Concepts and Reality

Concepts of Reality.

Yesterday was a day of ups and downs. It started on a high, in PSHE we had a cover and we basically just terrorized. We were given basically ten sheets to write on, and we had all had her before, and knew her control was awful. Each of these ten sheets were turned into paper aeroplanes and soon it was hard to see across the classroom because of the aerial war going on. Needless to say the cover was not best pleased, but I’m sure she’ll of got over it. We did a similar thing with blue tack last time we had her in maths, it was jokes!
Physics was second and Matthews was about half an hour late, so I wrote about a page for my NaNoWriMo whilst talking to John, Aran and Matt. John is another member of my main ‘group’ and is okay. He occasionally demands attention, but is no where near as bad as Tom or Myles. Matthews arrived and talked for the rest of the lesson, so I just carried on writing, he’s not the most observant of teachers.
Break was okay, but Myles and Tom were competing for my attention again and Myles asked me to read over his history essay. That was due in the day before he joining my class. I read over it, and he’s made the points miss told him to make, but he’s completely missed what she meant, and has made them in an extremely unclear manner, and a lot of his facts were wrong. I told him he might need to rephrase a lot of it but it was okay, because I knew he’d ignore my advice. I was right, he didn’t even change his blaring mistake in the first paragraph, saying that world war 1 had started in 1916. I whispered something along these lines to Sam and then talked to Tom and Myles for a bit.
Thing is with Tom and Myles, they demand my attention, so when I’m giving it to them it’s in the frame of mind that I could be talking to one of the others who will have tried to say something but been cut across. It means when I do get to give my attention to the others like Sam and Luke, it means I genuinely am interested in what they have to say. I appreciate them as friends a lot more, because their opinions aren’t just a slur to compete over another person’s voice. It’s a shame that I don’t really get to spend that much time talking to Sam during break and lunch, because when Tom and Myles start doing their thing I feel like he gets a bit withdrawn, and he’s more of the ‘pictures speak a million words’ guy and expresses himself through his art work. It’s why it’s generally so amazing to be honest.
Biology was amazing, we were in a computer room and were looking up how hormones affected fertility, and we had to make a presentation. I did this speedily, and found out that a lot of pages were blocked because they contained the word breasts, so they deemed the site as porn. Many laughs were had about this. After a while I was pissing around on image search and I found a great website with a load of jokes, so I saved the website to favourites and went back to the work because Mortimer caught onto what I was doing, I think.
Lunch was more of the same as break really, the thing that annoys me about Tom is the fact he is incredibly gluttonous and doesn’t understand that everyone else is just as important as he is, in terms of eating, in terms of everything really. He will demand that we give him food and it’s just like… Erm, no Tom, eat your own chocolate, you have like a million bars of it in your lunch.
French was boring as hell, just Hudson going on and on about adverbs and how they are very important. I took a bit of it on board, and my mate Ben was like ‘Hey Andy here have a copy of the script album!’ so I was like ‘Yes mate!!!’ I love the script, they are an amazing band.
PE I couldn’t be arsed with and had forgotten my kit; he didn’t even ask me about it because I didn’t mention it to him. I sat and thought a while, and spoke to Ryan quite a bit. Ryan can be extremely irritating, but he is also very clever when he wants to be. We just talked about story lines and plots, etc. Every now and then Sam would come and sit down because there was a rotating three team thing going on. At one point he looked depressed so I offered my hand, and we ended up holding hands for a bit. I dunno, but there are still a few people who don’t know about my sexuality (Everyone else does due to the biggest wanker ever) and I’ve been denying it to them, due to several people already being immature about it, so I kinda used my position of my leg to hide it. I mean, I wasn’t embarrassed to be holding his hand at all, but it’s the kind of thing that would get a second look from the class.
Sam is amazing. Tom and Myles, they don’t truly understand me, but they want my attention the entire time. In my mind, their friends with ‘the concept of me’ because, I’m probably the highest socially ranking in the group, and the most out-going and I’m perverted (dirty minded) and can make jokes. Sam, he’s friends with me for whom I am, not what I am. I really appreciate that.