damnation said:
As title. Me, personally, more than usual, what that actually means- i don't know myself.
I have to teach my damned self because my teachers are such crap heads.
Care me to explain?:
English, Ext1, Ext2: Same teacher, she's actually a poor way to start 'cause she's the exception to the rule - wonderbrass.
Maths: We do medial stuff, to get a good mark I have to go to 3U books to catch up with those bourgouise losers.
Modern: Dodo. Born and bred. She teaches us the basics and then is shocked why we don't know the last word uttered from Shaddy McGuin: Scottish/Irish soldier on the Western Front who has a particularly bad bruise on his right elbow.
Drama: My teacher's a poet, a published poet. His work's in the Change unit...he believes that he's bestowing all his worldly knowledge upon us, when he's really only telling us how much better he is than us uncultured, unpublished prols.
Legal: We have a Commerce teacher for Legal Studies, go figure.
Given all that I'm looking at 5+ a day...problem being, I can't be shitted to start.