As of the last five years, I am still at an 'undisclosed secondary education facility in Liverpool'. Original readers of this blog (high five!) will probably already know more about me than my own father (doesn't live with me, right) through these web-based literary chronicles. I have mentioned the name of my secondary school multiple times before.
I believe Jingo still wants to keep up the whole charade of secrecy, despite giving away so many details about his life that one could probably narrow down the list of potential suspects to about 5. Given this chosen blogger name, the list can probably be cut to just himself.
Anyhoo, back to my first day in Sixth Form. And what a difference a bit of yellow braiding around the lapel on your blazer makes. This ever so slightly different Year 12/13 uniform gives you access to many new and undiscovered depths of the school: the common room, the study rooms, clean toilets, and well, thats about it really.
The other advantage is that all Sixth Formers can jump any dinner/morning break queue and grab their meal/snack almost immediately. However, the food has not changed at all apart from going up in price at double the current inflation rate.
So many new faces, so many differnet coloured ring binder folders...
Today was wholly an induction day where we received our annual timetables, various useless pieces of paper and booklets explaining what we have been told already - just incase we forgot. For me it was a pointless waste of wood pulp. Perhaps it is more applicable to people such as Jingo, who can't even remember what year it is.
First up was a General Studies induction. This was where one of the teachers (who vaguely resembles me) has pulled a short straw and now has to try and defend 'The Fourth A-Level' in a room full of largely capable students.
Then, we went to the Economics room where our year head told us about 'revision techniques'.
During the lunch hour and five minutes, the 'crew' (Nick [constantly hungry], Robin [grease bucket hair], Pasky [Mark Watson with a beard], Peter [curly beard on top of his head], David [maths freak], Richard [language freak - bullied me in second year] and myself) trekked down to Sayers for a quick sandwich or pasty. Jingo tagged along searching for attention. We then returned for the final part of the day and lengthy meeting with Sixth Form head to discus ground rules (complete with copious paper handouts).
Finally we went to the IT rooms with our new form (a few new faces, a few pretty faces, a few blue faces and a few ugly faces) to set up our personal network drives. Bastards: they have erased all my stuff from last year. Still, I suppose it doesn't take that long to download a fresh batch of porn
3 comments:
I must confess I don't quite understand how the English education system works, but I'm glad to hear that someone is still interested in education. Here most youngsters abandon school as soon as they can, most of them right after high school, and the system doesn't exactly promote college education, making it more difficult year after year to get access to it. Congratulations on your new... er... course?
Jingo deserves every word you've written about him. He hasn't posted in a long time, so let's see how he gets out of this one.
His excuse is probably something related to the stresses caused by having too much work to do. Inn actual fact, we had two free lessons today, and have two more tomorrow, followed by at whole day at the University of Liverpool for some enrichment course.
I know quite a few people who have failed their GCSEs - I just can't understand it: for me, less than five Cs seems impossible. How can you do so bad??
Oh, it's not only due to bad grades. Money is such a pressing matter...
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