Taylor Swift FTW
But no, serious time (with a few badly placed insults/jokes)
In comparison to some people I've had a relativly easy life, no one close to me has died, my parents are still together, I have the stereotypically annoying little sister but really she's amazing. I might not be an Einstein in school but I'm not failing, we have enough money to have what could be considered a comfy life, three sky boxes, at least one of every game console (except for Xbox, because playstation is clearly winner) and we each have a laptop.
I mean yeah, I got bullied a lot as I was growing up. the strange thing is that it actually got better after I came out, which if you can explain then all the power to you.
So maybe I don't know what it's like to have a life where nothing is easy and nothing seems to come your way. I went through a period where I would make up excuses to hurt myself because I felt that I didn't deserve to have a life that was so much easier than some of my friends whose lives compared to mine are pretty bad. It's not to say the reasons didn't exist or that I lied because I didn't and I don't lie (often) but I blew them way out of proportion.
What I'm trying to say is, I know I take the piss out of a lot of things and y'know I may not be the nicest person in the world but I try. I stand up for people who can't stand up for themselves and I try to be a nice person who gives everyone that second chance (and if anyone readss this and needs someone to talk to, sometimes a stranger is the best person, email me: katieelizabethberwick@hotmail.co.uk)
I know people who have consdered suicide, and in my opinion, it can never get so bad that you have to take your own life. I know it feels that way and if I say 'It'll get better' you'll probably slap me so hard my grandchildren will feel it. But trust me, it does. I got bullied to breakdown in the middle of lessons status, but I didn't give up and now I have an amzing circle of friends I wouldn't give up for the world, and I'm getting on - I have a future.
I know what I'm talking about, me and a couple of my friends had to grow up a lot in a very short amount of time, and no one should have to go through that.
Choose a family, choose friends, choose to read this very Trainspotting esq ending to my blog, choose school, choose a good job, choose good friends, choose to ignore haters, choose to hire those kinds of people who bullied you, choose to fire them afterwards, choose love, choose hope, choose life
You might not know my personally, but I love you anyway.
Kebby <3
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Saturday, 3 March 2012
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
Keb Vs. Life 18/01/12
I recently found this draft that I never posted, imagine yourself ten months ago before you read this:
I am in my final year of high school, and I have noticed something rather amusing. I am talking of something other than the fact that we can cut in line in the canteen and watch all the little faces of the year sevens glare at us as we walk out with the last pizza slice or whatever.
I'm talking about the difference between the speeds of which year sevens, compared to year elevens, get to class.
Also I can vaguely remember reading a Facebook like about this, so it might sound like I ripped it off, but only because it's true.
Year sevens have this tendency to jump up as though the bell is actually a gun shot and they are all about to die if they don't get to class before it rings. It's funny sitting in Art and watching them all file in, ten minutes before the first bell, and wait in a neat little line in front of the door. This and the fact that their bags tend to be the same, if not bigger, than the people who carry them.
Which is something else I noticed, if you line up five students, going from year seven to year eleven you will see huge massive rucksacks on the year sevens, then a normal size one, a shoulder bag, a little bum bag type thing, and arrive at the year eleven, who is holding one, single pen (if you're lucky)
But then you have year eights and nine who think that arriving at the exact moment between first and second bell is the coolest thing ever. To be honest almost-as-tall-as-me-children it's about as cool as walking around school in your underwear with a big sign tattooed on your forehead that says '*Our headteacher* for Prime Minister' (and if you're just that stupid, *our headteacher* for Prime minister would include imposing a compulsory uniform for everyone with a life time in prison if you fail to conform and would also include every one getting ridicules hair cuts to match his, and really, imagine him on a poster? Have you seen his head-shot photos?)
I suppose you could come back with the fact that I was once one of these so cooled lamest-people-ever *shudder* but by saying what they are, it doesn't make me not. For example, if I was to call my best friend a werido and someone said, 'you're one to talk' I reply with 'I didn't say I wasn't, I merely said she was'
You may also gather from the previous paragraph that I am also pretty lame. That and the fact I'm ranting on the internet...
YEAR 10, yeah whatever. So you walk around thinking you own the place because you're almost as cool as we are. Really it's just annoying. Have you noticed just how high pitched everyone in year ten sounds? That and the fact that they insist on walking at the pace of a dead snail in the corridor. You might think you look unbelievably cool, but you're in my way, so shift before I hurt you.
Alas we arrive at us, the year elevens, and now that the sixth form is high tailing its way out of our lives we do, in fact, own all of you. Sitting in the middle of hallways and not moving until ten minutes after the second bell, and laughing at the mortified faces of the year sevens who have to step over us who just can't believe that we haven't seen fit to move off our arses and get to class.
So what have we learned? (other than I seem to becoming increasingly bitter as I get older)
Year elevens = cool
Anyone else = drool
And yes, I did just use a rhyme we made up in year five.
Kebby x
I am in my final year of high school, and I have noticed something rather amusing. I am talking of something other than the fact that we can cut in line in the canteen and watch all the little faces of the year sevens glare at us as we walk out with the last pizza slice or whatever.
I'm talking about the difference between the speeds of which year sevens, compared to year elevens, get to class.
Also I can vaguely remember reading a Facebook like about this, so it might sound like I ripped it off, but only because it's true.
Year sevens have this tendency to jump up as though the bell is actually a gun shot and they are all about to die if they don't get to class before it rings. It's funny sitting in Art and watching them all file in, ten minutes before the first bell, and wait in a neat little line in front of the door. This and the fact that their bags tend to be the same, if not bigger, than the people who carry them.
Which is something else I noticed, if you line up five students, going from year seven to year eleven you will see huge massive rucksacks on the year sevens, then a normal size one, a shoulder bag, a little bum bag type thing, and arrive at the year eleven, who is holding one, single pen (if you're lucky)
But then you have year eights and nine who think that arriving at the exact moment between first and second bell is the coolest thing ever. To be honest almost-as-tall-as-me-children it's about as cool as walking around school in your underwear with a big sign tattooed on your forehead that says '*Our headteacher* for Prime Minister' (and if you're just that stupid, *our headteacher* for Prime minister would include imposing a compulsory uniform for everyone with a life time in prison if you fail to conform and would also include every one getting ridicules hair cuts to match his, and really, imagine him on a poster? Have you seen his head-shot photos?)
I suppose you could come back with the fact that I was once one of these so cooled lamest-people-ever *shudder* but by saying what they are, it doesn't make me not. For example, if I was to call my best friend a werido and someone said, 'you're one to talk' I reply with 'I didn't say I wasn't, I merely said she was'
You may also gather from the previous paragraph that I am also pretty lame. That and the fact I'm ranting on the internet...
YEAR 10, yeah whatever. So you walk around thinking you own the place because you're almost as cool as we are. Really it's just annoying. Have you noticed just how high pitched everyone in year ten sounds? That and the fact that they insist on walking at the pace of a dead snail in the corridor. You might think you look unbelievably cool, but you're in my way, so shift before I hurt you.
Alas we arrive at us, the year elevens, and now that the sixth form is high tailing its way out of our lives we do, in fact, own all of you. Sitting in the middle of hallways and not moving until ten minutes after the second bell, and laughing at the mortified faces of the year sevens who have to step over us who just can't believe that we haven't seen fit to move off our arses and get to class.
So what have we learned? (other than I seem to becoming increasingly bitter as I get older)
Year elevens = cool
Anyone else = drool
And yes, I did just use a rhyme we made up in year five.
Kebby x
Thursday, 15 December 2011
Keb Vs. Life 14/12/11
My favorite movie of all time has to be the Lion King without question. For my sixteenth my mom took me to go see it on the West End in London. I seriously could have died right after and have been totally content with my life, it might have been the single most brilliant expirience of my life, ever. The weekend was awesome with the museams and shizz, but really the show was astounding. If you have never been, go, seriously, do it. Do it now. Why are you still reading? Go book your tickets.
On another note. Another good movie is 'Imagine me and you' and while not your conventional love story (e.g boy meets girl, fall in love, parents/teachers/other person try to break them up blah de blah) it's an awesome, as I call them, fuzzy film.
It's about this girl called Rahceal who gets married to this guy called Hector but the florist who does the wedding (Luce) catches her eye and they fall head over heels in love and Heck tries to play the good guy and let her be happy and it has the happy ending where Luce and Racheal find each other again and so on.
Seriously, go see it. Awesome film. You can usually find it online, but shhh, that's a little less than legal ;)
So my Biology teacher (Who will hereforth be refered to as Mr ScaryMan (Not his really name)) who is usually quite laid back and serene goes Apeshit on monday because all bar four people got an E or less on the mock exam. First off, let me say, if all but four people fail then it can't just be our fault right? It's gotta be something the teacher is or is not doing too.
But anyway. So Mr ScaryMan is glaring at us all (and we know he is pissed due to the very angry email he sent us the week before) and starts screaming at us. Telling us we are all going to fail in January and he even throws an exam paper across the room. Mr ScaryMan, I'm not sure if you are allowed to throw things at us y;know, but I'm not going to mention it incase you hunt me down and decapitate me with a blunt axe in the middle of the night while I'm sleeping....
He even storms out mid rage, which is kind of funny. You have to try so hard not to laugh when teachers yell at you. But not only that, out other Biology teacher (hereafter known as Miss SkinnyTwit) then lays on the 'I'm so disappointed in you' speech which quite frankly is so much worse than just being yelled at.
I never take mock exams seriously. Though in the interest of keeping my head attached to my shoulders I think I will from now on....
That's a lie, Procrastination and PS3 FTW <3
Kebby x
On another note. Another good movie is 'Imagine me and you' and while not your conventional love story (e.g boy meets girl, fall in love, parents/teachers/other person try to break them up blah de blah) it's an awesome, as I call them, fuzzy film.
It's about this girl called Rahceal who gets married to this guy called Hector but the florist who does the wedding (Luce) catches her eye and they fall head over heels in love and Heck tries to play the good guy and let her be happy and it has the happy ending where Luce and Racheal find each other again and so on.
Seriously, go see it. Awesome film. You can usually find it online, but shhh, that's a little less than legal ;)
So my Biology teacher (Who will hereforth be refered to as Mr ScaryMan (Not his really name)) who is usually quite laid back and serene goes Apeshit on monday because all bar four people got an E or less on the mock exam. First off, let me say, if all but four people fail then it can't just be our fault right? It's gotta be something the teacher is or is not doing too.
But anyway. So Mr ScaryMan is glaring at us all (and we know he is pissed due to the very angry email he sent us the week before) and starts screaming at us. Telling us we are all going to fail in January and he even throws an exam paper across the room. Mr ScaryMan, I'm not sure if you are allowed to throw things at us y;know, but I'm not going to mention it incase you hunt me down and decapitate me with a blunt axe in the middle of the night while I'm sleeping....
He even storms out mid rage, which is kind of funny. You have to try so hard not to laugh when teachers yell at you. But not only that, out other Biology teacher (hereafter known as Miss SkinnyTwit) then lays on the 'I'm so disappointed in you' speech which quite frankly is so much worse than just being yelled at.
I never take mock exams seriously. Though in the interest of keeping my head attached to my shoulders I think I will from now on....
That's a lie, Procrastination and PS3 FTW <3
Kebby x
Tuesday, 6 December 2011
Keb Vs. Life 06/12/11
It's December folks! How awesome is that it is only nineteen days until Christmas? Although the magic does go out of it a little bit when you reach my age and you know Santas not real but you still get the free things, even when your pile of presents in depressingly small because they are all handheld gadgets and gizmos that will last a weekend beofre you brake them.
It's also a little pointless when you get given money, because we all know that we are only going to spend it on tat and things on a whim that never amount to anything and away trickles your money. I suppose it is an ecuse to get drunk, and New Year is only five days later and that's always fun...
Unless you are like me and have to spend New Year with your family at a family friends house completely sober and surrounded by an assortment of small children.
It's not so bad though I suppose. When you think about it, I only have to wait two years before I am legally allowed to get drunk, and that's only, what? Two new years away, which really isn't that many to be honest. However, when you are my age everything takes forever so two years is going to feel like a thousand.
What really annoys me is how once you reach October every shop you enter get's their Christmas shizz out! We haven't even had Halloween and their like SANTA. Halloween is so much more fun anyway, free sweets, an excuse to get dressed up, and more importantly, Halloween parties! My parents reckon its the American form of begging, butI don't care - I'm too drunk to care ;)
That's a lie, I don't drink. I've only ever been tipsey like once. I texted my ex girlfriend and then confessed my love to a sixth former I'd never seen before in my life. Since then I have had an aversion to alcohol... ish.
Vodka and Coke all the way man ;)
Kebby x
It's also a little pointless when you get given money, because we all know that we are only going to spend it on tat and things on a whim that never amount to anything and away trickles your money. I suppose it is an ecuse to get drunk, and New Year is only five days later and that's always fun...
Unless you are like me and have to spend New Year with your family at a family friends house completely sober and surrounded by an assortment of small children.
It's not so bad though I suppose. When you think about it, I only have to wait two years before I am legally allowed to get drunk, and that's only, what? Two new years away, which really isn't that many to be honest. However, when you are my age everything takes forever so two years is going to feel like a thousand.
What really annoys me is how once you reach October every shop you enter get's their Christmas shizz out! We haven't even had Halloween and their like SANTA. Halloween is so much more fun anyway, free sweets, an excuse to get dressed up, and more importantly, Halloween parties! My parents reckon its the American form of begging, butI don't care - I'm too drunk to care ;)
That's a lie, I don't drink. I've only ever been tipsey like once. I texted my ex girlfriend and then confessed my love to a sixth former I'd never seen before in my life. Since then I have had an aversion to alcohol... ish.
Vodka and Coke all the way man ;)
Kebby x
Tuesday, 8 November 2011
Keb Vs. Life 8/11/11
My sixth form is large, clean, state of the art, and... okay no, it's a school. A school is a school - no matter how much you dress it up and make the students wear suits. It's still a school, and we still hate it.
Maybe hate is too strong a word. I mean our sixth form is one of thos posh Landau Forte things, with hand picked teachers and million pound technology. So I suppose it's pretty cool in that aspect. But I hate the suit wearing thing, it's really annoying. I want my jeans D:
However it does prepare us for later life and jobs and shizz, but still, I miss my afternoons and friends who didn't come here.
And I don't know everything like I used to. There are so many new people, I don't know their names let alone their deepest secrets (and trust me, I knew everyones at my high school)
Life can only get better.... right?
Kebby x
Maybe hate is too strong a word. I mean our sixth form is one of thos posh Landau Forte things, with hand picked teachers and million pound technology. So I suppose it's pretty cool in that aspect. But I hate the suit wearing thing, it's really annoying. I want my jeans D:
However it does prepare us for later life and jobs and shizz, but still, I miss my afternoons and friends who didn't come here.
And I don't know everything like I used to. There are so many new people, I don't know their names let alone their deepest secrets (and trust me, I knew everyones at my high school)
Life can only get better.... right?
Kebby x
Friday, 13 May 2011
Keb V.s Life 13/05/11
Do you know what really bugs me? Like really, really bugs me?
When Blogger goes down for maintenance and deletes one of my posts and I can't remember what I said so it's now possibly lost forever. And when it removes my oh-so-brilliant new layout, that has just taken me half an hour to restore.
This is why I prefer paper to blogs.
I got a request today, to do a rant on P.E. So let's see what happens...
But before I go on, if you look in the left hand side of the blog, near the top there is a box. In this box it says: Follow by email. But here's the clever bit, if you type your email into the little white box underneath 'Follow by email' you will be emailed when I post a new blog. This way I don't have to continually post it on facebook. Brilliant no?
Right, anyway, to be honest I actually rather enjoy P.E so I don't have anything specifically aimed at the school subject. I do however seem to have the most hilarious group of students in my P.E lessons. I mean seriously, just watch us play rounders, you'll never laugh so hard in your life.
First of all, as a whole, we suck. I mean yeah there are a few of us who can throw, who can catch, who can bat and who can run - and there's only about one who can do all four - but mostly, we just suck.
You can pretty much put us all into these categories:
Dancers
Droppers
Flails
Over-enthusiastic fails
Slippers
Their definitions are as follows:
Dancers: The people who are more groovy then movey.... wait I re-read that and saw how totally and completely OMG that sounded. But you get the picture. The people who are more Gymnastics, Dancing, Badminton kind of people - all they are really good for is making you laugh hysterically at their mockery of a run/throw/catch, though to be honest they can usually hit quite well.
Droppers: Anyone who has ever seen friends knows where this is going, these people may or may not be very good at everything else, except catching. I once watched someone go to catch the ball and it go straight through their hands and hit them smack damn in the middle of their forehead. It was the most fail of all failed catches I have ever seen in my life.
Flails: These are the ones who sort of stand there instead of trying to hit the ball and then dither on the spot before deciding whether or not they are going to run. Or a sub-breed of this is when they do run, but they run as though they are a spider on crack, arms and legs everywhere....
Over-enthusiastic fails: These are the ones who think they are awesome and end up screaming at you to run faster, or to stop at a post, or yell because you didn't catch the ball. These are the people you feel like going up to (with the rounders bat) and smacking them up-side the head with it.
Slippers: Maybe the funniest category of all, these are the people who do the most spectacular dives/trips and end up gamboling between posts, or sliding in on their knees to the last post. Even the fielding team can do this when they go to catch. God knows I've done it enough times XD
Finally there are the players who don't even deserve a category and have to go deep field, like so far back you'd have to be superman to hit it that far. Or the person who you pretend you don't see when it's there turn to bat and you just go in front of them.
And this is just Rounders XD
I also have a new favorite Youtube video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmcK83CS9DE
Seriously, go watch it.
Kebby x
P.S subscribe via email, you know you want to ;)
P.P.S why are you still here? Go watch the youtube video. God.
When Blogger goes down for maintenance and deletes one of my posts and I can't remember what I said so it's now possibly lost forever. And when it removes my oh-so-brilliant new layout, that has just taken me half an hour to restore.
This is why I prefer paper to blogs.
I got a request today, to do a rant on P.E. So let's see what happens...
But before I go on, if you look in the left hand side of the blog, near the top there is a box. In this box it says: Follow by email. But here's the clever bit, if you type your email into the little white box underneath 'Follow by email' you will be emailed when I post a new blog. This way I don't have to continually post it on facebook. Brilliant no?
Right, anyway, to be honest I actually rather enjoy P.E so I don't have anything specifically aimed at the school subject. I do however seem to have the most hilarious group of students in my P.E lessons. I mean seriously, just watch us play rounders, you'll never laugh so hard in your life.
First of all, as a whole, we suck. I mean yeah there are a few of us who can throw, who can catch, who can bat and who can run - and there's only about one who can do all four - but mostly, we just suck.
You can pretty much put us all into these categories:
Dancers
Droppers
Flails
Over-enthusiastic fails
Slippers
Their definitions are as follows:
Dancers: The people who are more groovy then movey.... wait I re-read that and saw how totally and completely OMG that sounded. But you get the picture. The people who are more Gymnastics, Dancing, Badminton kind of people - all they are really good for is making you laugh hysterically at their mockery of a run/throw/catch, though to be honest they can usually hit quite well.
Droppers: Anyone who has ever seen friends knows where this is going, these people may or may not be very good at everything else, except catching. I once watched someone go to catch the ball and it go straight through their hands and hit them smack damn in the middle of their forehead. It was the most fail of all failed catches I have ever seen in my life.
Flails: These are the ones who sort of stand there instead of trying to hit the ball and then dither on the spot before deciding whether or not they are going to run. Or a sub-breed of this is when they do run, but they run as though they are a spider on crack, arms and legs everywhere....
Over-enthusiastic fails: These are the ones who think they are awesome and end up screaming at you to run faster, or to stop at a post, or yell because you didn't catch the ball. These are the people you feel like going up to (with the rounders bat) and smacking them up-side the head with it.
Slippers: Maybe the funniest category of all, these are the people who do the most spectacular dives/trips and end up gamboling between posts, or sliding in on their knees to the last post. Even the fielding team can do this when they go to catch. God knows I've done it enough times XD
Finally there are the players who don't even deserve a category and have to go deep field, like so far back you'd have to be superman to hit it that far. Or the person who you pretend you don't see when it's there turn to bat and you just go in front of them.
And this is just Rounders XD
I also have a new favorite Youtube video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmcK83CS9DE
Seriously, go watch it.
Kebby x
P.S subscribe via email, you know you want to ;)
P.P.S why are you still here? Go watch the youtube video. God.
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
Keb Vs. Life 11/05/11
Maths.
Doesn't the word just make you shudder?
I mean there has to be a reason as to why man invented the computer? (Other then to post rants insulting people) and I think it is this: so people like me don't have to learn how to do maths.
Okay, so maths can be useful...ish. It can be used to determine the overall intelligence of someone, because if you can work out trigonometry then you are my hero. The man who invented it must never of had a girlfriend - and believed his teachers when they said that smart people get the girls, and they do, if the smart people are also really cute.
We have to learn it for potential employers and universities right? I mean what high end art school doesn't want their students to know how to work out how many 'pairs of puffins' there are in the world (this was an actual question in the practice paper we did today, I'm serious)?
Granted you might want to know this if you wanted to be a conservationist - or are really, really sad and lonely - but for everyday life? Not so much.
I understand learning to count, and problem solving, but unless you want to be a mathematician (and I don't know why you would) or a high school maths teacher (if you do you are insane) - the rest is 99% of the time, useless.
And what's this calculator Vs. none calculator business? You can pretty much guarantee that outside exams I will use a calculator for every maths question I come up against - and if I don't have a calculator? I don't to the maths equation. Why? Because I have better things to do with my time than sit for an hour staring blankly at a page of numbers because even my sub-conscience thinks it's pointless and has blocked out the memory of me trying to learn how to answer the question.
While I'm picking on school subjects lets have a look at physics shall we. Because really Physics is just fancy maths. No physics, no. Go sit down in the corner - no one likes you. Except maybe Physicists, but why would you trust them? Then chose to become Physicists, obviously they are wrong in the head...
And for the record! My sister wanted to do triple science for a GCSE option right? If you do triple you get three GCSE's, if not you get two. But because the school wasn't happy with the control it already had, it decided to take away her 'options' (I use the term options loosely) by saying that to have to take a language - this filled up one of her oh so few slots.
Now okay, French might advance your career or get you better pay but sometimes it doesn't (and frankly there isn't a French teacher who doesn't scare me a little) and isn't the point of 'options' just that? It's OPTIONAL.
She was so upset with this. It's not fair. What if it stops her doing what she wants because she wasn't able to get that last science GCSE?
The high school system never ceases to amaze me to be honest. As long as it makes them look good it doesn't matter what we think, does it?
And the teachers and uniform? That's a whole other rant.
Kebby x
Doesn't the word just make you shudder?
I mean there has to be a reason as to why man invented the computer? (Other then to post rants insulting people) and I think it is this: so people like me don't have to learn how to do maths.
Okay, so maths can be useful...ish. It can be used to determine the overall intelligence of someone, because if you can work out trigonometry then you are my hero. The man who invented it must never of had a girlfriend - and believed his teachers when they said that smart people get the girls, and they do, if the smart people are also really cute.
We have to learn it for potential employers and universities right? I mean what high end art school doesn't want their students to know how to work out how many 'pairs of puffins' there are in the world (this was an actual question in the practice paper we did today, I'm serious)?
Granted you might want to know this if you wanted to be a conservationist - or are really, really sad and lonely - but for everyday life? Not so much.
I understand learning to count, and problem solving, but unless you want to be a mathematician (and I don't know why you would) or a high school maths teacher (if you do you are insane) - the rest is 99% of the time, useless.
And what's this calculator Vs. none calculator business? You can pretty much guarantee that outside exams I will use a calculator for every maths question I come up against - and if I don't have a calculator? I don't to the maths equation. Why? Because I have better things to do with my time than sit for an hour staring blankly at a page of numbers because even my sub-conscience thinks it's pointless and has blocked out the memory of me trying to learn how to answer the question.
While I'm picking on school subjects lets have a look at physics shall we. Because really Physics is just fancy maths. No physics, no. Go sit down in the corner - no one likes you. Except maybe Physicists, but why would you trust them? Then chose to become Physicists, obviously they are wrong in the head...
And for the record! My sister wanted to do triple science for a GCSE option right? If you do triple you get three GCSE's, if not you get two. But because the school wasn't happy with the control it already had, it decided to take away her 'options' (I use the term options loosely) by saying that to have to take a language - this filled up one of her oh so few slots.
Now okay, French might advance your career or get you better pay but sometimes it doesn't (and frankly there isn't a French teacher who doesn't scare me a little) and isn't the point of 'options' just that? It's OPTIONAL.
She was so upset with this. It's not fair. What if it stops her doing what she wants because she wasn't able to get that last science GCSE?
The high school system never ceases to amaze me to be honest. As long as it makes them look good it doesn't matter what we think, does it?
And the teachers and uniform? That's a whole other rant.
Kebby x
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