A disastrous Physics lesson

Looking back over my school books, I remember a two hour Physics lesson that was pretty bad for the class and teacher. Now, before I tell the story it is important to know that while Physics is on, so is HPE (Health and Physical Education), OP Hospitality, Media Studies and so on. So in the 'rare' cases of being bored or nothing to do, we the Physics students would advert our gaze to the window and see the Media students watching a movie, so we would watch it for a while before we had to work again.

Anyway, this particular lesson was really, really, really bad. Two HPE students didn't have a permission form signed, so they were placed in our class for the two hours. That itself would not have been bad, but HPE students never do any homework, or work, the only thing they do is sit there and be a class clown or find some way to disrupt the class. The two students that joined us were the worst of the lot. We (physics students) were seriously focusing on quarks, leptons, gluons, electromagnetic waves (I'm just going to stop right there...) but the two HPE students were shouting in the back of class about how pointless it all was, questioning pretty much everything and tore down a few posters. When our teacher moved and separated them into the back room and outside, it only got worse.

Here's a list of what they did within the thirty minutes before being lectured for the remainder of the lesson and sent to detention;

1) They opened the door to the back room and talked to each other

2) Touched everything in the back room

3) Knocked over stuff in the back room

4) One of them thought I wasn't looking and through the fume box raised his middle finger at me

5) Got some of the media students that were on a break to join them

6) Run to their original spots when a door was opened

7) Get yelled at by the Media teacher

8) Get lectured by the science assistant

9) Dropped a power generator (I think that's what it is called)

10) Pretty much snapped Jessie's (a boy by the way) old physics assignment in half

11) And I'm pretty sure they did even more but I can't be stuffed to remember it

So after the two hour lesson, the 20 minute lecture and the many phone calls to office, four physics students stayed behind to pack up the room and chat. Me, my friend Owen, Luke and the genius Jordan (There was a saying in our year... "If Yatesy can't do it, then the rest of us haven't got a chance").
Our teacher was upset about the whole lesson and said, "I forgot that people like that existed."
"How?"We all responded in our various ways.
"I only teach physics to the senior school. Those who choose to be here"
"Well hopefully you'll never have to see them again" I responded, really wishing that I'd never have to see them again too and then remembered that I only had to tolerate it for three more weeks.
"In England we have a system to sort students into depending on their intelligence, why isn't there one here?" Our teacher commented about the education system we have set up.
And there wasn't even a moments pause when Jordan responded,

"It's called discrimination here"

Thus there were high-fives between the four students, we said a quick bye to the teacher and swiftly left the classroom, still laughing.

Now that I'm remembering the Physics lessons, I remember what Owen used to do in pretty much every second one. He would start a fight/discussion with our teacher about the teaching method or the formula being used or something. Owen wasn't really picky about what, he just had to have some fault with it. It was pretty lucky for the teacher then that I was in the same class and sitting next to Owen. I sorted out the fights by telling Owen to back off the subject and that if he becomes a teacher, then he can have his say (and that is never going to happen).

Oh, and then there was the Electromagnetic Spectrum song that Daniel would sing every lesson and the Quark song and the Pi song and some other song or five that I will never look up (or if I do, only to terrorise people). And in our first term, we did medieval physics. If anyone remembers my first post, you'd remember that I have an aversion to ball sports. One physics lesson, we had a prac, I was taking a break from testing my Mace (Yes. A hand-made Mace) and showing Owen something on my I-pod while some of the other physics students were sitting down close by, when all of a sudden a ball came flying out of the Pinbarren (our undercover basketball/netball/handball court) and went straight into my leg. Then everyone close by heard the sound of the impact, and Owen had even inspected himself incase he was hit. 

A few moments later, everyone looked at me, but it wasn't because I was crying out in pain or on the ground or nursing a wound. They looked at me because they had deduced if they were on the sidelines, and Owen wasn't hit, then surely it was me that was hit. Instead, I picked up the ball and tossed it back to one of the kids in Pinbarren like I wasn't hit. Truth is that it was me, but I didn't even feel the ball make contact with my leg. I had been kicked/kneed/punched/had other balls thrown at me in the same spot several times, so I had grown some kind of pain tolerance on that leg. For that lesson I was hailed as some kind of demigod. As fun as that lesson was however, it ended and I inspected my leg to find a huge purple bruise. So much for being a demigod huh? It's weird though, as fast as the ball was and as loud as the impact was, you would think that I would have felt or noticed it? Or at least tried to move out of the way? I guess some part of my brain knew that the ball was heading my way and if it missed the first, it'll hit the second. I don't know though, the whole incident was pretty weird.

Anyway, I guess that gives people a rough idea about what happens in our physic lessons, and that's not even going into detail about the breaks, or the maths, or the discussions or the five people that would hover around Owen's laptop every second Tuesday during the lesson to watch the countdown for the next episode of Red vs Blue. 

Ok, I think that's it for now! Have a nice day everyone!

Graduation

Yesterday, I finished my 12 years of schooling. While the girls in my year were balling their eyes out about how much everyone was good friends with each other and how much their miss others in the grade, I sat there waiting for it all to be over so I could go home and never see many of them ever again (boys and girls, not just girls). Now while that is a negative view to the process of graduation, the fact of the matter is, most of those people tortured me for twelve years, so I'm very happy at the prospect of never seeing most of them ever again.

Now the only thing is, I actually show them respect, even though they have never shown it to me. And I always wondered why I did that. Truth is I still have no idea. Probably 'Treat people the way you want to be treated', never worked, but I moved on to the idea of 'what goes around comes around'. Still hasn't worked too well though. Mum is always saying to me 'But there are some people you trust right? Just because of what happened in the past doesn't mean that it will happen now', and while Mum may say that, the truth to the matter is I just don't like most people my age because they are what I like to call 'colourless sheep'. For this reason I also dislike a huge amount of the people in the younger grades too. Still though, there are a few peers that I do like and hope to cross paths with again sometime in the future because they aren't 'colourless sheep' to me. And these few people I consider friends.

School wasn't all that bad though. I liked most of the teachers (didn't really like my last English teacher) and I enjoyed a huge majority of the lessons. I had a lot of time in school to think too. It was in those times I started to plan or flesh out my stories. Nobody would notice if I went off on my own, or that I was in the same room (in several camp and retreat cases), I don't think they even noticed that I stopped writing down notes to draw a picture instead.

I guess after this little rant, I can't really say much about my personal experience with school. Summed up; I dislike most of the people at school, but school itself I really liked. Now with more free time, I'll be able to do more drawings, write more, start going through the list of books that I've been meaning to read and start finishing video games (or start them, depends on which gaming console).

Actually, yesterday, there was a Year 12 liturgy, and it was pretty boring (and sitting on the floor for around 2-3 hours didn't help). I was lucky, I was sitting next to two of my friends. 30 minutes into the liturgy, I looked over to the friend on my left, Owen, and said "Is it sad that I'm thinking I can scale the wall and hide up there?" while I motioned to the bearings on the ceiling. He looked up and realised what I was referring to.
"Do you think it's sad I'm thinking about throat tickler's?" He replied. I looked at his hands and he was flicking them like he was activating something.
Now, I think I should explain what a throat tickler is. It is my friend's nickname for a hidden blade after he used it in a game and it went through the throat (but he had turned the blood option off for some reason), thus it was named.

This is a 'throat tickler'. Otherwise known as a hidden blade. And the game it's from (Currently in my possession)
I got the image from Google.

Talking about hidden blades, at the Graduation dinner later that day, the two of us and our other friend, Mitchell (otherwise known as Mitch'o) were so bored that we placed spoons in our watches (or bracelet in my case) and pretending that we were assassins in our seats. This happened while our principal was talking for, uh... I don't know how long he went on for. And oh yeah, he is a brother (Catholic brother not family brother). We stopped in the end, just as we saw the dessert coming out and instead focused our attention to feeding the candle something with Owen's mum and Mitch's sister, which we again stopped as soon as the servers came to our table.

And so after that night, and sleeping for 12 hours, I got up, ate breakfast/lunch, placed Assassin's Creed Brotherhood in the X-box and spent 4 hours jumping from roof to roof, sniping guards with a crossbow and the last few minutes taught Mum how to fight briefly. I was very proud; She assassinated one and killed the other three within 20 seconds. A lot better than she was in Halo were she threw a grenade in the car she was in... That was after spending ten minutes of me telling her where to turn the camera to so she could get in... And that was after her spending 30 minutes lost and her running off a cliff (although from that she did appear where I was after she fell and that solved the lost problem).

Ok, I think I'm done for now. That was a nice little rant, I feel much better. Now that school's finished, I'll be posting the pictures that I drew in my school books over the past year a few at a time. Ok, thanks for listening (well, reading, but you get the idea)! Have a nice day everyone!

This was a picture I drew to celebrate me graduating. Nice isn't it? I drew the hand on the right, Mum drew the one on the left.

An article that I did for school

First off. I'M SO SORRY! I still haven't inked my witches, but I just borrowed out a heap of new (to me) manga and I'm reading 'The Power of Six' (sequel to 'I am Number Four'), so again I apologise. I still intend to keep my promise.

Anyway, to post a post, in Australia, we have a festival called 'Voices on the Coast'. It's a festival with Australian writers, artists and occasionally performers. I first went when I was in grade 6 or 7. Mum went to as a chaperone to the group of over-excited kids. Since my first time, I've been going to the festival ever since. I've picked up different techniques in writing and drawing, or things to try (most of which I suck at, but I still try). Anyway, my first year of High School was the first time they decided to try taking a group there. We were small, and at the end of the day, I wrote up an article on it. Every year since then, I've written an article and this was my last year doing it.

There was a mistake in the article (ONE mistake) but on this post I fixed it up. Teacher did a lousy check-over. Anyway, moving on to the actual article.

VOICES ON THE COAST

On the 6th of June 2011 at Sunshine Coast University, the ‘Voices on the Coast’ 30 students and 3 teachers from St Asbjörn’s attended this literacy festival. The number of students had been cut in half, but none the less no-one’s spirits for the excitement of that day were dampened. The day’s highlights included going to writing, drawing and performing workshops, listening to the stories of the talented authors and illustrators there and of course, getting autographs. The St Asbjörn’s students showed their best behaviour as they were swept with the unparalleled excitement of the day.

As soon as the group stepped off the bus, everyone was gearing to go to the first session. Olivia from 8.6 said that after attending the Steph Bowe talk she would “really like to read the book ‘Girl saves Boy’ because it sounds interesting”. Brigette from 9.4 went to a Pat Flynn talk, afterward saying “I really enjoyed this session as he entertained a comical side to his lecture capturing everyone’s attention”. Meanwhile over on the other side of the grounds, many went to a talk with Oliver Phommavanh, and were in agreement that even with the child-like sense of humour (and attention span) that it was the funniest talk of the day and a huge highlight.

In session 2, Rianna from 8.4 went to a talk with fantasy author Kate Forsyth saying, “I always loved fantasy and it had some good writing tips for me”. Several students went to a printing workshop and all agreed that it was one of the most fun things of the day; Trinity said “I enjoyed this workshop because it showed how talented some people are”. Grace from Penola 3 explained that the ‘Shake and Stir’ workshop “Was not what I had first expected. It was an unbelievably awesome workshop”!

In the last session, Darcy from 9.3 went to see James Phelan and had some harsh criticism: “It was alright, it needed more writing techniques’. Finian went to Michael Bauer saying it was a “great inspiration and very funny”. Sacha said that “Tristan Bancks showed us how to set up and write stories”.

Unfortunately, the day had to come to an end (much to the disappointment of all), and at the bottom of each of the sheets I have in front of me there are the words ‘Best day ever’ or ‘Great fun’ scrawled across in all different handwritings.

It’s been a pleasure reporting the St Asbjörn’s students’ day during ‘Voices on the Coast’ for the past five years; it’s hard to believe that we started with only 10 students and one teacher.

Memphis Year 12

CLC Club

And just on another note, all last names were deleted from this article and I changed the name of the High School, just incase some creep comes along. I'm not saying any of you are creeps, but it's better to be safe than sorry. And incase the name 'Saint Asbjörn' is stubbled upon, it comes from a web-comic called 'Scandanavia and the World' and was created by Humon. I just lack the imagination right now to create a name, and I was re-reading some comics yesterday.


I hope I did everything correctly... If not, I'll probably take the post down. Anyway, Have a good day everyone.