I haven't blogged for a month. I'm just an average person... with an average mountain of homework.

At school, there is something known as "Graffiti Corner". It's in the Grade 8 room, and it's a broken-off piece of a desk. On the bottom of it, there is lots of graffiti.

DIE

Me?

School is like a lollipop. It sucks to the end.

I agree with the last one. Very good quote actually.

Hmm... I ate 100% of my breakfast and 80% of my lunch. Obviously, that comes to 180%. But that can't be right, only 100% exists (according to my math teacher. More on her later.) 60% of the teachers are gone. I understood 0.01% of what the math teacher said, but I understood 90% of what to do in the math book. Her way of explaining stuff to us is down to 0.5%. I ate 300% of a kiwi, and 50% of an apple. I understood 10% of what the science teacher said, and 15% of the teachers are quitting. I am 60% good at math, but I think math sucks 100%. I am doing 5% of my homework right now, as well as typing on 80% of the keyboard. I have 0.01% of a pencil in my pencil case (hey, that's the same as my level of understanding of substitute math teachers! Strange, huh?) and 990% of a colored pencil (so out of the substitute math teacher's ideas). We also saw a 100% drunk man on the street...

Sooooo, that comes to...

Two thousand and forty point fifty two per cent?

That can't be right!

At least not according to my math teacher...

The hour of doom. The time of danger. What is it? You guessed it. Parent-Student-Teacher Conference Day. I crossed out "you guessed it" because I don't think you did. If you were close, you would have said "Parent-Teacher Conference Night". That is wrong. Most of the time, our school has Parent-Teacher Conference Night, but that's mostly for the little kids' conferences. We leave school early so we can have Parent-Student-Teacher Conference Day. That's why I didn't wait with this blog post until after school. 'cause school's already over.

Leap Day — oh, it’s such a mysterious date on the calendar. Every four years it appears and gives us an extra 1,440 minutes. It’s a bonus day just hiding out in February. Sneaky, sneaky.

I spent ages on my math homework. Because we got even more now. More algebra. That's just rubbish.

We're doing algebra at school. I've been sitting here for hours, and I'm still not finished with half of it. I bet I'll be sitting here all night. I know you guys can't help me with algebra, but if you know any shortcuts, will you please help me?

5m/2=3

5?a/2-4=0

etc. etc. etc.

That's a million hours of work for me!

Today was Pyjamas Day at school. I wore red snoopy pyjamas. Practically everybody wore pyjamas to school. It was fun. Pyjamas should be the new school uniform.

Now I am doing my homework. It is so boring. Here is a quote from my essay:

The Earth spins round the sun (indicated by long arrow) because of the sun’s gravitational field (the short arrows). The gravity keeps the Earth in orbit.

Ok, that is my "essay language". In case you are wondering, the "arrows" are things in my diagram. That is, my really ugly diagram.

Got to go to dinner now . See you later (that is, in my next blog post)

School is a funny place. So is home. At school we have a million different substitutes for maths, as well as doing a group project that nobody understands (!) and when we get home, all we do is homework. I only have REALLY little time to be online today. Btw, here is today's wallpaper pic:

Can't believe I haven't blogged for 2 weeks! What's gone into me? Well, here is a recent update of the things I should have blogged ages ago:

New Year's Disco: There's going to be a dance at school! I hope it will be fun...

Teachers back from strike: Yes, that's right! Except for the maths teacher who was sick before the strike, during the strike she was not sick, and now she is sick again... wonder if this sick stuff is true... is she sick or "sick"?

But I will be online the rest of the weekend LOL!

Yesterday was a bad day. And if you want to know what a "bad day" is, here is a complete definition:

Yesterday, 8:15 AM. I place mobile phone on bedside table. I think, "This is going to be a bad day". I have no idea how true this really is. I go to toilet, planning to then put mobile in bag.

8:30 AM. Get in car. I think mobile is in bag, when I really left it on bedside table. Have no idea of the bad things to come.

9:00 AM. In corridor in church. (School uses church as spare classrooms) Place my bag in corner, along with coat and hat. Friend places bag next to mine, along with very expensive laptop.

9:30 AM. You have no idea how boring this English lesson is. In turn, I have no idea how bad this day is.

10:30 AM. Finally out of English. Take mandarin orange, and will now go outside for recess. Take coat, only to notice that bag is gone.

10:32 AM. Frantically searching for bag. Teacher tells me to go outside.

10:46 AM. Back from recess. I quickly search everywhere, including girls' toilet and under bench. See pink laptop bag, amongst other things.

11:15 AM. Teacher tells us to bring all our stuff to art room. I say I don't have any stuff. Teacher says, "What do you mean?" I show her place where bag was. Whole class searches. Laptop is now also gone. Teacher tells us to check if we have lost any more stuff. The laptop owner's iPod and mobile phone is also gone, along with other girl's purse full of a few month's savings for buying new shoes. Boys check in boys' toilet. Boy comes out, holding a soft toy dog, the one that was hanging on my bag. Class nerd says, "I think someone is playing a practical joke on us". Nobody else agrees, everyone takes this seriously. In boys' toilet, another soft toy animal and a folder of school books, a drinks bottle and an umbrella is also found, all from my bag. Rest of class is very scared.

11:17 AM. People who have not been robbed stay in art room to work, us 3 girls go upstairs to office to report it, and tell what was stolen.

11:50 AM. I am worried, as I think mobile phone is in bag.

12:05 PM. I get friend's school lunch, as friend is sick.

12:30 PM. I go back to office to phone home. Lady in office is now talking to police.

12:50 PM. Bestie in student council tells me to join meeting and tell what was stolen.

1:00 PM. Class is scared, bring bags into art room, something that they normally do not do.

3:00 PM. Get into car. Discuss the happenings of today.

3:30 PM. Start English homework.

3:35 PM. Get phone call from bestie telling that girl who lost purse called to tell that a lady called saying that she found my bag a mile away from school.

3:40 PM. Chat a bit on MSN, then shut down my computer.

4:10 PM. Call girl who lost her purse, ask questions about bag.

Today, 11:00 AM. Call girl who lost her purse. Bag is now at her house. Most of my stuff is still in bag, except for memory stick.

Now that's what I call a bad day!

What's the point of going back to school? What's the point of going back to school at all? The teachers are on strike anyway. They've put up a really big banner saying "teachers on strike" in huge letters. It looks weird. Now the teachers have a private table with coffee. It doesn't look like they are on strike, it just looks like they are standing around outside with weird coats, and talking and going to the shop to fill up their coffee supply. And they stand on chunks of white Styrofoam, as if not to wear down the ground. That is so weird. Then I chatted with my friends on MSN. I got i'm now. I'm contributing to the Humane Society. My friend wants to become a member so he can contribute to the red cross. His sister works for the red cross, so I will help him get the code for it.