Speaking of horrible chem labs, our class had so many. I took chem 2 years ago and our labs were always messed up. Our teacher was really old and has been working there for like 50 years and he never really taught us and he would usually leave throughout our lab period. And I burned myself on 2 seperate occasions.
Something always happened during lab. One group was the quiet kids who just sat there doing the lab, then it was the girl group (my group) and then another group of guys that pretty much did whatever and set anything they could get on fire. One time I asked the teacher if we could burn these glass tubes and then you can bend them into all different shapes. Well, the glass tipped over onto my thumb and burned. That hurt a lot haha.
And then during one lab we had to do something where we filled one glass container with some gas and put it on top of an empty glass container, and then we had to stick a burning stick thing into it. So my teacher told me to put 2 gas filled containers together. Good idea. And no one in my group wanted to light it, so I was like "I guess I'll do it." And my entire class came over to watch. So I light it, and I remember seeing like a layer of fire shoot out of the containers and come at me. And then it was gone. And I like immediately jumped back and it burned my hand. Not severely or anything, but it was red, and all the little hairs on it burned off. And my group was like "omg, are you ok? that was so scary." And all the guys were like, "Can we try that?" haha And I was just like "Wow, that was awesome!" It was scary, but looking back on it, it was pretty intense. And good thing it didn't get really burned. And my teacher was just like, "Put it under cold water." haha figures. O well, it was interesting!
In other news, I managed to lose several layers of skin from my left middle finger while carrying my tv up two flights of stairs back to my room today and it stings like a bitch.
I'm a touch typer at 120wpm and i feel all unco 'cause using that finger hurts and your left middle finger is an important finger. It's not like the left thumb where you can get away with not using it as long as you have a right thumb, you know.
It's going to take weeks for the skin to grow back and changing the bandaid is excrutiatingly painful 'cause the fresh layers are sticking to the gauze.
CALL THE FUCKING ELECTION JOHN HOWARD. IT'S OCTOBER TOMORROW FOR FUCKS SAKE. DELAYING THE ANNOUNCEMENT IS NOT GOING TO HELP YOUR CHANCE AT WINNING THIS ELECTION GODDAMNIT. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT YOU'RE GOING TO LOSE AND CALL IT.
Everyone thinks kangaroos are these nice, cute, bouncy little animals but they're evil, massive, fuckers.
I know! I remember when I was a kid me and my family were going up to somewhere in the country (Maybe Adelaide? *Shudders*) and yeah, anyway, we were driving in the dark and a FUCKING KANGAROO JUMPED ON THE FUCKING ROOF OF THE CAR! Scariest shit ever. But yeah, Kangaroo meat is delicious.
Oh yeah, and I'd like to complain about the fact that I'm always getting blamed for stuff I didn't do. So fucking annoying.
It annoys me how everyone I know seems to think it's somehow cruel to be eating Kangaroo sausages and stuff (By the way, they AREN'T vegetarians, so they think it's fine to be eating anything but Kangaroo).
^^ I've never tried Kangaroo... I feel like I should. I did have Crocodile and it's much nicer than you'd think!
QUOTE (God @ Sep 30 2007, 02:39 PM)
CALL THE FUCKING ELECTION JOHN HOWARD. IT'S OCTOBER TOMORROW FOR FUCKS SAKE. DELAYING THE ANNOUNCEMENT IS NOT GOING TO HELP YOUR CHANCE AT WINNING THIS ELECTION GODDAMNIT. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT YOU'RE GOING TO LOSE AND CALL IT. (I love elections)
Didn't someone slip the date the other day, saying it will be the last weekend in November?? They were talking about the final tonight and somehow it was slipped... I wish I could remember who but i'd just taken a Zyrtec so I was half-asleep
^^ I've never tried Kangaroo... I feel like I should. I did have Crocodile and it's much nicer than you'd think! Didn't someone slip the date the other day, saying it will be the last weekend in November?? They were talking about the final tonight and somehow it was slipped... I wish I could remember who but i'd just taken a Zyrtec so I was half-asleep
Yeah, Peter Costello apparently slipped something so the media are guessing that's when it might be (and based on how fucking long the son of a bitch has left naming a date that would probably be the earliest date - if they go into December they're going the fuck down) but there's no definite date.
complaints - ...i only get 2 weeks holidays... [obviously i don't have that much to complain about]
go for school for 11 weeks and only get 2 weeks holidays??? doesn't make much sense to me... oh well, i should probably be happy i get any holidays at all...
The bitch of a teacher who organises university applications at my school deserves to be shot. I really want to kill her. She may have just screwed up my chances of getting into Cambridge.
You have to submit a separate application form for Cambridge university, which I sent off for ages ago to get myself organised. Then this teacher, Mrs Connick (learn her name and burn voodoo dolls in her honour, if you can) told me to swap with her form because mine was a little creased. which I stupidly did.
So now, the day before I have to hand the form into my school to be sent off, my mum notices that the dates are wrong on the form I've been given - it's for the previous year, and is therefore completely void for this application. And it's a Sunday, so there's nothing I can do about it until tomorrow, which is my deadline anyway. I'm utterly fucked.
AND to make matters worse, I can't even reclaim my old form because Mrs Connick's given it to this wanker in my year who didn't get his arse in gear early enough, and didn't have a form of his own. I already hate this boy because he's spilled acid on my hands in many chemistry lessons, and he talks to my chest instead of my face. And he argues with me on everything, for no reason whatsoever. I might pluck out his eyeballs at school tomorrow.
So basically, I now feel sick, am hyperventilating a little, and want to cry. :'(
The bitch of a teacher who organises university applications at my school deserves to be shot. I really want to kill her. She may have just screwed up my chances of getting into Cambridge.
You have to submit a separate application form for Cambridge university, which I sent off for ages ago to get myself organised. Then this teacher, Mrs Connick (learn her name and burn voodoo dolls in her honour, if you can) told me to swap with her form because mine was a little creased. which I stupidly did.
So now, the day before I have to hand the form into my school to be sent off, my mum notices that the dates are wrong on the form I've been given - it's for the previous year, and is therefore completely void for this application. And it's a Sunday, so there's nothing I can do about it until tomorrow, which is my deadline anyway. I'm utterly fucked.
AND to make matters worse, I can't even reclaim my old form because Mrs Connick's given it to this wanker in my year who didn't get his arse in gear early enough, and didn't have a form of his own. I already hate this boy because he's spilled acid on my hands in many chemistry lessons, and he talks to my chest instead of my face. And he argues with me on everything, for no reason whatsoever. I might pluck out his eyeballs at school tomorrow.
So basically, I now feel sick, am hyperventilating a little, and want to cry. :'(
Alie don't worry dear! Do what wolfie says and be there real early. Hopefully you'll be able to get the form and fill it and deliver it on time, you'll see. But remember, if you need someone to get you something from someplace that's already closed, tell the whole story and be super-nice and you'll see that no one can say no to helping you.
Untill tomorrow, don't worry too much about it (don't let it keep you from sleeping for example) because there's a thing that i always keep in mind in those sittuations "there are two kinds of problems: the ones that can be resolved on their own and the ones that have no solution". Hopefully, yours is the first one
There has got to be someone you can contact. There's always some nice old woman at the University with whom you can talk (it's just a matter of finding her). I'm sure application fuck-ups happen all the time and, if you're a good student (which you are) and if it's not your fault (which it isn't), they should know better than to let an awesome applicant be lost because of a slight deadline mishap.
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Speaking of horrible chem labs, our class had so many. I took chem 2 years ago and our labs were always messed up. Our teacher was really old and has been working there for like 50 years and he never really taught us and he would usually leave throughout our lab period. And I burned myself on 2 seperate occasions.
Something always happened during lab. One group was the quiet kids who just sat there doing the lab, then it was the girl group (my group) and then another group of guys that pretty much did whatever and set anything they could get on fire. One time I asked the teacher if we could burn these glass tubes and then you can bend them into all different shapes. Well, the glass tipped over onto my thumb and burned. That hurt a lot haha.
And then during one lab we had to do something where we filled one glass container with some gas and put it on top of an empty glass container, and then we had to stick a burning stick thing into it. So my teacher told me to put 2 gas filled containers together. Good idea. And no one in my group wanted to light it, so I was like "I guess I'll do it." And my entire class came over to watch. So I light it, and I remember seeing like a layer of fire shoot out of the containers and come at me. And then it was gone. And I like immediately jumped back and it burned my hand. Not severely or anything, but it was red, and all the little hairs on it burned off. And my group was like "omg, are you ok? that was so scary." And all the guys were like, "Can we try that?" haha And I was just like "Wow, that was awesome!" It was scary, but looking back on it, it was pretty intense. And good thing it didn't get really burned. And my teacher was just like, "Put it under cold water." haha figures. O well, it was interesting!
edit: wow, sorry, that was a really long post
I'm a touch typer at 120wpm and i feel all unco 'cause using that finger hurts and your left middle finger is an important finger. It's not like the left thumb where you can get away with not using it as long as you have a right thumb, you know.
It's going to take weeks for the skin to grow back and changing the bandaid is excrutiatingly painful 'cause the fresh layers are sticking to the gauze.
Make it stop
edit: yay! now it's 4!
(I love elections)
I know! I remember when I was a kid me and my family were going up to somewhere in the country (Maybe Adelaide? *Shudders*) and yeah, anyway, we were driving in the dark and a FUCKING KANGAROO JUMPED ON THE FUCKING ROOF OF THE CAR! Scariest shit ever. But yeah, Kangaroo meat is delicious.
Oh yeah, and I'd like to complain about the fact that I'm always getting blamed for stuff I didn't do. So fucking annoying.
I've never tried Kangaroo... I feel like I should. I did have Crocodile and it's much nicer than you'd think!
(I love elections)
Didn't someone slip the date the other day, saying it will be the last weekend in November??
They were talking about the final tonight and somehow it was slipped... I wish I could remember who but i'd just taken a Zyrtec so I was half-asleep
I've never tried Kangaroo... I feel like I should. I did have Crocodile and it's much nicer than you'd think!
Didn't someone slip the date the other day, saying it will be the last weekend in November??
They were talking about the final tonight and somehow it was slipped... I wish I could remember who but i'd just taken a Zyrtec so I was half-asleep
Yeah, Peter Costello apparently slipped something so the media are guessing that's when it might be (and based on how fucking long the son of a bitch has left naming a date that would probably be the earliest date - if they go into December they're going the fuck down) but there's no definite date.
PS Go Melbourne!
Complaints = I can't vote + Hayfever
Oooh and I'm quite excited about going to Melbourne! But I'm also really sorry that you won't be there, God
go for school for 11 weeks and only get 2 weeks holidays??? doesn't make much sense to me... oh well, i should probably be happy i get any holidays at all...
You have to submit a separate application form for Cambridge university, which I sent off for ages ago to get myself organised. Then this teacher, Mrs Connick (learn her name and burn voodoo dolls in her honour, if you can) told me to swap with her form because mine was a little creased. which I stupidly did.
So now, the day before I have to hand the form into my school to be sent off, my mum notices that the dates are wrong on the form I've been given - it's for the previous year, and is therefore completely void for this application. And it's a Sunday, so there's nothing I can do about it until tomorrow, which is my deadline anyway. I'm utterly fucked.
AND to make matters worse, I can't even reclaim my old form because Mrs Connick's given it to this wanker in my year who didn't get his arse in gear early enough, and didn't have a form of his own. I already hate this boy because he's spilled acid on my hands in many chemistry lessons, and he talks to my chest instead of my face. And he argues with me on everything, for no reason whatsoever. I might pluck out his eyeballs at school tomorrow.
So basically, I now feel sick, am hyperventilating a little, and want to cry.
:'(
hopefully they can do somthing tomos?
dont give up 100% just yet yeah..
Good luck girlie.
i love you my dear... i'm hoping for the very best!!!!
Wolfie - that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to get this sorted. if I have to, I'll get the train up to Cambridge myself to get a new form.
And I'm going to drench the afore-mentioned wanker in something corrosive in out chemistry lesson.
You have to submit a separate application form for Cambridge university, which I sent off for ages ago to get myself organised. Then this teacher, Mrs Connick (learn her name and burn voodoo dolls in her honour, if you can) told me to swap with her form because mine was a little creased. which I stupidly did.
So now, the day before I have to hand the form into my school to be sent off, my mum notices that the dates are wrong on the form I've been given - it's for the previous year, and is therefore completely void for this application. And it's a Sunday, so there's nothing I can do about it until tomorrow, which is my deadline anyway. I'm utterly fucked.
AND to make matters worse, I can't even reclaim my old form because Mrs Connick's given it to this wanker in my year who didn't get his arse in gear early enough, and didn't have a form of his own. I already hate this boy because he's spilled acid on my hands in many chemistry lessons, and he talks to my chest instead of my face. And he argues with me on everything, for no reason whatsoever. I might pluck out his eyeballs at school tomorrow.
So basically, I now feel sick, am hyperventilating a little, and want to cry.
:'(
Alie don't worry dear! Do what wolfie says and be there real early. Hopefully you'll be able to get the form and fill it and deliver it on time, you'll see. But remember, if you need someone to get you something from someplace that's already closed, tell the whole story and be super-nice and you'll see that no one can say no to helping you.
Untill tomorrow, don't worry too much about it (don't let it keep you from sleeping for example) because there's a thing that i always keep in mind in those sittuations "there are two kinds of problems: the ones that can be resolved on their own and the ones that have no solution". Hopefully, yours is the first one
Good luck