31. Another rant on school.

I know, I know, it sounds like I’m always complaining about something.
You’ll have to take my word for it when I say I’m not like that in real life, complaints are just generally the easiest things to write about.
Plus, for some unfathomable reason, people seem to enjoy reading rants.
Go figure.

We’re doing a small business unit at school and we’re required to form small groups and run an actual business. That is: make a business plan, implement it and hopefully earn a profit in just under three weeks. Which, being ninth graders, we all think is a ridiculous expectation, but it’s difficult to argue with a task worth 35% of our semester’s total.
We were given two periods this morning to decide on what our business was and prepare a draft of our business plan (ours ended up about six pages long) ready for our teacher to check over.
The draft included our business name, aim, the image we’d like to present, the roles allocated to group members, products, pricing, location, promotion, a SWOT analysis and a few pages worth of words I couldn’t quite understand, but wrote down all the same.

Our next period was supposed to be maths, but Friend One and I had just remembered a project due later on during the day for our research science class that we had completely neglected. We quite literally got on our knees and begged our maths teacher (it wasn’t nearly as creepy as I make it sound; she’s one of those teachers you can joke around with) to let us skip the class and work on it. She took a minute to laugh at us, then agreed. Friend Two who was also a part of this project managed to get out of her humanities lesson to join us.

We didn’t have enough time to get it done, so we were forced to give up our lunch as well to finish it off. But that was our own fault, so we can hardly complain. Still, we managed to write up an eight page report on the experiment we’d spent a few weeks working on. Just as the bell rang for us to head to class, we hit the print button, and thought we were set. But as it happened, the printer in that building wasn’t working, so we ran across the school to a different wing to see if we could quickly print it there.

Friend Two was in a particulary panicky mood, and thought it would be a good idea to jump from the top of some stairs to the bottom in order to reach the building faster. It was not a good idea.
Friend Two fell over and hurt herself. It was bad enough to bring a gush of blood from both her knees, but not quite bad enough to stop her from laughing at herself. And when she started laughing, we followed suit.
So while Friend One accompanied Friend Two to the nurses office, I made another attempt at printing our report.

Naturally, the particular printer we ran for had a paper jam today that the tech department hadn’t been able to fix.

Most of the day was stressful, hectic and involved a lot of swearing on our part but in the end we all managed to get to class more or less in one piece, more or less on time, and handed in the report. It was a huge relief.

We didn’t have to go to school on Monday or Tuesday, but the week had never felt so long.

Thank God it’s Friday.