I have decided to write an 'explanation' of my week. 

You may think the week starts on Sunday (or Monday) but this week starts on Wednesday.

Wednesday:
First day of School for 2010. Ew. I bus into town at 8:11am. I'm usually late for stuff, and I could just picture myself walking in and everyone looking. But not this year!

Definitely not, I was 45 minutes early. D:

45 minutes later Josh turns up.

Everyone walks to 'Majestic House' which is a shit hole.

Everyone walks back to school.

Me and Josh run off to Starbucks.

Josh buys a pack of strawberry gum, and gives me some.

We have to walk back to Majestic house to watch a guy with no legs give an motivational talk. It was alright, but I wasn't very motivated.

Go home.

Thursday:

Go into school at the normal time.

Find out we're meeting all the teachers (along with the new kids) even though we already know them.

Josh buys some strawberry gum and is generous enough to give me some (a lot) of it.

They make us do stupid and irrelevant activities. First up we have to make flags of how we see the world in twenty years. Me and Josh cut out every picture of devastation we find in the newspaper and glue it onto our flag.

Next we go down to the Basement building. It is a similar scene to that of a night club, music pounds and lights flash. They get us to play a 'game' where we walk round in a huge crowd, trying to mask who starts walking first and who stops walking first. Then we play a 'repeat-the-clap-after-me-or-else' game.

After that we go to another floor and are taught a haka. After performing it about a million times, we are told to either draw a picture of our identities or make a playdoh mold of our identities.

Next floor is nice, all the teachers do is talk for an hour and give us a quiz to do about themselves.

Best part of the day was when my mum got me the AWESOMEST wallet ever that looks like a envelope! I'll take a picture and put it up sometime.

Friday:
I drag myself to school thinking, "Great, get ready for more McPhail".

More rotations of the teachers. This time they make us go on a treasure hunt around town. Then they get us to walk to the Botanical gardens, which is miles away. My toes are rubbed raw by my shoes. When we get to the botanical gardens they tell us to walk back.

After some tough negotiating with Josh he gives me a piece of strawberry gum.

The next floor is the most horrible ever, we have the stupid debate about rules. One of the teachers gets us to play a game of Simon Says. I was very close to strangling him.

The last floor we visit isn't too bad, except that it is rigged up like some Army Survival Course, with mats on the floor and Ropes hanging from the ceiling.

Lucky for us they don't make us use them!

Had our ID card pictures taken. Mine was horrible. Of course.

Dragged myself home. And died.

That was my school week.


ARRRRGGHHHH, It was HORRIBLE! (Kill me now)

Today I had to order my school stationery online. Note that it's spelt STATIONERY, not STATIONARY. Fascinating, I know.

I found it really, really difficult though... For some reason I have no idea what all that stuff is called. My knowledge consists of the following:

Book,
Pen,
Pencil.

That's about it... I know what the stuff looks like, but never the names! Like the things with plastic pages, the book things with metal in the and you put paper in them and then click it, little tab things that you put in stuff.

Fail, Felicity. Fail.

Today I'm going into school. (and yes it is the holidays)

I can't wait to see my family at Christmas! 

:)

Dog Loaf! (Will always be cuter than cat loaf.)

Today I went for a walk. In the gardens. There were lots of flowers.

I also got my hair cut. I don't think the lady who did it had ever seen scissors in her life.

It's not that bad...

Life has been very repetitive. Go to school. Starbucks. Chocolate. Avoiding the Slimey Eel. South City. Home.

No more Starbucks for a week!

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Life is seriously horrible at the moment.

I miss my brothers and dad and even step mum so much.

<<< That's one of my little brothers... I look horrible in every single picture, so I'm not adding any more.

Why can't they live in Christchurch?!

My mum was saying maybe if I wanted I could move up there... but I really wouldn't want to leave her and my school and stuff. I'd be stuck in a tiny town going to a crummy school... NO.

But I know if they moved down here they'd probably miss the 'whanau' (family)... and all their friends. I'd be happy, but they'd probably be miserable.

I'm never going to win.

I'm probably going to go up and visit them for Christmas, and spend my birthday with my mum.

Me and Tahu (my brother) played the maori version of 'tag'. Not that different, but instead of saying 'tag' like normal people do, we say 'pa'. I'm so much faster then him it's so funny!

And guessss what! There's a Tori Amos concert in Sydney, and we happen to have a free ticket to Sydney... !! Only one though, so I'd have to go on my own. It's even at the Opera House, WOW! I'll have to stay with relatives and all that but it's SO WORTH IT!