The First and Second Day of School

Here it is, the long awaited, much loved blog entry by yours-truly, Hannah. This entry is about school. That being said, the number of the day is 6. 6 is how many classes I have everyday (including breaks, not including recess, lunch, or extensions.) 6 is how many subjects I am taking, 6:30 is when I wake up every morning. 60 minutes is how long I have to get ready when I’m finished showering, 60 minus 30 minutes is how long I spend in the bathroom before that 60 minutes. 6 is the number of times I’ve had to been reintroduced to people because I’ve forgotten their names. 666 is the number tattooed on the back of Mr. Thims’s head (for the record, I have changed Mr. Smith's name into a codename for his protection. Thims is Smith spelled backward). “Burn him, please” “No, stab him with a magic devil killing stake.” 6 is the number of times in a period someone complains about said teacher. 6 is the number of times I have ran into a stupid year 6+1 (7 but that wouldn’t work with my theme) and 16 is the number of times 6 is used in this beginning paragraph.
The first two days of Fantastical Learnifying in the Australian School System (FLASS) were uneventful. The first day was all of three hours long and all we did was learn about seminars. Seminars are something in FLASS to allow year 11’s some choice in their learning. However, after hearing what we were required to do for seminars, we found that the only choice we got was when we went to what. Seminars thus because known as ATENBRFWFBYH‘C’ (a teacher’s excuse not to be responsible for when you fail because you had a “choice”). When ATENBRFWFBYH‘C’s are available for a class you are taking, you have to go to them. There is no “I’m pretty good at that piece, I won’t go” option. You could know recurring decimals inside and out but you will still have to go to the seminar on it. On Friday, the second day of FLASS, we went to every class. Haha, that rhymes. “Sooooo not cool” “Go away, you’re not welcomed in my blog entry” Finding classes is very confusing; FLASS timetables are hard to read. Here is mine.

What does all of this mean? What in God’s good name is a period zero? Why is there no seventh periods, ever? What do all of the spaces mean? What are RC, R, Ass (other than a donkey), L1, and L2? These were the questions I asked myself when I first got my timetable. My confusion deepened when people took my timetable out of my hand and started telling me what classes I had with them. How did they know? Do Australians have a special gene that makes this jumbled mess make sense? It turns out that Australians are not, in fact, crazy mutants. “Well, it’s because Australia is such a highly developed country that we have hidden our power from the world and allow America to take the fal for being the worlds ‘Super Power’” “You spelt fall wrong.” “Says the one who had to retype SPELT four times to get it right” The timetable does make a tiny bit of sense. SoR is studies of religion, PVDI is photography and visual design, MATHS is math, ENG is English, MH is modern history and CH is chemistry. The second set of letters is the teacher’s first and last initials along with a number to symbolize how many teachers have those initials. The third number is a room number. Period zero is before school and period seven is after school. RC is roll call, R is recess, Ass is assembly (the abbreviation makes sense), and L1 and L2 are lunch. I have both lunch periods. Other than this confusion, Friday was uneventful. After school, we went for a swim. I love having a pool in the backyard. *laughs quietly at all of those people in CO’s 45oF weather. 75oF all week here* We went canoeing on Saturday (which means Eden and Heath paddled and I sat in front and encouraged them). After canoeing, we went to church. After being introduced to the church, I got free nachos. Then, Eden planted a present in his minister’s office. We waited for Steve to go to his office for about half an hour. By the time he did, half the people left at church knew what was going on. The people who didn’t know were old. This made it even funnier when Steve started to take the package outside of his office to open it in the hall. We were outside the window and we raced back inside. Luckily, Eden’s dad directed him back into the office and we raced back to the window. After Steve opened his fantastic gift, we knocked on the window and raced away. He thought it was so funny that he gave us the leftover Thai chicken salad and carried his gift outside for all the old people to see. What was this fantastic gift of questionable appropriodity? Hot pink plastic CAR BALLS!!!!!! “Boo yeah!” Sunday was the welcome BBQ. It was pretty fun. We had lamb and kangaroo. It tastes like steak. Thus concludes this blog entry.

The word of the day is recess, the awesomest time of the day