Reports . . .

I hate zem. That's todays daily discovery. I hate reports. Twice a year we receive that ominous A4 sized envelope with marsden's crest in the top right hand corner. My Dad always reads mine first since he's the mail mogul (it's a pun I think). Then with his trusty pencil which is permanently in his pocket he goes through it. Underlining key words and making little comments. Then he brings it to me. You see with reports teachers can't actually say their true feelings. If they did it's likely that the kids parents would sue and that would be the end of that teachers career. So they have to be ever so shneaky. It's what they don't say.

This annoys me. Firstly why can't they just come out and say it instead of being so well.....shneaky? Just say that Camilla needs to shut up. In Chemistry I talk a lot. Probably too much. In my report the only thing that my teacher said about this was 'Camilla talks a lot'. If she'd said Camilla needs to shut up. Then the message would have been received. Instead now my parents and me are just thinking that I'm an active member of the class that's why I talk a lot. Then there's maths. It almost made me cry. It was very, very harsh. Camilla knows her weaknesses. Some positive reinforcement would have been nice.... Anyway I'm not just talking about my report I'm talking about reports in general.

They come with a sick as marsden green cover it's the same one every year. Then I always find after reading it I really don't know anything more. I haven't been enlightened. It seems like just a reassurance for parents or an excuse for them to ground you. Since after all the reports are highly subjective if you have a teacher who doesn't like you then this is reflected in your report. I'm feeling that my maths teacher really does not like me...

End of message REPORTS suck and what a waste of paper and postage! If the school didn't send out reports we might already have our new gym. Think about that.

In two and a half hours I will be gone from my home. In 4 hours I'll be gone from Wellington and in 7 hours I'll be on my way to China. 13 hour flight later and I'll be inhaling (or suffocating on) the polluted Beijing air. It's weird I've known I'm going to China for ages but only now is it sinking it. Retarded right? But it's so true I just pushed it so far ahead of me it was just a little tweensy tiny blot on the horizon. Between it and me were internals and practice externals and of course business plan presentations. Now it's here. Somehow I don't think I'll be able to blog in China. Firstly hunting down some over crowded Internet cafe every day is way too much effort and of course theres the whole communist nation with mega Internet controls. My blog may be a little too controversial. I think I'll probably have withdrawal symptoms.

In 24 days I'll be back with lots of hot piccys.

Still comment please! And Megan I know you've been lurking and your probably the only person reading this (comment if she's not) make an account to comment! It'll make me feel so loved. I can feel it wherever I am when someone if commenting it's a gift some would say.....

Ciao for Now