IT - The full story, unabridged.

Well, after that outburst yesterday, I think I should provide some background information on my experiences, so opinions can be made, and made to be in support of me.

It'd better be in support of me!

IT. 9 Periods a fortnight. And a blog post in every one of them :P
We had this homework about DeZign Publications, a fictious printing company. The homework was from a course at least 8 years old, the computers had "Pentium III processors, Windows NT workstations with128Mb of RAM, and 8Gb Hard Drives"
Oooh, real futuristic.
Anyways, being me, I didn't do it. I did about 2 of the 20 questions in class when we got it on last Friday, and then gave up, as the questions were all bullshit anyway.
So, there's me on Wednesday, sitting at the middle table in B1, working ferverently. Writing quite quickly, so my handwriting isn't up to it's normal, fantastic standard. Also, I was writing in Red pen, since all my other pens have gone missing (angry eyes). Also, it was on slightly ripped paper, since I had to borrow some paper from Jimmy. Anyways, end of the class, I handed it in. I was one of two people to hand in this homework.
I went back to my seat, and the teacher (Ms Ballas) screams across the classroom
"BENJAMIN! WHAT DO YOU CALL THIS?"
"It's my homework, Miss."
*Scrunches Ben's homework into a ball.
"It's ripped! And I can't read it!"
"Well, you sure as hell can't read it now..."
*Throws ball to Ben. Ben catches*
"Now, I want this homework handed in by tomorrow afternoon."
Some other dude yelled out
"Even if it was scrunched up?"
"Even if it was scrunched up."
*Meanwhile, Ben's sitting there with a shocked expression on his face, steadily growing red, biting back tears.*
I got various people around the class telling me not to hand it in again. Which I didn't/haven't.

So, here I am again, in IT. I'm going to ask Ms Morrow if I can get out of the class, and maybe have these periods as frees or something.

It'd be a lot better use of my time to be studying or something similar, than sitting here wasting my time.
Ben

IT should DIE(T)

I'm thinking I'm gonna drop IT. I'm sick of it. Maybe I can get it as a free period, because it's a waste of my time to be there.

Also, the teacher's a fucking fat ass bitch. Any questions?

I would say I'm sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I've said too much
Been too unkind

I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and
Laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

I would break down at your feet
And beg forgiveness
Plead with you
But I know that
It's too late
And now there's nothing I can do

So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to
laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry

I would tell you
That I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it's no use
That you've already
Gone away

Misjudged your limits
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more

Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just
Keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

Ben

IT again

I really thought it'd be interesting, because I thought we'd be learning.
I haven't actually learnt anything for about a month. I'm gonna try and find a syllabus for a harder course, and teach myself. That'll be fun.

...

Well, that was boring. I can't find any courses that tell me exactly what to do, so, I give up.
I'll do this cruddy work for now.
But, there is no way in hell that I'll do anything this mundane for VCE.
Here's my subjects for next year.

1. English
2. Maths Methods
3. Chemistry
4. Italian
5. Music
6. IT

Soo.

I swear, if I don't get a good IT course, I'm gonna be so pissed off.
I'm gonna have to do it by correspondence.
I have a dream, where I'll be learning IT over MSN, swapping code lines and such...
It'd be a grand place, so interesting, I'd love it. None of this "over the phone" or"radio" or "letters" crap, noo, I want MSN. Or at least E-Mail.

Argh. I can't be bothered. I was really frigging pissed off yesterday, and I still don't know why. Maybe I just hit puberty? Yeah, that's a constructive comment to give to someone in a bad/mad/destructive mood. Bravo.

Off the record, I seriously felt like throwing something yesterday. I felt like smashing something, or... I don't know.

Gah.

Ben
P.S. I'm still not in the best mood, and anything I may say at the present time is purely spirit of the moment sort of thing, and mightn't reflect what I really feel. So keep that in mind.

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I dunno what was up with me today.
I just reacted badly to anything people said.
I was in a terrible mood.
I was very aggressive.
Pretty pissed off, you could say.
BUT HERE'S THE THING. WHEN PEOPLE GO AROUND MAKING HAIKU'S ALONG THE LINES OF "BEN IS A TOSSER," WHO CAN BLAME ME?
I don't care that they were joking.
If they knew me well enough, they'd know that I don't take personal slights very well.
It's not really fair to expect people to know all that stuff about me.
But it's true.
I don't like people joking about me, I'm not self confident enough to throw off their insults.
10 odd years of insults kinda makes you really vulnerable to them.
It's not fair to blame a whole bad day on that though.
I was angry and aggressive all day.
And that was just the last couple hours.
I have no idea why I was so angry, that's the point I'm trying to get across.
And if I offended anyone, or freaked anyone out, or pissed anyone off (etc) then I'm sorry.
I'm only human.

By the way, Josh, you're right. Happy songs when you're angry don't work. Angry songs are much better.

"So I tried to laugh about it, cover it all up with lies. I tried to laugh about it, hiding the tears in my eyes. 'Cuz boys don't cry."
Ben

IT again, it's that time of the week...
There's not too much to write about right now, just sitting here, waiting for the bell... Trying to find something to do...zors...
That's not to say that I'm not learning anything though, I've been teaching myself JavaScript. Which probably means nothing to 80-90% of people who read this. 0.o.
Oh well.

© The Amazing MonkeyMan, 2006. Patent Pending.

argh! please someone do something to make this class interesting! bomb threat! nuclear strike! anything!!
gaahh!
so bored, not worrying about grammar. or punctiation or spelling ill just add a bunch of punctiliatinng at the end to make up for it

Man. What the hell happened there?
Oh, I've lost my touch.
Ben
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World Class Bitch Fest

So, I've been doing some thinking, and there's a lot of things about my life that really piss me off. So, for the next hour (unless someone interesting signs onto MSN), I'm just gonna type type type, until my fingers are raw and bloody, and hope that I can get all my teenage angst onto the internet before I have to go to sleep. Here we go.

School:
What is the deal with teachers? They think they're so god damn high and mighty just because they've done a Bacherlor of Arts degree, and then a Bachelor of Teaching. Well done. You now know more than 51% of the population, doesn't mean you can boss me around. I say again, well done. We (or I rather, since I'm a singular entity) demand young teachers who haven't lost touch with their youth yet, and who know how to deal with people of my age. God dammit.
And why the hell do you throw us out of A3? We have every right to be in there, we're not screwing anything up, we're not holding any Wiccan ceremonies (yet, stay tuned), so why chuck us out? Bah!
And then there's the students. Most are ok, many are not. I don't want to ruffle any feathers (much) so I won't list who pisses me off, but god damn you are out there. Mocking my intelligence, "zomg uleh, you dumb nerd." What the hell does that even mean? "Dumb nerd?" What? Can you say oxymoron? No, you can't.
Most of all, there's the substandard facilities. I know we're pretty lucky, because the government is supposed to care about us "we are the future" and all that bullshit, and we do get some good stuff, like our Science facilities and so called "Interactive Whiteboards." So far, I have not been allowed to "interact" with any whiteboards at all. The most interaction I've ever had with one of those things was watching the OC on it at the end of last year in Science. Waste of 3 hours I could have used to DO something, like learn. Isn't that what we're meant to go to school for anyway? I say, if we're not gonna learn anything that day, there's no point going. Which is why I'm thinking of boycotting Tuesday week 2 (zing). Oh, yeah, facilities.
There are holes in our toilet cubicles. At least 10% of the computers don't work. It's too cold in Winter, and too hot in Summer. And I'm not even gonna START on the Boys Toilets. Don't you get me started! Oh, now you've done it. The toilet paper is like, 0.5 ply. Not useful in the slightest.

Gee, this is fun...

Work:
Once, I looked forward to going to work. I loved it. It was engaging, and exciting, and I was naïve, and the world was good. But I was so naïve, that I didn't realise how screwed over I was getting. We were working for way less money than we were worth, yet we still loved it, because the boss respected us (Again, I say "us" even though again, I am a singular entity). Then the stupid boss had to go and sell the place. And now I'm getting even more screwed over! How does that work? Not cool. But the funny thing is, and I'm sure I've said this heaps of times, is that we were working longer hours, and for less pay, yet we still liked the old boss more than the new. Why does that work? Because again, she respected us!
God dammit!
You can't cut my hours down by more than 80% and then expect me to "help out!" You can't screw me over by not paying me correctly, and then expect me not to complain! Blaaahhh!
You can't screw me over, and expect me not to notice.
That was bold for a reason. Grrr. And then, Joe Zagari, you go and PUNISH me for asking for what I'm legally entitled to, and you wonder why I don't trust/like/respect you! GAAHH!!

Well, with the two major aspects of my life taken care of, I think I'll have to move on to people. But here's the catch. If you haven't already been mentioned, then please disregard the following statements, should you be offended/mentioned. It's just some stuff I've noticed, that really pisses me off, it's not that I don't like you, it just pisses me off. Ok? Ok.

My parents:
Man, where to start? They've been great parents for my whole life. But, they're so over protective, it's funny. Hehehe. Like, my mum'll be like "Ben, who are you going to Cydus with?"
"Jack... James... uh... Josh..."
"Who else?"
"I don't know?"
"Why not?"
*cowers in a corner*
That never actually happened, but thats how I've interpreted the sort of things that she says. Like I said, overprotective. And my Dad'll always be trying to get interested in the same things I am, as a kind of bonding exercise. In my opinion, I get along fine with my dad, I don't need to bond. We're already bonded. It's cool.

Man, that was a crappy gripe...

Jeez, I don't think I have that much left to complain about. Well, I do, but I've removed it for objective testing, to see if it's non-controversial enough to post. We'll see, stay tuned!
Ben

Emo - Crazy or Fiction?

It's funny, how intelectually un stimulating IT can be. Obviously, Josh was bored in a stupendous manner, yet I didn't heed his warning, and now I'm stuck in this drab wasteland, parched of any intellectual creativity. I mean, I'm sure that there is SOME creativity on there, but I have yet to find it.

Gawd damn.

Can you say Emo?

I seriously think I could be an emo. I look the part, no-one'd doubt that I'm crazy enough to listen to that emo shit (music), but I just can't be bothered running around with a razorblade, lacing into my skin. Funny - yes. Practical - no.

But I think Emos are some of the most Misunderstood people on the planet. Sure, they act depressing, and they are depressing, and depressed, etc, but there's a reason that they are sad, and that's what people keep forgetting when they look at a creepy person with a pale face; dark, shaded eyes; and quite possibly greasy, black hair.

And we look at Hope is Emo and we laugh, because it's a riotous send up of the plight of these unfortunate souls, hell, the Tagline for Hope is Emo is "A Funny Podcast About a Sad Girl." Is this to say that Emos are to be ridiculed? Yes! Because as we all know, the media is always right. And if the media is showing to laugh at Emos, then we damn well better laugh at Emos.

Ben would like to take this time to laugh uproariously at the comedic prose he's just written.

Emo (similar to the Emu, and the Dodo) are a fictional beast, and as such should be ignored, in the hopes that they'll go away.

Ben would, once again, like to take this time to laugh uproariously at the comedic prose he's just written.

Seriously now, I think that Emo are very... very sad people. And it is our job as healthy people to assist these sad members of our society with their problems. Because the condition "Emo" is just a precursor to Depression. Counselling Emos is the best thing you can do for them, and to start with, just talk to them! They're all very nice people, and ridiculing them isn't gonna help their depression get any better.

Hope is Emo is a great thing - making light of a serious problem. It's funny, and this injection of humor is exactly the right thing to let Emos look at themselves, and look at Hope, and laugh, and get better.

Hats off to Hope is Emo, and to everyone I know that has iTunes, subscribe to the damn Podcast! It's funny as all hell!
Ben

You know what sucks?

(Kif, I'm asking you a question...)

Not seeing the person you like for over a month. It seriously sucks ass. So, as such, I got no idea whether I like her or not anymore. I mean, how could you possibly know? And then with people constantly in my face (well, not constantly, but sometimes) about when I'm gonna ask her out, when am I gonna see her again, the answer is "I have no idea." "to both" /me cowers in a corner, hiding from the slings and arrows. But it's true! I haven't worked with her for at least a month, probably two, and it sucks!

Because... um... something about turmoil... oh yeah...

I'm like, in turmoil about my emotions pertaining to this whole situation, because I dunno if I like her or not, and then there's so many other people that I know that are equally as awesome as her... (No, not who you're all thinking)(Sorry Nick, lets just be friends)

So, it's a tumultuous time for me right now (hehe, I had to check how to spell that word, how lame is that)

Soozors, what I'm trying to communicate here is that I'm pretty sure I still like this person, maybe, but it mightn't be in my best interests to seclude myself into waiting for one person, in the hopes that they like me (not to mention the hope that I'll actually SEE this person), when there's so many other fish in the sea. REEL BIG Fish. Me so witty.

Soo, to recap... Turmoil, deep feelings... etc... Usual emotic crap. "Hope is Emoooooooo"
Ben