have some telepathic connection and once you help one, you get the entire 70+ population stalking you. ^___^

No media tomorrow morning so get a bit of a lie-in. Hhhmmm. Not particulary looking forward to college tomorrow for a variety of reasons, though I am hoping to finish my music video. Plus no driving so can wear baggy purple cords. If it doesn't rain that is. -_- Damn British weather.

Am off to console my disappointment in English with Pirates of the Caribbean. Hhhmmm, Jack Sparrow.

Love, peace and jelly babies,

Clo