NintenDan's Random Article 2

Hullo. Hullo there. NintenDan here, writing the second issue of my NARA series. Good fun, so enough talk, let's get stuck into it.

My activity at the DS Ultimate Forums hasn't been it's best as of recent, and this article will explain why I haven't been here, and why I may just not be on three days straight. The problem? School. Why? It's annoying. So here's how it went...

First day back at school, and I got all the subjects I picked. Little did I know it wasn't all dandy wandy as I thought it was going to be. Turned out, this one particular class I had (and thought would be good) was not very fun at all. So to the office I marched in a frenzy of changing subjects. Rather than to change my subjects then and there I was given a form to have my parents sign because apparently our parents are involved in our decisions, which I fully comprehed. It's just they could've gave us earlier warning... bloody school.

I got the form signed by my parents, and a few teachers (the current class and the class I wanted to switch into) and waited at the office for 30 minutes for a subject change. I got in, and changed from the misleading class into a class which I now thoroughly enjoy. But alas, the subjects that I have today weren't what I was given back then. I changed one class, but the stupid Deputy Principal (alongside the actual Principal halfway through the change) forced me into changing into a class called Maths C. I'd give it a shot I figured and off I went. After the change the next class was appropiately Maths C, the class I just got stuck in. After a single lesson (35 minutes, with a double being 70) I was very dissatisfied. I hated it. What's that, teacher? You want to know which circles I colour in if you say A or B? Shove your circles up your arse, because this class looks like bullshit to me.

I had came to the conclusion that I did NOT like Maths C. I wanted to change, which meant another pain staking wait in the badly run school office. It was a 10 - 20 minute wait this time, but was 30 minutes overall in-office time. But before I tell you the story, I have to explain to you the Australian Education System:

AUSTRALIAN EDUCATION SYSTEM:

OP: I dunno if this is in America and the such too, but there is a thing called an Overall Position. This is simply, a test that let's Universities see which kids are the smartest, and depending on your OP, the more University classes you'll be offered. Get the gist? Probably not, so I'll explain more. An OP is a number ranging from 1 - 24, with 1 being best. Your grades in each class, alongside some test determine your OP score. So you could get a C in a class but if everybody fails, you're score in that class would look better in a class where every kid got an A. It's a @#$%ed up system, it truly is. However, to get this OP, you need to do certain subjects. If I got out of Maths C, I wouldn't be OP eligible and the school wanted me to do one because I'm supposedly "smart". Problem is, an OP only lasts for ONE YEAR, and I didn't want to go to Uni directly after school. I've already started other options for my future, but I won't tell you about those.

Back to the story, the school wanted me to go for an OP, but I declined and said no. I didn't want one. I made it my goal to walk out Maths C-less. Which meant a no bullcrap attitude to begin with. So I put it on, and walzted back in the office for a third time. Waited a good 20 minutes, got in, and explained my ordeal. The Deputy Principal (no Principal!) was not happy to say the least. Nor was he impressed. I had only been in there for 35 minutes and now I wanted out. He said okay at the end, but wanted to send me to the Guidance Officer. BEEEEEP. BEEEEEP. That was the sound of my "Bullcrap Alarm" ringing in my head, so I replied "But I don't want to sit in the office AGAIN". He chickened out or something, I don't really know. I wasn't that fearsome, or perhaps it was my Odour de Nuggets I was wearing at the time. Either way, I got out of Maths C and into the computer class I originally had! YEE HAW!

Just when you're thinking "Geez, NintenDan, you've been so busy. No wonder you haven't been active. I will consider donating all my rupees to you!", well there was more to be done. The school's P&C committee (Parents and Citizens) made the decision to make all boys wear blue pants with the sports shirt rather than the usual grey shorts. This is by far the most idiotic thing the school has done. Wearing the blue pants makes all boys look like @#$%ing girls. GIRLS. I know, you're put off the idea too, aren't you. Even if you are a girl.

So now it's either keep mah grey pants, stock up on formal shirts, and die in heat every Monday - Friday because the formal shirt does not breath any air in the fabric it's made out of, or buy some blue pants, and look like a bloody homasexumal. No thanks, no thanks. I think I've decided to go 50/50 with this, so I'll look like a sweay homasexumal now. Great. That'll get the babes, assuming there are any. Seriously, half the chicks are my school are idiots. And to go along with that some have terrible taste in whatever the crap it is they do in their spare time. And some, I swear to gawd, are from some inbred society, that is how STOOPID these people are. And there's this area near me, where every two seconds a girl is more than likely being impregnated. No joke. They're always making out. It's bloody bullshit, too. "Oh, we'll be together forever and ever, Johnno. I'll never let you go". I've got news for you, when Johnno leaves school, he's going to realise what a dumbass he truly was, bloody piss off, change his phone number and name, then move to a @#$%ing new country before you can wrap your needy little hands around his wallet you stupid, stinky and clingy girl.

Aside from my subject trauma and the homasexumual uniform debate, I also got moved out of my CSI class. (It stands for Care, Support & Information; it is the result of the school trying to be hip. It is basically the form class, which lasts for 10 minutes and all the school notices are read while the roll call is being taken). I got moved out of my original class, with all my friends, and slapped into some new CSI class, with the hobo variety of children making up the majority of kids in that class. And all because of two little things: 1) Too many kids were in my grade. 2) They scooped up all the kids at the bottom of each roll, and slapped them in the new CSI class. So essentially, the school "discriminated" me! Alright, a bit of a silly accusation but darn it! I'm-a peeved! I was originally going to try and change CSI classes, but I don't think it's possible. I'm just happy I got all of my subject classes, and that none were tampered with because of too many kiddies. Again, it'll total up to 50 minutes of doing nothing each week, so it's nothing that bad. I'll just be in pure silence for 50 minutes while the rest of my class debates wether or not Papa Tim is going to have a fight with Dumpster Babe Bessy in the school playground this afternoon.

Either way, things are looking up. Classes are good, homework's under control, and I'm having fun with the sanest bunch outta the lot in my school; my buddies. This has been NintenDan, in Another Random Article.

(Wait, perhaps we aren't sane, whereas the other's are, but I see them as insane whereas in truth they are sane but it is I who is not sane. Eh...)