| The Misadventures of Nikita Neurotica |
| Paranoid, bitter and dark, Nikita never asked to be born like this. Pessimistic to the core, she spends her time wandering around buggering things up just like the rest of us but unlike those of us who can vaguely be called normal, refuses to see that there is little to be done and that we may as well just do the best we can while we're around. Stay away from her if you can. She'd probably prefer that anyway. Nikita Archive (2001-2003 or something) 21st May Ah, AS levels, they're not that bad really, are they? NOT IF YOU'RE A MASOCHIST! Why are they doing this to us? Why can't we have a year off to recuperate after GCSEs and get ready for the A levels? The lower sixth is meant to be a year of drinking too much and sitting around laughing and other such happy images. Not so any longer, oh no. Now we have to actually like, learn and read awful books and horrible things like that. It is my humble opinion that they are trying to grind us down as a punishment for the school/college pupils who went out to protest the war. At least they're thinking of changing the SATs - they're just sick, aren't they? Did you know that there are revision guides for the year 2 SATs? I didn't even notice I was doing SATs in year 2! Never mind revise! I didn't revise for my year 6 SATs either! We didn't even have homework then - now kids have at least one piece of homework a week! It's just getting stupid, and it is seriously scaring me - why are they trying to ruin these kids lives already? Isn't there enough time for that later with politics and tax and things? Horrid! 5th September Well, thanks a lot, college. Thanks a lot, UCAS. Thanks a lot, Tony bloody Blair. How much, exactly, do you want to make us suffer? Went back to college today, hoping to see some friends, hide in corners, have a bit of a chat about how miserable the summer was. But oh no - we were accosted almost immediately by talk of UCAS forms. AS level re-sits. Personal Statements. Almost enough to send you weeping to the Job Centre, vowing to turn your back forever on education. I'm not even eighteen yet. Going to university and preparing for your future is something grown-ups do. And I'm certainly not one yet. Wish in a way, that I had never left nursery. Apart from the fact that the nursery teacher put my 'My Little Pony' on a shelf all day so I "wouldn't lose her". And there was that horrid boy who would never let me play with the stickle bricks. And on my birthday the teacher wouldn't let me put my animal biscuits in the fish dish to hand them out because they were already in a box. Bah. |
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