Okay so today is wednesday, I'll give you a bit of background on my school life. Our schedules this year have 4 periods rather than the usual 6, as an experiment, as a result, all year 12s (myself included) gained a spare block, so we dont have any classes in that block. Furthermore, they added 2 spares a week for study, since there are 6 blocks, but in a week there are 20 periods, so we have 18 periods used for classes and 2 leftover for study. Finally, since I'm doing an IT course at a different school in place of my 5th subject, I gain another block of spares. This means on wednesday, I have English and then 3 spares in a row, a nice relaxed day. So I nearly miss the bus in the morning, and I'm tired as shit. Not really looking forward to school, even if it is only one subject for the whole day. I head up the hill from the busstop and my leg kind of bumps and I nearly trip over. Expecting some rock or other bullshit I look down to find the sole of my shoe has pretty much come off. After some frantic texting to my dad I head up to my locker (at the back of the school) to grab my shit for english etc. my shoe is basically impossible to walk with because the sole is flapping around like a fish out of water. So I take it off and walk up the hill with one shoe on and a sock on my other foot. I ask around for sticky tape to fix it up temporarily while I wait for my dad to bring me my shoes from home, but nobody has tape. So I head to form assembly, still not wearing any shoe (my foot is now incredibly cold) form assembly ends and I head to english which is down the god damn bottom of the school. Anyway, our normal english teacher was pregnant so she took her long service leave about a week ago, so we have a new teacher for the last 6 or 7 weeks of school, she's some crazy hippy lady who manages to tie buddhism in with basically everything, but that's another story. Anyway, we're waiting out the front of the english portable, it's fucking freezing and my left foot is now made of ice. We wait around for 15 minutes, and then one of my friends sees the teacher getting into her car in the carpark (which is visible from the portable) and then she drives off. So there I am, sitting there with a cold foot a broken shoe and no subjects for the rest of the day. My dad then pulls up out the front and I go say hi, explain whats up, grab the left shoe he brought me, put it on and head up to my locker with completely odd shoes (but a warm foot) and then I go down, and sign out 10 minutes after form assembly ended, much to the office ladies confusion. I explain what's up and she remains confused. I get in the car and go home, and that was the weirdest wednesday I've ever had, and it's only 10:20am.
Well. I left my school (Let's call it School_A) and went to School_B for two years. I returned to School_A today and saw about 20 of my old friends for the first time in two years. Hot damn people have changed. 'course I did too, but lots of people changed. Of course, unfortunately, half the girls in the public school are hookers.
You should have realized by the bland dull quality of the story. desu. Also my country isn't retarded enough to call periods "blocks".
There are 4 periods a day. There are 6 blocks. A,B,C,D,E,F Each block is a subject. It helps you read the timetable.
There are 8 periods a day. Most people have 1-6. 0 and 7 are before and after regular school hours. I have 1-5. Tuesdays its 135 double periods. Wednesdays its 246 double peroids. 0 and 7 remain the same every day.
He brought me another pair but the right shoe in that pair was fucked so I just put on the left one. EDIT: It was my old pair of shoes.
Blizzerd if ever you were to do anything in your trainwreck of a moderation career, please find it in yourself to delete this thread.