Some Attention to the Sports Department?

At this rate, the only way we’re getting new sports netting is if there’s some kind of tragic wildebeest stampede in the middle of a game and everyone feels sorry for us. Then I can organise a Boot-Spur campaign, perhaps even put up a sappy video that’ll make people feel terribly sorry for us and the cash will come rolling in. Most of it will go to the grieving families, but hopefully there aren’t too many because then I can convince everyone that purchasing quality cricket nets is the best way to honour the memory of the fallen.

Alright, that’s one perfect plan all sorted. I wonder…how hard would it be to organise a stampede? Okay, fine, it’s not a good plan. It’s just that I’ve been lucky enough to get stuck with the current head. Nice lady, let me have the last biscuit in the staff room the other day, but NO interest in sports. I bet if that big fancy academy down the road needed any kind of sports netting…well, they probably have the stuff shipped in from Germany or something. Custom made, all sitting neatly in one of their absolutely massive sports sheds, ready for when the old stuff wears out, which it probably never does.

I don’t really care where our netting is from, to be honest. Australian makes have proven themselves to be pretty resilient even with what the kids do to them, so it’d be fine. But I can’t afford to replace every net in the place every time they get worn, and neither do I want someone punting a cricket ball right through one of the nets and knocking teeth out. Somehow I don’t think that’s worthy of a Boot-Spur campaign.  

Nope, the theatre needs to be built! More funding for the arts! All I want is some basic sports netting, seriously…

-Douglas

Deep Muscle Stuff Might Help

Is it just me, or are school seminars getting weirder? I get it, the teachers are trying to do something more interesting. But, like…I’m trying to do VCE here. Unlike a lot of people I take my studies and free periods seriously, so having to go to a compulsory session where we get to meet a guy who does snake charming? It’s…interesting. But not THAT interesting, because I have a SAC coming up for biology and I’m still trying to wrap my head around cell division.

Cell division aside, I guess there was one thing that I found helpful. They brought in some guy who’d done a dry needling course in Sydney somewhere, which sounds really random, and it really was, but actually in the end was sort of helpful. Dry needling gets to the core of muscle problems, sort of like the ones we’ve been talking about in Physical Education. It’s supposed to be a doss subject, but I’ve been finding it sort of difficult since you have to remember a billion parts of the body and I just don’t have a memory for facts.

Actually, I think trigger points are mentioned somewhere in my textbook…have to look at that later. Anyway, the people organising VCE want to give us, like, some career options I guess? That’s why we keep having these seminars, in case we all leave school and want to get office jobs or something. Not that there’s anything wrong with an office job…I hear you get to eat loads of cake and there’s usually coffee, like, all over the place.

But yeah. Actually, the dry needling course guy sparked a lot of thought about muscles and deep tissue damage. Might not have gotten much out of the snake charmer, but I can definitely see this being helpful.

-Adam

Bathroom renovations killing my vibe

This week our annoying flatmate’s boyfriend is coming to stay. He normally spend a couple of nights a week at ours but he is going to be moving in for the week now. He lives with his mum in Brighton and they are having bathroom renovations done so they have both have to move out for the week. It is not so much him that is the problem but her, and she is worse around him. They are an extremely smug couple and act as if no-one else has ever been in a relationship before. He also thinks he is extremely cool, but hello, you live with your mum. They have a very irritating habit of leaving things in the fridge uncovered. She once left a peeled potato in there unwrapped for about a week. I mean, what is she planning to do with it! Anyway she keeps going on about how excited he is about the bathroom renovation, apparently they have been planning it for ages and they are getting a spa bath installed. A little weird for mum and son if you ask me. She did that thing where she asks us if it’s ok if he stays but actually doesn’t really ask us at all. Along the lines of, him and his mum are having bathroom renovations in Brighton so he’s going to crash here for a week, is that ok?. I mean we can’t exactly say no. They also spend approximately an hour each in the bathroom every night. Who knows what they are doing and no wonder he needs the bathroom renovated! It also means they’re going to be in every night of the week, giggling at each other and ordering food. They are just a bit stupid. Once they’re ordered tacos from a vegetarian restaurant, he got halfway through his taco before he said ‘this meat tastes like beans’.

 

A stubborn father vs a passive aggressive child

Okay, I know it’s like holidays now and whatever, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still get annoyed by things. The end of school for the year doesn’t mean I ascend to some higher plane, I’m going to continue to be as petty as I’ve always been and just try and stop me. Oh, and believe me, I have a lot to be petty about.

For one thing, I feel my train of thought wandering dangerously off course, even as I sit here and write this, due to that incessant hammering. It’s been going on for what feels like forty days and forty nights (although between you and me that may be a bit of an exaggeration). Looking out my window, I’m just about paralysed with horror at the sight of the massive red gum in our backyard inches from breaking through into my bedroom.

For the last six months or so, my father has had his heart set getting rid of that monster of a tree on his own. He doesn’t need to hire a tree removal company in Brisbane or anything crazy like that, no siree. Instead, he’s going to do it all on his lonesome. He’s such a stubborn fool, and despite the fact that he’s making a colossal mess of the whole thing, he doesn’t seem capable to just take a bit of a step back and look at it all objectively. Nope, he’s just going to let the darn thing plough through my window instead.

Being the passive aggressive soul that I am, I decided to take it upon myself to contact someone who is a seasoned professional when it comes to tree felling. Brisbane, as it so happens, has no shortage of excellent arboreal removalists, and during my conversation with them, I realised the red gum removal could be achieved for a reasonable price. All that’s left now is to convince my father to abandon his insane vendetta.

The science behind concrete

Melbourne concrete renderingIs there anything better than getting an exchange student? It’s so exotic and interesting to have someone in class from a completely different part of the world. I mean unless they’re from some place that speaks the same language then it doesn’t really count. We got a new class member today and she’s from France. I know, I know, calm yourself and breathe. She is quite the head turner, I’ll say that and no more. I think she’s part of an exchange program because annoying Betty has gone missing and nobody seems to care. I’ll take that trade any day of the week. She’s such a kind and funny person, you can’t help but smile when she is around.

It’s funny when she mixes up her English words, our language is pretty crazy. My science lab partner was Betty, much to my annoyance. You know what that means right? Yep the exchange student is my science buddy for the compound minerals project. We’ll be researching the Melbourne concrete rendering industry. I’m prepared to work late hours, weekends, whatever it takes. I know quite a bit about concrete rendering but she doesn’t have to know that. I’m normally not a fan of presentations in front of the class but with an attractive lab partner on my side I think I’ll be fine. I can tell that Audette is struggling a little in class so I’m going to offer to tutor her after school. The language barrier must be difficult, thankfully I speak a little french. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be surrounded by people who you can’t understand. Her English is pretty good but when I tried to explain about what goes into making concrete for rendering I could tell Audette was struggling. I’m happy to do most of the work for this project. My dad helped me get in touch with a few house rendering companies in Melbourne to get a better idea of what they do. I hope this project brings us closer together, I have hopes for a Summer fling.

Exam prep wilting in this heat

air conditioning BrisbaneOkay. I’m just going to say it. This just plain isn’t fair. I mean, I’m at a genuine disadvantage here. As anybody and everybody knows, the final exams for year twelves around the country are on in the next couple of weeks. It’s a period of high stress, at least three of my friends have had to go on anxiety meds and this girl I know has actually started to have her hair fall out. Can you imagine? It sounds just ghastly. Anyway, nothing quite that severe or health-related has happened to me, thank goodness, but I’m struggling against an impediment of a very different kind.

For some unknown reason, my parents are total hippies who don’t believe in using air conditioning. Brisbane gets up to something like a billion degrees during the summer, and so even though the worst of it hasn’t hit yet, it’s so hot and humid at home that I can barely focus at all. My eyes just glaze over and I feel like I’m slipping against my will into a nap. It’s impossible. How they expect anybody to be able to study effectively under conditions like this I don’t know.

Naturally, I’ve been exploring my options. The most effective solution I’ve found is to go a library in the city, but that prevents its own problems. For one thing, I’ve discovered the constant hum of the air conditioning combined with the flicker of those unnatural fluorescent lights gives me a headache. I’ve even resorted to asking my parents about getting air conditioning repairs in Brisbane, but they’ve been adamant that we can live without them. I mean, of course we can live, but it’s one thing to just survive and another thing completely to succeed. They’re just so selfish. Getting good grades and going to a good uni is something that really matters to me, and they couldn’t give less of a hoot. Honestly, sometimes it feels like they don’t care about me at all.

Kid’s Parties, Bit of a Drag

Canberra birthday venuesIs anything more of a drag than having to be there at your sister’s birthday? For once, I rather just stay at school. I considered telling Mum and Dad that I had some kind of study emergency, but I don’t think they’d believe me. Mostly because I never study. Really wish I HAD studied before now, so I could use that excuse. But no, I have to be there to make fairy bread and…no other reason. Just because ‘family’.

Apparently it wasn’t good enough that I found an actual place to hold the party. Like, kids birthday party venues here in Strathpine aren’t exactl
y coming out of our ears, but Mum and Dad didn’t think our house would hold that many kids. Vicki is so annoying I can’t imagine she’d have that many friends, but maybe grade 3 kids nowadays all flock together like one giant ball of annoying and they all end up being friends. Plus it’s in the days when boys and girls can play together and it’s not weird, so Vicki probably invited her entire year level. Great. Just me and a hundred little kids. I’m just hoping I can either keep busy somewhere else or they just ignore me. I’m just some boring teenager who likes texting and studying and stuff, right? Why would they even bother me?

Besides, we’re having it at an actual party venue. There’s gonna be staff members doing the important stuff and keeping the kids entertained, so I guess I won’t have to do all that much. Just…make fairy bread. Man, kids are weird, the stuff they like to eat. Pretty sure at my parties I had carrot sticks and watered-down cordial. This is second child syndrome at its finest, seriously. And did I get any fancy birthday party venues around Canberra back when we lived there? Nope. Dinner with the family.

-Leo

The wedding videographer

Melbourne wedding videoI am way out of my depth here. At first, it started as a hobby, but far out I can’t do this. Why can’t I just say no?

Okay just let me take a few deep breaths here, I need to calm down …. Okay I’m back. I realise none of this really makes any sense right now, so let me explain.

For my fifteenth birthday, I got a camera. It was really nice, and actually quite a bit of my own money went into it, but I’d always love film and had wanted to be a filmmaker since before I could remember, so I thought I might as well get started. It was just a hobby, but over the years, my videos started looking better and better. I showed them to mum, and over time she showed it to her friends. Fast forward two years and mum’s friend, Karen, decided she was going to pay me to shoot her wedding video. Melbourne has tons of amazing video production companies and things like that, so why she didn’t just hire one of them to capture ‘the best day of her life’.

Obviously, I don’t want that kind of pressure on my shoulders – I mean, I’m an amateur at best – but it turns out mum said yes on my behalf. I’m sure she thought she was helping, but now I’m stuck. I don’t want to have to do this. And I really don’t understand why she didn’t just hire a professional video production company in Melbourne. It really is the obvious thing to do in this situation, rather than trust some barely post-pubescent kid.

Honestly this is just way too much pressure for me but it’s gone too far now, I can’t back out anymore. There isn’t time. But that doesn’t make me any more qualified. Really, there’s only one possible outcome, here.

I’m going to ruin Karen’s wedding.

Me vs the rendering

rendering MelbourneIf you’ve read pretty much any article ever posted on this website, then you know that the public education system is in dire straights. From bursted plumbing, to ceilings that have caved in, to the constant building of new classrooms that never seems to ends, it seems like schools these days are more construction field than hubs of learning. I have to say, though, my school is no different. Don’t get me wrong, I like the idea of having fancy new buildings to take my learning to the next level, but when you spend years dealing with the interruption of a builder’s drill in the background, isn’t it really your education that bears the hit?

Thankfully, that time is almost over. The new theatre building, which has been under construction for over three years now, is almost done. Just as I’m about to graduate, which let me tell you is classic. All that they’re doing now, though, is the rendering. Melbourne schools like mine have, I guess, a certain look they need to maintain. I mean, if you’re going to spend all that money on a place, you want it to look kind of expensive. But I just don’t get it. I’d so much rather be in the building, using the facilities we’ve all heard so much about, than outside watching it get another layer of render slapped on. They made such a big deal of getting acrylic rendering on a Melbourne school, it kind of feels like no one really ever stopped to wonder if it’s all really necessary. As a student, I can confirm that I don’t give a hoot whether how the building looks. Why couldn’t they just leave the brick and call it quits?  

I guess I’m just bitter, knowing that I’ve only got six months left in this place before I move on to bigger and better things. Still, the knowledge that this rendering is all that stands between me and using those mega-hyped facilities is really annoying me.

Little Miss Air Con

Brisbane air conUgh, I reckon classroom transfers should be made far easier than they are right now. Might help me escape little miss snob over here. There’s a girl in my class, and all she does it talk about her family, and how rich they are, and how if things aren’t going her way then she’s going to get daddy to buy it all up and create some kind of utopia. Despite how much she complains, I’ve yet to see anything actually happen on this front. Almost like she’s making it up!!

Oh, she’s probably rich alright, but I don’t think daddy has quite as much power as he says he does. Doesn’t stop her from talking about it though; everything from what we learn in Further Maths to the state of the air conditioning. Brisbane has better air con than Melbourne! Even the classrooms that have it aren’t good enough! It’s detrimental to my learning! I’m calling DADDY!

She just won’t shut up. I really don’t care what the air conditioning is like in Brisbane. It could be strong enough to freeze someone in a block of ice and it wouldn’t matter, because what we have here is just fine. I mean, other girls are complaining that it’s too cold in the classrooms, so I’m making a wild assumption that the cool air here is just as cool as the air needs to be up there. I guess this is just another one of those excuses to complain, although I’m surprised she didn’t just go for the ‘it’s too cold, I’m calling daddy’ response. You know, because yesterday she was complaining about it being too cold. Can’t have been that bad, because the name of the father was not invoked.

She does it in a slightly subtle way, I’ll give her that. Almost reasonable at times, even though she finishes her statement in the exact same way. But hey, I could be wrong. The mighty Brisbane air conditioning services could very well be ten times that of Brisbane.

Doubt it, though.

-Bradford