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We Don't Need No Education (Yes, we all know the joke by now, LET'S MOVE ON.)
mood: 
angry
angrymusic: Ashtray Heart, Placebo
Well. Sometimes I just don't know why I try.
I mean really. 'Cause school is beginning to become something I despise, which it never used to be- at least, not to the extent that I would gladly miss seeing my friends rather than go in.
Stress is expected in Year 11, of course, I'm hardly naive enough to think otherwise. But you're supposed to be able to just about stand it enough to attend, and not loathe every single moment in the full, soulless place.
The reasons for my current rage are threefold:
1. I had a Maths exam today, which in itself wasn't so bad. Maths is fine. I come close to enjoying it. It's the expectations of the other teachers I cannot fathom. We were expected to do a freaking Physics write up this morning, despite the fact the Science department have been told time upon time by Maths to "Fuck off until January you self centred little shits." I'm paraphrasing, obviously. But I live in hope.
2. I have the worst day of the week tomorrow. I could never get the hang of Thursdays. I start with the worst, Music, which is the cruelest and most unusual form of torture known to man. Mr Regler, the sanctimonious little prick, will have a go at me for not attending the not-compulsory-but-really-it's-a-prison Orchestra he holds on a Monday. I'll have my cello lesson, which is nice, but I have no time to practice so I look fucking awful. Then French, which is soul crushing in an entirely deferent way. It simply bores you into submission, to the point where you start to count the number of times you hear one of the builders speak, or make up back stories for the teachers. It's like fucking Eastenders but with fewer explosions.
3. I have been shown that it's not going to get better. I have to pick my A-Levels in January, which is exciting and terrifying in of itself, but I don't know what to choose. Everyone else seems to have planned out their lives to the nearest week- graduate medical school at 21, get married at 28, have children by 30 (though somewhat ominously, the birth of children appears to be the cut off point where their lives end and their voluntary slavery to the shitting, crying, screaming little sods begins.) But I have no idea what to do. I have no practical sense of what to do with my life. I enjoy things that don't really create a stable working atmosphere, and maybe that's OK, but my teachers sure as hell won't see it like that. A I can hope for is to get into somewhere interesting for Uni, to find some form of direction.
Except, according to some, I won't. Students in the minds of many are reckless, childish and lazy, and to a certain extent this is true- but we're all like it. It's not an exclusively student trait, when you get your degree you don't suddenly fuse into a pair of corduroy trousers and start worrying about housing prices.
So it pisses me off just a teensy little bit when papers like (yes, the subject that all my posts come round to eventually) the Daily Mail attempt to demonise the efforts of a peaceful protest by portraying the students participating in the event as violent, and not only that, widen the gap between the police and the public.
Papers like this. They make me angry. Feeding off fear and not caring what they destroy in the process. A swollen, bloated mess of a publication.
But there is hope. Hope in humour, my friends, because this paper, the third largest in Britain, is utterly ridiculous. You can read it <a href="http://http://www.dailymail.co.uk/n
FEAR the youths, as they protest whilst having the cheek to wear hoods!
GASP as you see proof positive that a protester was "seemingly wearing a policeman's hat." Was it REALLY there? Or was it a cunning trick by the young student, attempting to hide their wrong doing?
BE AMAZED as the DM discovers the new found police strategy of "undercover officers", and be angered when they look "scruffy."
ADMIRE the quality articles recommended in the "Femail" sidebar (including hard hitting content such as TOWIE and whether a perfect wife dresses to please her husband) and find it in no way demeaning!
MARVEL at the Daily Mail's ability to recognise the mask from V from Vendetta and how they seem to think it's a documentary!
I digress. The point I am trying to make is as follows: how are we supposed to motivate kids if they see themselves constantly demonised in the press? We're knife wielding thugs until we're addicted to the Internet until we're stealing from the state. I struggle to find a reason to come into school now, why would I want to pay to be ridiculed by the right wing press.
When are Daily Mail readers going to realise that it's people like them who are the problem?
