[	Tags	|	college, cooper, dickwads, letter, orpington, steve	]
[	Current Location	|	home	]
[	Current Mood	|	determined	]
[	Current Music	|	fountains of wayne - hey julie	]

Dear Mr Cooper,

In response to your letter dated 20^th March ’08, I would just like to say that I somehow highly doubt that you have read the letter you kindly sent to me two days before Easter, judging from your cordial behaviour to me since. In addition to this I protest that I do not believe I have been given a first notice regarding attendance; I have been yellow-slipped (three times by the same teacher in the space of six weeks which rings alarm bells in my mind at least) for issues regarding homework; my mother and I have both contacted the college since then with valid points in my defence and they have not been acknowledged – in fact I suspect the teacher in question has not even been informed of the complaint. My absences in the past three weeks have been a result of a concussion swiftly followed by a hairline fracture in my wrist – both unfortunate, one might go so far as to say careless, but not my fault. My general absence and lack of commitment to studies is a result of ongoing personal issues which I have no particular desire to discuss at this time and which have been breezily overlooked again and again by my tutor. Though there is obviously no law demanding that every teacher should be found to be well-versed in the inner workings of a teenage girl’s mind, it is remarkable to me that somebody could progress so far in life, and an English teacher no less, without having a reasonable grasp of paralinguistics, let alone simple linguistics.

Obviously you must proceed as you see fit, Although I would not presume to suggest that I would be better than Orpington College staff at doing their job, it is hard to see how I could be worse, as I at least would take, if not a wholly humanistic approach, then an approach which at least acknowledges the fact that its clientele are, in general, human.

Shove it up your arse Yours respectfully,

Roberta Parry


done and done *nods*

[	Tags	|	luke - 2 years on	]
[	Current Mood	|	a little afraid	]
[	Current Music	|	elton john - i guess that's why they call it the blues	]

Well. I told my tutor about Luke, properly. And now he won't look at me and I can't trust him and I need to find a new tutorly crutch. Well, fuck Alva. He only lasted about 3 weeks anyway. Alison saw me through from Octoberish to re-enrollment last year!

Regarding OTHER events of last week, I'm being philosophical :)
Sometimes you just have to laugh
Hysterically, but it still counts
It DOES.

I wish Luke would stop hanging out with Martin! :s
It confuses me -_-
For those of you who don't know, Luke is an angry 41 year-old and Martin is a classmate.

Is that how pathetic I am? Don't wobble my universe, nobody has that right.
Yesterday I was on a bus to Orpington, after waiting for nearly half an hour for a 61. I saw a friendly face, and suddenly I'd jumped off the bus and was running, but the friendly face had disappeared. I was able to choke it down, carry on to my destination and test the acidity of sand (which is in fact not particularly acidic at all), but it scares me because it makes me think that even when I'm feeling okay, I'm not. It's just me lying to myself.

no, i'll show them


no leaving the house
i'll get futurama tomorrow or the next day
i could watch it forever
and never have to leave my bedroom except for water from the bathroom 
i'd probably lose some weight as well
'fit and healthy' hmph 
i'll show them all
toss down compliments like scraps from the table
I DON'T CARE
until everyone thinks I do
when I get angry
and they laugh even harder
they wont even look until its too late

insane babbles
who doesnt love THEM??