Alright...So...I didn't do everything I planned this half term, but, I've got to admit I did something better.
On friday, I went to Nottingham to get information on the RAF. I went with my friend, Kieran by train. When we got in, we found ALOT of information. After reading the flyers, I know what I want to do...
I'm going to finish 6th form. Yes, boring I know...but unfortunately I've got to be 18, and 6th form gives me alittle bit of money...And, it looks better for me if I finished it without dropping out.
After, I'm going to be 18...So i'm going to join the RAF. I have a decent level of fitness...So i'll be alright in that sense. I want to go in as an Air-Traffic Controller prefferably, which will give me £32,000 per year, and I'd have to serve for 9 years...but in the end it's a job. If I don't go for that job, I could go in as a Flight Operations assistant, which is £17,000 per year. Alot of money for a 18/19 year old!
Plus, ANY career that shows I have the disipline of the RAF sort of shows that I am a really committed guy. And trustworthy too... I really think this is what I'm supposed to do...After I can go into the Police Force...In all, I'm very sorted, in this sense.
In other news, I had an AMAZING weekend, thanks to my brilliant, amazing girlfriend...Megan :)
This looks like the first step into my proper life. Let's just hope things go well :)
Showing posts with label 6th form. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 6th form. Show all posts
Sunday, 1 November 2009
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
Good mood gone bad
I was in a really good mood earlier. Everything felt pretty damn good. It was abit nippy, yes. I was a little bored, yes...But I had Facebook, and the blog to keep me occupied, and my girlfriend was texting me. At any rate, I was in a good mood.
Then, tonight, simply killed it.
Things got off to a rocky start in 6th form. I got there, on time as usual. Went and waited outside my classroom for the class before to finish. When it did, I went and sat in, and of course waited for the rest to arrive. Usual day.
Of course, I had no idea just how boring that lesson was going to be. Miss Cooke, my Law teacher, began reading some crappy question sheet out. I think I lost track then, seeing as the next thing I remember doing was realising it was halfway through my law lesson, with the teacher still yacking at us about the question sheet in her boring Doncaster tone of voice.
We then went into the computer room. Oh how fun...Not.
I don't ever think I've been as bored as I was there, waiting for my goddamn teacher to tell us we could go for the day. I mean, really...She took forever to finish her crappy meeting. When we did leave I was bored witless on my walk home by myself (For half the journey). But the walk from Scotswood to my house does do that to you. After a while, you just get used to the boringness. It began to rain whilst I was walking home too. Fun. But...this is pretty much where the unfortunate, just turned bad.
I got into the house. No change there. Before I had left this morning I'd left a note to my brother and sister to put the washing from the washing machine into the tumble drier. No biggie, really. But, they can't do that can they. Oh no. Not at all.
Then I looked in the sink. It was FULL of blue water, right to the brim. Upon asking my two siblings what the smeg was going on, they couldn't tell me. Laura, had instead of trying to clean it up, just left it for me to sort it all out. Thanks, Sis.
Of course, I hadn't noticed that the back of the kitchen towards the door was almost entirely flooded with about half a centremetre of water. No. I cleaned that too. Greeaat!
After about half an hour of soaking up water with an old beah towel, mum and dad came home. They decided to give me their bad news. "My debit card has been cancelled, Ryan. It's been cloned. I can't use it until I get a new one"...
Now, at the best of times this is not what you want to hear. The words, Debit card, cloned, and cancelled are never good words to be used in the same sentence.
After this, my brother decided to be abit of a prick. Lately he's been trying to "push me" so to speak. Get a response, make me get annoyed at him, so I lash back. Then he has ammunition to fire back at me, and get me in trouble. I try to ignore him most of the time, but usually it just doesn't work. I can't help but get annoyed.
Towards the end of the night I decided to be a good faithful old boyfriend and ring my girlfriend again. Very kind of me. But, towards the end I did find myself wondering "Hey...what's the point"...
She was talking to me on the phone whilst watching Mock the week on dave. But I think she took priority with dave, seeing as if I asked her a question, I'd have to ask it 4 or 5 times until I got a valid response of any form. When I said I had to go she didn't hear me. I didn't even get a good bye. Shocking :\ I'm beginning to wonder why she watches it whilst on the phone to me. I think, personally, it should be more of a "one or the other" situation. You can't really have both.
To end the day, I had to do the pots. I wasn't in a good mood already. Of course. nothing can go wrong if you wash the pots. Unless you accidently make a plate shatter into well over 200 pieces and cut your foot.
Oh...How I love tuesdays... :\ Tomorrow just can't come fast enough.
Then, tonight, simply killed it.
Things got off to a rocky start in 6th form. I got there, on time as usual. Went and waited outside my classroom for the class before to finish. When it did, I went and sat in, and of course waited for the rest to arrive. Usual day.
Of course, I had no idea just how boring that lesson was going to be. Miss Cooke, my Law teacher, began reading some crappy question sheet out. I think I lost track then, seeing as the next thing I remember doing was realising it was halfway through my law lesson, with the teacher still yacking at us about the question sheet in her boring Doncaster tone of voice.
We then went into the computer room. Oh how fun...Not.
I don't ever think I've been as bored as I was there, waiting for my goddamn teacher to tell us we could go for the day. I mean, really...She took forever to finish her crappy meeting. When we did leave I was bored witless on my walk home by myself (For half the journey). But the walk from Scotswood to my house does do that to you. After a while, you just get used to the boringness. It began to rain whilst I was walking home too. Fun. But...this is pretty much where the unfortunate, just turned bad.
I got into the house. No change there. Before I had left this morning I'd left a note to my brother and sister to put the washing from the washing machine into the tumble drier. No biggie, really. But, they can't do that can they. Oh no. Not at all.
Then I looked in the sink. It was FULL of blue water, right to the brim. Upon asking my two siblings what the smeg was going on, they couldn't tell me. Laura, had instead of trying to clean it up, just left it for me to sort it all out. Thanks, Sis.
Of course, I hadn't noticed that the back of the kitchen towards the door was almost entirely flooded with about half a centremetre of water. No. I cleaned that too. Greeaat!
After about half an hour of soaking up water with an old beah towel, mum and dad came home. They decided to give me their bad news. "My debit card has been cancelled, Ryan. It's been cloned. I can't use it until I get a new one"...
Now, at the best of times this is not what you want to hear. The words, Debit card, cloned, and cancelled are never good words to be used in the same sentence.
After this, my brother decided to be abit of a prick. Lately he's been trying to "push me" so to speak. Get a response, make me get annoyed at him, so I lash back. Then he has ammunition to fire back at me, and get me in trouble. I try to ignore him most of the time, but usually it just doesn't work. I can't help but get annoyed.
Towards the end of the night I decided to be a good faithful old boyfriend and ring my girlfriend again. Very kind of me. But, towards the end I did find myself wondering "Hey...what's the point"...
She was talking to me on the phone whilst watching Mock the week on dave. But I think she took priority with dave, seeing as if I asked her a question, I'd have to ask it 4 or 5 times until I got a valid response of any form. When I said I had to go she didn't hear me. I didn't even get a good bye. Shocking :\ I'm beginning to wonder why she watches it whilst on the phone to me. I think, personally, it should be more of a "one or the other" situation. You can't really have both.
To end the day, I had to do the pots. I wasn't in a good mood already. Of course. nothing can go wrong if you wash the pots. Unless you accidently make a plate shatter into well over 200 pieces and cut your foot.
Oh...How I love tuesdays... :\ Tomorrow just can't come fast enough.
6th Form...Oh No
Right...There are the lists out of the way. Now, to get on with my blog as usual. Hurrah!
As of now, it's 10:41am...it's cold outside, and I have 6th form later today.
6th form. Gahh! I hate it, so, so much. Alot now, I'm really starting to question why, i the name of all that is holy, I took it. Seriously. I'm failing, badly. The lessons in which I'm taking relate in no way to what I want to do later in life...And what I want to do later in life I don't need qualifications for. Just GCSE's...and I got well over the 0 (!) that I needed... But the one thing I do need, life experience, I'm not getting at 6th form...
In all honesty, the only thing really keeping me at 6th form is EMA...My life pretty much depends on that nowadays, just so I can see my girlfriend, Megan.
Well...sitting here moaning won't get me very far. Looks like I'm actually going to have to make some sort of effort...So, what can I do?
I'm going to look for a job! Why? Life experience, that's why...and it allows me to earn money to keep seeing my girlfriend. When I've found this job, I can quit 6th form. Hurrah. Everyone is happy...Now just to tell my parents. Wish me luck!
As of now, it's 10:41am...it's cold outside, and I have 6th form later today.
6th form. Gahh! I hate it, so, so much. Alot now, I'm really starting to question why, i the name of all that is holy, I took it. Seriously. I'm failing, badly. The lessons in which I'm taking relate in no way to what I want to do later in life...And what I want to do later in life I don't need qualifications for. Just GCSE's...and I got well over the 0 (!) that I needed... But the one thing I do need, life experience, I'm not getting at 6th form...
In all honesty, the only thing really keeping me at 6th form is EMA...My life pretty much depends on that nowadays, just so I can see my girlfriend, Megan.
Well...sitting here moaning won't get me very far. Looks like I'm actually going to have to make some sort of effort...So, what can I do?
I'm going to look for a job! Why? Life experience, that's why...and it allows me to earn money to keep seeing my girlfriend. When I've found this job, I can quit 6th form. Hurrah. Everyone is happy...Now just to tell my parents. Wish me luck!
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