Life? Don't Talk To Me About Life.

About 0.00001% of you will understand the rather geeky reference in the title. ;P

Today is only the second day back at school, and I have already had four different teachers give me homework. I swear, my teachers are trying to kill me.
Today I had PSHE, English, Maths, Art and German.
I had Art yesterday, and we are finishing off last year's unit of work before we move on to a new one.
PSHE is apparently very easy this year. The exam is supposedly mostly common sense, and the coursework is relaxed and simple, and should be done fairly quickly. Thing is, the course is called 'Preperation For Working Life', so the coursework involves writing a letter of application, a CV, and notes in preperation for an interview.  Which means, of course, we have to have mock interviews. This scares me silly. End of.
English is beyond ridiculous, since we have two assessments to finish before October, another to do between October and Christmas, then a play to study, then two terms of revision before our exam. Gah, so stressful. At least I've already finished the book we have to read for our Term 2 assessment and the exam. There's also a new girl in our class that has been moved up from a lower set, and I hate her guts. We went to primary school together, and she is loud, obnoxious, and a bully. We have never gotten along with each other, and it doesn't help that she is about 95% fake, covered in layers of horrid make up, while I don't even own foundation or concealer, never mind actually wearing the stuff.
Maths was very easy to go back to, as I have the same teacher, same class (with a few new additions and one person being moved down) in the same room, and we have automatically gone back to the same seats we were in last year. Although the boys that sit near me are not to happy, as I apparently ruin 'Foreign Corner', so called because everyone sitting up the side of the room and around the back on one side has roots in a different country; most are indian, one is from Sri Lanka, two are chinese and one is from who knows where. Then there's me, who's only claims of foreign ancestry is the welsh part of my dad's side of the family.
Thankfully, German is fairly chilled. I chose to take our school's Fast Track languages course, meaning that I take both French and German GCSEs in one year each, rather than stretching one language across two years. Obviously, this isn't for everybody, so we only have four people in our class (the class that started with German and our now doing French is a little bigger, but they still only have nine). The atmosphere is very relaxed, we all get a chance to talk, and, best of all, our first assessment isn't until after the half-term holiday. Yey!

So, that's what I did today. Thoughts? Are there any people you know that are like the slag in my English class?

Bye Bye!
Glitterb