Let’s press some words.

I honestly didn’t intend to neglect this blog for a fortnight, but real life kept getting in the way, the silly thing.

That’s why I didn’t get to tell you about about my being in a production of Urinetown, or finding a great place to work at for my mandatory week of work experience, or about the fancy-pants dinner party my Dad organised (with my help) for 350 people that I got all dressed up for, or the Melbourne time-freeze I attended with a friend.

Instead, I’m going to tell you about the parent-teacher interviews I got back from about half an our ago.

I’m in tenth grade, and this is pretty much the year that I have to start taking school seriously. The subjects I selected this year have an actual impact on my University enter score and, ultimately, my future. So no big deal, right? Right?
The only problem is that, when I compare my reports from over the last three years, it’s pretty clear that my standard of work has deteriorated. I went from being a seventh grader with academic awards and Semester Honours to a tenth grader looking for any excuse to skip class.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been on the student council every year since year eight, and I’m still involved in a lot of different school events. I get along relatively well with a lot of the teachers at the school, and after four years here I get along really well with most of the kids that go to this school as well.

In short: As far as schools go, mine is a pretty good one.

So if school’s a good place to be, then we must conclude that the problem, ladies and gentlemen, lies with me.

I find it increasingly difficult to find any sort of motivation when it comes to my education. To put it simply: I just don’t give a **** anymore. I don’t understand it. If it’s teen angst, I hope it passes quickly because I want nothing to do with it.
I intend to someday get degrees in theology and clinical neurology, but the actual process I need to undergo to reach that point bores me to tears. Tests and assignments are important, I know, but they’re just not INTERESTING. I’d much rather spend my class time talking to friends, or attempting to text someone while cleverly concealing my phone.

That being said, luckily for me, I was fortunate enough to get a good set of teachers for my subjects this year. Not only do I like my teachers but, wonder of wonders, they actually seem to like me too. Despite my casual attitude to education, I’ve managed to maintain above average grades across all subjects.

So I was more than willing to take mum to see these teachers today, and got surprisingly great feedback. The only noteworthy comment I received was from my geography teacher, who described me as a “quiet and concientious student” which made me laugh out loud, but I think I managed to pass it off as a “Thank you for the kind praise” kind of gesture rather than the “Are you kidding? I do nothing BUT talk in your classes!” strain of thought I had actually been following.

It honestly was an overwhelmingly positive series of interviews. The only comment that came close to being negative was from my english teacher, who mentioned that my writing was “good but it could be better”, and that’s not too bad, because I absolutely agree. Improving my writing is one of the things I’m hoping to acheive through this blog. When we got home, I’d earned some major brownie points with mum, which is always nice.

Let’s hope I can keep this up.