Showing posts with label rants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rants. Show all posts
Sunday, 19 April 2009
ARE YOU READY FOR A WAR?: An Update
So, having been quite tongue in cheek about my moth problem in the previous post, it is now getting beyond a joke. Earlier this evening, I went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Having fended off several of the flying fuckers that attacked me as soon as I entered the room, I managed to start the kettle boiling. While I waited for it to boil, I decided to count the moths that I could see. I reached a number easily over twenty. At this point, they started to fly around and several of them landed on me. Those are the two things that I can't deal with about them: flying around me and landing on me. Hate them so much. >__<
Friday, 17 April 2009
ARE YOU READY FOR A WAR?
Let me tell you all about the war that is currently raging in the Beasley household. This war is built upon the mutual loathing between myself and the ridiculously huge number of moths currently roaming around my house. I hate them because they are stupid bloody creatures that have absolutely no purpose and aren't fit to breathe any of my air. They hate me because I kill them on sight. xP
If I go downstairs in the evenings to make a cup of tea, I am instantly met by at least five of these bastards clinging to the wall of the kitchen. My first thought on seeing this is that it is okay because they are out of the way of what I'm doing. Of course though, as soon as I begin making my tea, these moths take off from the wall and commence flying around me. Part of me wants to commend them for the courage of being able to fly full pelt towards someone who is many many times bigger than them.
The next problem is the actual murder of these pointless things. Most of them fail to die after the first hit and require being actually crushed against a wall using the first blunt object you can find. Once they are dead, you are then faced with the dusty mess they leave on the wall and the blunt object you used to bludgeon the life out of then. As a result, both the kitchen and my room are splattered with the remains of moths. FML.
Having been living alongside and warring with these moths for a few weeks now, I have split them into two groups. There are the ones that stay in their resting place for ages and decided that remaining stationary is the best way to stay alive (which it is), but there are also the ones that fly around and just generally act like twats and think that is the best way to survive (which it isn't).
So, that was my slightly random and weird blog post. Hope you laughed at least a bit.
Tom.
(Kudos to anyone who can name the film that the post title is a quote from.)
If I go downstairs in the evenings to make a cup of tea, I am instantly met by at least five of these bastards clinging to the wall of the kitchen. My first thought on seeing this is that it is okay because they are out of the way of what I'm doing. Of course though, as soon as I begin making my tea, these moths take off from the wall and commence flying around me. Part of me wants to commend them for the courage of being able to fly full pelt towards someone who is many many times bigger than them.
The next problem is the actual murder of these pointless things. Most of them fail to die after the first hit and require being actually crushed against a wall using the first blunt object you can find. Once they are dead, you are then faced with the dusty mess they leave on the wall and the blunt object you used to bludgeon the life out of then. As a result, both the kitchen and my room are splattered with the remains of moths. FML.
Having been living alongside and warring with these moths for a few weeks now, I have split them into two groups. There are the ones that stay in their resting place for ages and decided that remaining stationary is the best way to stay alive (which it is), but there are also the ones that fly around and just generally act like twats and think that is the best way to survive (which it isn't).
So, that was my slightly random and weird blog post. Hope you laughed at least a bit.
Tom.
(Kudos to anyone who can name the film that the post title is a quote from.)
Monday, 6 April 2009
Crap Teachers
Certain lessons at the moment are such a nightmare. My teacher knows all the stuff she needs to teach us really well, is a very knowledgeable person in general and is also very nice as a person. However, she has possibly the worst teaching style I have ever seen. Everything she does is straight out of the teaching textbook, ensuring that every single person in the class knows the techniques and exactly the ways to make them backfire. Most of every lesson is spent making the class stand up and sit down again whilst consistently firing at us every teaching cliché in the book.
That is perhaps the worst part, the clichés. Normally, statements like "it's your own time you're wasting" and "it's your GCSE" are the preserve of the rookie teacher, straight out of teacher training college, who has no past experiences of their own to draw on and has to rely on everything they have been taught, much like us as pupils. But this teacher must have been teaching for around twenty years and she still dwells on these stupid age old techniques that have never got her anywhere before and never will in the future.
In previous years, I would have laughed at teachers this bad, but in the year that I will be taking my final GCSE exams, the building blocks for the rest of my life, I really cannot afford to put up with this kind of sub-standard garbage. I like to think I'm intelligent enough to get a decent grade anyway, but that doesn't stop me being pissed off at how useless the teaching is at the moment.
Hopefully something more happy dappy tomorrow.
Tom.
That is perhaps the worst part, the clichés. Normally, statements like "it's your own time you're wasting" and "it's your GCSE" are the preserve of the rookie teacher, straight out of teacher training college, who has no past experiences of their own to draw on and has to rely on everything they have been taught, much like us as pupils. But this teacher must have been teaching for around twenty years and she still dwells on these stupid age old techniques that have never got her anywhere before and never will in the future.
In previous years, I would have laughed at teachers this bad, but in the year that I will be taking my final GCSE exams, the building blocks for the rest of my life, I really cannot afford to put up with this kind of sub-standard garbage. I like to think I'm intelligent enough to get a decent grade anyway, but that doesn't stop me being pissed off at how useless the teaching is at the moment.
Hopefully something more happy dappy tomorrow.
Tom.
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