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In the last few days I’ve been afflicted with a wave of nostalgia for grade six. I’m not sure what did it. Actually, I know what did it, but I don’t get how it works. I was typing something about forced labour, and then I remembered that year we did so much hard labour that on one occasion my hands were left injured and bleeding (but don’t worry, I volunteered!), and then for some reason I thought, “Wow, I miss those days…”

See, I told you it didn’t make sense.

Grade six really was awesome, though. My best friend and I were determined to be different. Whatever everyone else did, we had to do the opposite. We were hyperactive and creative and we did what we wanted. We took an admirable attitude to everything we did: do everything you’re told to do, and do it to the best of your ability. I’m sure a lot of my teachers would appreciate it if I still had this attitude now. Read More »


I haven’t actually meant to go 2+ weeks without updating this thing. Believe it or not I’ve actually worked on four drafts in that time, I just never got anywhere close to finishing any of them. Actually, I got pretty close to finishing one of them, but it was too long and not as interesting as it should have been to justify its length, so I didn’t write a conclusion and I didn’t post it. That’s the way it is.

I’ve been kind of busy with schoolwork recently. I mean, not so busy that I couldn’t have written an entry. I could probably have written an entry every day if I’d had the inclination. It’s not like there’s any shortage of things to whinge about. My Chinese Revolutions coursebook in which half the dates are wrong and some of the questions asked are ridiculous (“What new words have you learned this week? Write them and their definitions.”), my laptop which has suddenly decided to hate me, making progress on last year’s NaNoWriMo effort only to get distracted again, people’s disproportionate and irrational fear of swine flu…

The problem is that none of those topics are really inspiring me right now. Read More »

Last week I received a detention from my school for arriving late three times. I had actually been late more like six or seven times, but my school kept changing the late book before I could collect three lates in the one book. Unluckily they hadn’t changed the book between my previous two lates and last week, so I got the detention. Although in my defence, I haven’t been late to a single class all year — only homeroom “team meetings”. And much as my vice-principal protests otherwise, homeroom “team meetings” are complete wastes of time; we never do anything there, and vital information is certainly never “disseminated” like my vice-principal deludes herself into thinking it is.

Anyway, that’s not the point. The point is that this afternoon, I had to attend detention to punish me for my lateness. Not that I minded that much. To be honest, detention isn’t much of a deterrent. I mean, what is it? It’s staying back 40 minutes after school in a relatively comfortable room, laughing in amusement at the disputes between your fellow detainees and the supervising teacher, and when that fails you can do some homework without being distracted by all the wonderful tools of procrastination in your house. I stay back at school later than that willingly on a semi-regular basis. Why would I care about detention?

Unfortunately my school was way ahead of me. For this day, the only day I’ve ever had a detention, the supervising teacher happened to be trialling a new method of punishment for “detention kids”: community service. Read More »