"There's seven left but I can't count!"

Today I quote Mr Cottrell, the Arse RS Teacher. He gave me a good blog post title, for which I am grateful, and me and Enchio were laughing a lot in his lesson, and generally trying to ignore the Chavs, and if he calls me Hannah again I will scream, and Naisha copied my work, as usual, even though it was like copying off a sheet. Is she that moronic? We didn't get green cards or commendations or anything.
Science was actually ok. Open evening gives us an excuse to arse about in our science lessons, "making posters". Well...I do pretty much nothing, Emma does most of the work, Enchio helps and Sam does more than me but still not that much. I just kinda sat there and tried to make the others laugh, which was fun, then I walked into a stack of chairs without the chair part...lol, I know I make very little sense, then we messed around with feathers, and, horror of horrors, we got permanent marker on the table. BUT it's all ok. Because you can get rid of it with alcohol. Which I never knew. So yah the teacher has a purpose. Finding uses for alcohol. Lol.
And uh...break was kinda dull. Stole sugar from Emma, gave random hugs (only to buddypals; I'm not that friendly), watched Enchi get beaten up, then watched Mary beat Nick up. Yah, my friends are a little odd. Then I told Laura lots of times that we had Drama and she was like oh ok and then we walked off together, then I waited outside Drama with Vicky and that was fun...Drama sucked. It seriously sucked. I have to perform tomorrow, and I have pretty much no idea what I'm doing, so... Oh, and it's being filmed. And assessed. So I'm failing Drama already. Yay me! And there's gonna be film evidence of it.
Sociology after that. Wasn't that bad. Way better sitting next to Sam. The Chavs of the class (and Rowan) spent nearly all of the lesson discussing bunking school, skipping lessons, giving each other tips on how to skip and bunk and forge notes for PE and how to avoid getting caught...actually considering the note forgery. PE first lesson. How cruel. Enchio loves it. How weird. Lol.
Lunch was kinda dull.
German was kinda dull. We were in the Language Lab, which resulted in the usual choruses of "Oh no!" and "Oh dear!" from me and Emma. Lol. Emma is a great person to have as a friend. Not much happened. Mr Chalmers got me freaked out about failing German. And there was much discussion of sneaking out to use the toilet because Mrs Robertson was standing right outside the door and she tells people they're not allowed to go to the toilet and sends them back to the lesson, which we don't think she should be allowed to do since Mr Chalmers is in charge of us and he gave us permission. Anyway.
Yah. So...dayish.