Don't judge a book by it's cover

Hey guys.
I hadn't realized how long I hadn't blogged for. 6 days. 6 DAYS. I guess it's all of the stinking  homework we get!
All of the teachers have decided, 'Hey let's not give the Year 8's and social life this year!'
Every night I basically have to do loads. Whilst I do this, most people play XBOX or what-ever. I love XBOX, especially XBOX 1 C.O.D GHOSTS, but I don't play it every single day. Loads of people stay up till midnight doing it but I'll get very grumpy because I need my beauty sleep.


Anyway, I think I may have an over-active imagination. Well, when I saw scissors being given out in English, I imagined them all doing a linked Irish dance. Or maybe I'm a little crazy. Probably both.

In English I am rubbish at nearly everything. I can't spell to save a life, I struggle with reading and I have the vocabulary of a 7 year old. But I am good at creative writing. What Rhiannon you're actually good at something! Is probably what you're thinking right now, but my imagination and craziness help me with that. 

A couple of lessons ago we started to do descriptive writing. Our topic this term is Gothic horror.

Basically, we were meant to describe an old chapel picture, so I turned it into a story. I made a guy and some vultures appear and it was quite cool actually. (Somebody else had done vultures too.) It was all great and when I gave it in I was quite happy.

Turns out she didn't really like it but she said I needed to improve in most areas instead it annoyed me a little but I sucked in all the hate and pretended it was nothing. It really wasn't nothing.

You local bloggers, readers or what-ever see that most of my opinions aren't actually that positive, but not all of my opinions are as negative.

The next time we did descriptive writing (today) she said we couldn't, under no circumstances turn it into a story.
This annoyed me quite a lot but I knew my teacher hated me to death.She always had. And always will. When she first saw me, she probably thought I was trouble with a capital T, but I do actually pay attention in lessons. I want good grades so I can get a good job when I'm older.
I don't understand why she hates me so much. Is it too self-centred to think? I just don't know.
What I do know is that I will never judge a book by it's cover because most of my friends may not seem crazy, but trust me. They are! In a good way!

Sorry it was way too short today, but otherwise you'd be reading about boring homework. I'll try to update ASAP x please follow my blog x BYE x

Body slamming doors in a fire drill

Hey guys.
I hate fire drills. At lot. I hate a lot of things now that I think about it. Such a positive person. *thumbs up*.
As long as I've been at Linslade we've had 2 real fires. If you could call it that. The first was a dishwasher malfunction thanks to the dinner ladies. They put too much things in it. Then the second was a computer malfunction. *sigh*. 
Well there's a boy that everybody knows (but likes) and he'll be called... urmm... Thomas. Well Thomas didn't really care about standard fire drill rules. He leaped down the stairs screaming and shouting (sometimes skipping). Then because he is the name after me in the register, he stood behind me in the line and was just chatting whilst Ms Smith was giving a lecture on fire safety. "She'll here you!" I hissed at him but he didn't care. Whilst he shouted remarks, I couldn't help laughing a little, it was quite funny. 
Until Ms said "Everybody else can go in except the Yr 8's." Urrgh! Turns out she was only explaining that people can't talk during the drills so thanks goodness for that. 

The main problem I have with fire drills is the no-talking rule. Yeah, yeah I know it is because the teachers need to communicate with each other, but talking won't kill us surely!? I hate that they look at you so matter-of-factly if you so even murmur.  I swear Thomas can get away with murder. Sometimes that is (he has loads of detentions). 


I'm not too sure what to think of fire doors, but you have to open them right. You can't just push them. No, you have to karate kick them open. Or body-slam them. I myself am a master at this.
When I see a fire-door with nobody around I just have to run side on and properly body-slam into it. It's like red buttons. If you see a big red button that underneath has a sign saying DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES PRESS THIS BUTTON you just have to press it. Rebellion, that's what that is. 















At lunch today (there's a nice thought, food) Me and my best friend Ivy sat with another one of our best friends, Mandy. (I have to make up names for people because of e-safety and everything but all my blogs are true and the people are real but with different names. All these blogs are true too.) Mandy is really nice and I do like her. I don't say that about many people. *Thinks of all the people I hate* We sit with her often and she is quite funny. Oh look, I'm going all soppy now. But I'm not kidding she is nice and loads like her.

I think that's about it for my day today. Sorry there wasn't much but today wasn't too eventful. Please follow my blog and I'll update ASAP x BYE x

A blonde afro in motion.

Hey guys.
If you ever want curly hair, leave it in 2 French plaits for a night and hey presto, you got some curly hair. If you want them thicker try to wear French plaits for a night and a day. Then they are more hard curls. But if you want an Afro... you don't want to have one. Trust me on that. Well, last night I thought I'd wear 6 ordinary plaits. 2 at the front on either side, 2 in the middle and 2 at the back. I may have looked like I was wearing dread locks but it worked. Too well. This morning when I took them out, I had a surprise. I was expecting natural waves, maybe even a little curly. But nope, I was greeted by an Afro. Literally.

That was my exact facial expression. Maybe without the wrinkles and age though. I am 12 not in my 50's or what-ever.

Well, anyway, I tried to brush most of the frizz and it did go down. When it was finally pulled into a ponytail, I had to put 3 hair bands onto it! It was that frizzy. It looked like I had crimped it crazy. *Sigh*. When my dad saw it he looked shocked and said "You got crazy hair." Thanks dad.

At 8:01 am (yes I read the clock) I jumped into the car my hair following behind me. After a minute or so my dad joined my sister and me. Then he whacked his heel of his hand into his forehead and shook his head slightly. "Be back in a second, forgot my shoes." He then jogged out of the car and unlocked the front door.

After the journey to school, I got out of the car at 8:11. Bearing in mind school starts at 8:45 this was going to be fun. Most of you will now be thinking 'hmm... why don't she just walk to school?'
 Well, I'm sorry to say this but to get there from our house, you have to pass loads of motor-ways and roundabouts, so I won't be walking any-time soon, thank you very much. Luckily, one of my friends and Daisy,she seemed to have forgotten about netball, and was my friend once again (you can see why we have a love-hate relationship). Had just arrived because they had to get to school early, due to Daisy's mum having to get to work super-early and them having a car-share. I walked through the gates with them and Daisy's younger sister. We split up so Daisy and her sister went off one way, me and my friend the other. For the time being I will call my friend urmm... May. So May is american and I was one of her first friends in England. She came from Texas and she is really nice and funny. 

For the rest of the morning we did the usual and I walked to assembly. Even though this may offend a couple people, I think assemblies are way too long. Afterwards, my legs are asleep and I have to click them into place afterwards. It hurts. A lot. I'm just good at hiding my feelings so nobody knows it kills.Everybody else thinks they are too long, even the teachers! So I think they should be made shorter. Somebody should make a petition. That somebody certainly won't be me.

Today I had hockey but thank goodness it wasn't that bad. I just got told off for doing what we were meant to do (staying roughly in the area our positions are meant to be). I actually looked like a blonde Afro in pursuit sometimes. No joke.

The rest of the day was as uneventful as it gets at Linslade. 2 girls bunked class in excuse of one of them crying. Our maths team having the least points but had done the most work *groan*. And yeah. 

When I took my hair out, it looked deadly crimped but at least it had gone down a bit and it put the sides up.
My sister left for army cadet camp today, it will last the whole weekend. If I get deep down and personal, I will miss her a little I got to admit. *dramatically wipes eyes*

I guess that now leads up to right  now, me and my mum sitting on the sofa watching telly, whilst I read my book write my blog and go on my phone. Doing all this whilst keeping a conversation. Talk about multi-tasking!

Well sorry this account was a little boring, I will update ASAP. Please follow my blog x BYE x

Anger moods, netball fiascos and the digestive system.

Hey guys. 
Today wasn't really all that, an average day. Normal maybe. Neutral.
Really!?You think a day at my school will ever be normal! Goodness, people have GOT TO learn!
Okay...so everybody at my age has mood swings now and again and it gets quite annoying. My friends must HATE me because of mine!
Anyway, we all know that one person who likes to take charge and boss everyone around. This girl for me is basically my frienemy*. This morning in French I helped her get 30/31 on our French test and gave her water to her when she lost it. I thought that she was in a good mood and it was all happy days. Then the plane crashed.
BAAAAMMMM!!!!
I'm gonna call this girl urrmm... Daisy. So Daisy stopped all the happiness in the one lesson I hate of all... PE of course. And today it was netball. YAY, not. I hate netball so much because I'm rubbish at it. Can't jump to catch because I'm too tall (penalty- couple press ups). Then I cant score for toffee (another couple) and finally I cant catch to save a life. Then when i cant do my press-ups because I just don't have the strength to do so, my punishment is even more press-ups. You'd think that the worst of it,  I'm not even started. I guess I'm in my set because of my strength or brain. I can usually know places to go and I will never be caught. Not speed, intelligence. Even though I said i had no muscles, I'm pretty good at boxing. Don't get on the wrong side of me.


Anyway, back to the story. So, my teacher decided to split us up into groups, I was with Daisy of course. She's also a bit of a drama queen and is kinda self obsessed. The first activity I struggled with because I had to jump and catch a ball. Of-course this was a problem, whoever chucked it to me did it too low so I literally couldn't jump and catch it and they all got stressed. Daisy her self is really tall and I'm not just saying that. Everybody did it the right height for her though. Meanies. 
"Jump and catch it Rhiannon, its not hard. Watch me do it." She demonstrated it and looked to me to do it again. I almost died. I tried, with another girl trying to help me do it right, but the ball slipped through my arms. The girl that helped me before showed me a way to put my arms and I was very grateful.
When i missed it Daisy laughed at me and it was my turn to throw the ball at her. So I chucked it as hard as I could. Tears swelled in my eyes from all the remarks they made but they weren't sad ones, they were anger.
It shot straight into her chest and she stumbled a bit and looked at me awkwardly. Then a smirk appeared on her face whilst I stormed to the back of the line. "You're meant to chuck it over my head." she called but I didn't listen. For the rest of the lesson I struggled a lot and then the leaders of each activity had to privately tell the teacher who was struggling the most in the activity. I heard one person say my name and I guessed the others did too. I had to prove them wrong. When we demonstrated the last activity for each group I ran the fastest caught the balls and did the right throws. Mrs raised her eyebrows at me and the corners of her mouth turned upwards. Still, I was scared the consequence of struggling with the others. I hoped she'd not embarrass me.
  Please please please.

Also, my science teacher decided to model digesting food. Literately. Lets just say it involved banana flesh-skin tights and food colouring. Excuse me whilst I vomit. It was disgusting. And of course was the lesson before lunch. Lovely.

Well that's all for today, please follow my blog and I'll update ASAP. BYE x 

Bike rides and swimming

Hey guys.

Yesterday

Yesterday was my birthday party, and it was a pool party! I love swimming and I hope all my bæs had a great time. Afterwards we watched Frozen and had a birthday tea with a CREEPER BIRTHDAY CAKE!!! It was a great day and I'll never forget it.

Today  

Well today, my sister and Dad left the house at 8:00 am to go to an A.V.F cycle event. My sister is an army cadet and my father is bike-crazy so it worked out okay. My sister cheered people with the other cadets and my dad did the longest race, the 67 mile one. Whilst that happened I was dreaming happily and my mum making breakfast. Her work (St Judes Clinic in Leighton buzzard) was sponsoring the event so I had to tag along and help out. I packed my kindle paper-white and a couple other things (including food) ready for the day. We set out at 10:10 am with fliers and other bits and bobs. When we arrived at the 5 bells pub, we found my mums boss and started to unpack and set up. Her bosses son was called Stewie and was only a year older than me so we got along okay. 

Our job was to hand out fliers and it was actually okay. Later on Stewie's dog came, Jay, and he was a laugh. He took me on a walk and tried to steal peoples ice-cream but you gotta love him! He was a black lab with an addition to cocktail sausages!

He also wore a camo-print bandanna around his neck and was very strong. I was dragged around the floor for half the day, the other half pampering this adorable pup. It was really fun and I met some other kids too! Lillie, Kyle and Jessica.

THE X-FACTOR

Okay, this year they are going way too easy on all the contestants in my opinion because... when Simon Cowell  was on before he was way more mean, but now (for some reason) he's decided to turn nicer. I mean I know he's still a guy who is an idiot but still he's got nicer!

Also, I think the camera men LOVE Cheryl because they always show her on the  show. She also needs to learn to control her emotions because she cries every single episode. It gets really annoying. Control your hormones girl!


Really!?

I do like Mel-B on the panel though so that always a plus+ side! She is actually quite good and says no to rubbish and yes to good (and sometimes funny performances).

Sorry this blog was short but I haven't had much time to do it and Ill update ASAP (probably in a week or so) x BYE! x

Hockey sticks and mascara clumps

Hey guys,

Today was PE my worst subject. And the sport I hate most is Hockey. Of course we had to have that on our first PE lesson. Fun times.

Hockey is a very dangerous game. Especially with girls. Even though boys are BAND to do it because they are too aggressive, girls are worst. Much worst. Lets say the average game includes 6 people sitting out from injuries, asthma or just because the people are too scared. This is the average for each game. Not fun if you ask me.

Well today, it was only training, no real matches. Thank God. But we had a mini game at the end but nobody sat out. Its a miracle. There was 4 teams and we split into 2 mini games. Our team was white and we were against the greens. I thought our teacher was being a bit racist because only people with pale skin was in ours. So I said this to the team and the head popular (I cant say their real names so I'll make one up) lets say she was called Amy...came right up to me and said "You calling us racist then?" I straight away protested and shook my head but her eyes narrowed.

"Well, I for one aren't racist, see I've got a black and a white gum shield." She laughed harshly and looked around the rest of her posse. They backed her up and then they started to talk about how much lipstick would be all right for prom, 5 layer or 6. Seriously. 

Later during the game we were given positions and I volunteered to be a defender. I like being one because to me it is easy and actually quite fun. Another girl was picked for the other and we started. During the game I wasn't that great, the usual but I stayed in front of the goal whilst everybody ran after the ball. I figured the attackers could score so easily so somebody would have to block so I did that the whole lesson. I let most in so i was a little annoyed and then Mr Jones (our PE teacher) asked me what my name was (teachers always forget). I was quite muddled "Urmm, Rhiannon..."I told him cautiously. 

Then I joined the rest of the group and we sat in a 'U' shape around him. Me in the middle.

He talked about what some people did good and what we will do next lesson. I was nearly falling into a comma when he said something that startled me...

"The main problem I had though was with people crowding around the ball, instead of spacing out." You got that right. "But I did notice Rhiannon in particular was guarding the goal and trying to stop the other team scoring whilst everybody else was so packed together, they made it more difficult for themselves and others. I think Rhiannon has the right mind for hockey." Everybody looked at me and I was in shock, my eyes bulging out of my head and my mouth slightly hanging open. I looked to my right and saw Amy talking really loud to either her friends or the whole school. I can't usually tell because she's got such a big mouth.  

"That was my idea and I told her to do that. I did." she piped up. That girl is quite something. How dare she say that! But I kept my mouth closed and Mr Jones narrowed his eyes at her then dismissed us. We went to get changed and I am very self-concious about my self, so i get changed very fast and either visit the loo then/or just wait for the bell to ring.   I  had just came out of the dank cubicle to see 7 girls trying to look in the mirror all checking their hair  or putting on mascara. Even though I hate Amy, she is okay compared to some of the other populars meaning she isn't so mean. I saw one of them had dip-dyed their near black hair blonde and was putting mascara that had MASSIVE CLUMPS. I nearly puked! If there is anything I hate, it s mascara clumps. Then I looked at all their eyelashes and they were wearing the same mascara with the same clumps. I looked around at the walls knowing I would have to pass there chunky black eyelashes, then the bell ran.

  

SAVED BY THE BELL! KA-CHING!

They all moved away leaving the doorway clear for me and I ran out of the changing room and into the next to meet all my friends.

So that's another day in the life of a geeky girl that battles bull-dogs in mascara and deadly hockey lessons. I'll update ASAP (probs next week), please follow my blog...BYE x

The new school term

Hey guys,
so the new school term just started, which means our summer of freedom from the torture place has ended. That is a bit of a downer, especially for me. I'm now the top of the school (year 8) and I now have responsibility. Bad idea. I have no responsibility. What so ever. Now, I have to be a leader (probably a guide, which show people around) and be a role model to the new pristine year 5s. Hope-fully they don't get as crazy as me.
My Teachers are actually good this year believe it or not! And finally I get to be in some classes as my friends!

YES!
My new form teacher is one of the funniest sports teachers out there and our form is in the library. Don't think I'll ever forget a reading book any time soon!
There s a problem at my school though...my age. I just turned 12 in august 9 days ago.

happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me-e. Happy birthday to me.
All of my fellow students are turning 13. And I'm just here like "HEY OLDIES, YOU GONNA DIE SOON!" then I flick my hair dramatically. The usual. 
The oldest person in my year is turning 13 TOMORROW! Nobody asked me how I felt about her turning 13 but noooo... nobody cares how the little 12 year old feels.


Also ALLLLL the girls in my year have basically dyed or dip-dyed their hair. It's even against the rules for God's sake! And you cant even see their skirts because they are so far up their legs! But thats mainly only the populars. They are basically the posse from mean girls but less cheesey and there skirts are higher.

Perfect description! My friends wear their skirts decent hight though and don't worry about if 2 inches is too long for one or if their ten layers of mascara are noticeable. I'm serious.
Well that's it for another week in the life of a geeky girl who fights battles against the lipstick covered divas and over-sensitive teachers. Ill update ASAP and please follow my blog. Bye!