With my spirit broken by the excessively long-winded Shanghai posts, the sloth counterpart of my alter ego took over and created a several-week-long drought of posts, akin to the formidable drought taking place in Melbourne. Fear not, fellow sloths - with the return of the school year, I feel the obligation to also return to my previously religious blogging. Yes, it is Return of the Blogger: Part Two.

Taking several weeks off simply lounging around; watching TV; cursing the speed of dial-up; tormenting my agitated dog with baby talk and drooling over the uber-hotness that is Andy Roddick (yes, watching his shirt fly up whilst serving is a favourite pasttime of yours truly), all thought of my blog was erased from my mind. That is, of course, omitting the intermittent pangs of guilt as my blog was left unattended. However, realising my English was ridiculously sub-par compared to the verbosity and impressive flair of my peers, I concluded that it would be best if I were to, in the wise words of one Fleur Delacour, 'eemprove my Eenglish'. Indeed.
So, taking the first day of Term 1 as my marker, I decided to type.

Anyway, skipping the rather theatric introduction, today was the first day of Term 1. And judging by the hell that was last year with only one subject, this year would be that and at least four times more. Admittedly, many members of the Methods alumni were gullible enough to entertain the thought of taking it easy - after all, Methods was over! But with this year being the final and most intense year of our education (up until now, anyway), the waves of pressure are sure to swell and rise. The mere thought of returning to school for the dreaded VCE year sent shivers down our spines and, in many cases, down our perfectly summer-tanned legs as well.

We began the year with the regulation beginning-of-year form assembly, as well as the standard oh-my-God-I-haven't-seen-you-for-agesss in the corridors. We also had an assembly that consisted of Mrs Collin explaining in depth what happened in an assembly (sense the irony here?), and an Investiture Assembly rehearsal, where we would be sworn in as the dutiful leaders of the school (sense the utter absurdity of this?). Nothing particularly special, unless you count the novelty of sitting in the second storey facing a stoned-looking Mr Ross (there was a suspicious row of empty seats left in front of him), or the revelation that Mrs Elvins trawled MySpace regularly. This means that she could possibly be Tom or the paedophiles our mothers warned us about. Excellent news…

Unfortunately, we received our timetables, and I was devastated to find that I didn’t get any of the teachers that I had submitted in the lottery form aka our ‘Subject’ Choice Form. Oh well… cest la vie. Also, I discovered that I was to have a double spare immediately. Although this news would normally be met with an exultant ‘hurrah!’, the fact that almost no one else actually shared this double spare with me and that it was the first day of term meant that I was to spend two hours doing zilch, as is customary on the first day. Cest la vie, yet again…

So after two wasted spares and a house meeting, I was rewarded with a Chemistry lesson (well… it is better than resorting to watching Grace copying out her Specialist Maths homework) with Mrs Hall… although I ended up transcribing the notes in my textbook in lieu of those on the board. Following this, I headed off to my English class. However, I was crestfallen to find that I was in the same class as Phoebe, Nancy, Sarah, Leonie as well as other Methods alumni, and realised that I was in for literary hell. This meant that not only would my mediocre scribblings be hopelessly outshined by the wondrous masterpieces produced by the above, but also the attention of our teacher Mrs Ross would be diverted and directed at their flourishing talents. Excellent, yet again…

So here I am, attempting to salvage what is left of my deteriorating English skill set. Well, one can only hope for a little eemprovement.

-Meelll

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