St. Lucia gone wild

Another fantastic day at school today. There was a mention about "inaproppiate drawings being left at public venues" .woops!

I thought I'd share this picture with you

What St. Lucia would be like if we were let wild...

Lets jsut hope that St. Lucia doesn't find this one.

*St. Lucia is just a name used instead of my actual school name.

School Shivers

Theres something about school that sends shivers up my spine. For the purpose of this post lets call it St. Lucia's. St. Lucia's is an all girl school that takes on the likes of St. Trinians; complete with stereotypical "emos", "nerds", "goths", "posh tottys" and a spastic bunch of first years. The teachers have no idea what they're on about half the time, and the other half of the time we're to busy not paying attention. Despite all this, we call come love St. Lucia's with all its many defects. I thought you'd might like to come to school with me today, so here's a journey through my timetable.



Oh, how joyous! First period Sport. Take one look at those evil red eyes and you know what we mus put up with. It is not uncommon to have this lady in you nightmares at least once a week.

Ahh, second period Japanese. I would like to warn you all that ya for yack looks nothing like a yack and more of tangled piece of wool. I tried telling sensei that but it didn't go down to well.

3rd period English

There's no where to run and no where to hide, but it doesn't stop us trying. English my friend, is your biggest foe.

4th and last period: maths

I had a slimply splendid picture I drew in maths today; it showed our teacher (who is pure evil, i repeat, PURE evil) having suffocated us all for refusing to turn on the air conditioner in 35 + degrees Celsius heat. But the thing is, I left it on the bus on the way home. It was a marvelous picture, i promise. I hope the school doesn't find it, i don't think they'll appreciate "the next day" part of my comic where we are dangling her outside the window.

To St. Lucia, I'm awfully sad I lost my drawings and should you ever find it I apologise; but its your fault that the pockets in our skirts are so dam shallow.

beginnings

I'm never good with beginnings. Like the beginning of friendships or even beginning a book. So I apologize for my bag beginning. I better mention frankie, whom this blog is named after. I've never met frankie, but he's with me all the time.