Tuesday is early day, and as usual I go to school early for maths. Well, starting from next week it won’t be like that any more! YAY! It’s not hurry day for me either, because the class has been moved to Wednesday afternoon.

Surprisingly, the maths scientist is actually very picky about words. He picked on whether it should be “daylight saving” or “daylight savings”, and I took the chance to mention RAS syndrome, and we had a great laugh about it.

Choosing to watch the Da Vinci Code movie during my spares probably wasn’t such a good idea. I was watching a movie in faith class, so that involved staring at light, and then I watched the Da Vinci Code movie after school, and then I was lampworking in the evening. Normally it’s bad enough with the solar flares, and then I was watching the two movies during the day. I think that’s why I have a headache now. (Well, it might actually be the carbon monoxide, but if that’s the case I’d be dead by now, right?)

The Da Vinci Code wasn’t that good, especially since it’s supposed to be suspenseful, and I’ve read the book so I knew the story. The good thing is that the scenery was beautiful, and just the fact that quite a lot of it was in French somehow made it a lot more interesting.

OK, I’m going to put my maths smileys up here. I’ve drawn them quite some time ago, but I’ve finally put them on a PNG image.

How many of these do you get? Post if you want the explanations.

Well, I drew a pair of mice arranged in the shape of a heart. As usual, I bring my sketchbook around with me to show people at school. One teacher was so used to me showing him stuff that he said “show me!” before I even had a chance to tell him that I have something to show him. Am I THAT predictable?

Of course, I show it to just about everyone, even the evil maths scientist. He asked me why I have so much time for these things. Somehow, I decided to tell him the story about how the people at the Thursday sculpture class asked me how I have time for anything when I do maths extension 2. Bad idea. I ended up getting another maths question from roll call. This one’s a graph I have to sketch – that’s what I get for showing him a sketch. Someone in year 11 said “A maths question the first thing on Monday morning? That’s so cruel!” and he said “She loves it!” (may be that’s the cruelest thing to say – what will the year 11 girls think?) – what kind of roll call is this?

The moral of the story: I should stay away from the maths scientist in roll call.

Today I saw my physics half-yearly paper. I got the same mark as the top person in the other class, although there are a few people in my class who got higher marks. The teacher commented about how the top person wasn’t in the top class for science in year 10, and someone said that the classes weren’t graded, and I mentioned how the classes were divided in the school I used to go to. The teacher then told me about the students in China, and I talked about how the systems are different, and I ended up mentioning that I’m in this year because they systems are different, and she asked me how old I am, and I told her, and she said “Oh, you’re a baby!” – well, I am actually the youngest in my class, but Hannah’s only 6 days older, and there are people in the year who are younger.

Well, if a teacher at school said that, then I don’t know what the people at the art centre will say if they found out about my age. I was told that I’ll have to hire the gas bottle and take it home because the tutor can’t keep bringing all these bottles each time (it’s very dangerous), and I’ll need a credit card to make a deposit. I told her that I don’t have a credit card, and she was shocked – there has never been anyone in her class that doesn’t have a credit card because most people do. That was totally awkward. That said, I actually feel quite awkward in that class most of the time, because it’s actually a very dangerous activity, and I sometimes think that I’m making it more dangerous for everyone else.

Well, since SOMEONE won’t believe me when I told him how we put the hole in a bead, I had this photo taken as proof:

While I’m at it, here’s a bead that I made last time (I couldn’t take it with me last week because it hasn’t cooled down yet and it needs to be in vermiculite to slow down the cooling, and I didn’t have a bucket to take vermiculite with me):

My hand hurts because I’ve acidentally put it in the flame. (I know, that sounds ridiculous.) Yes, it’s the glass bead making class. It’s totally information overload. It was kind of funny when the teacher told us that ventilation is important when using torches to avoid the build up of carbon monoxide, because she used the example that if you connect a hose to the car exhaust and put it back in the car, you can kill yourself. Really, teaching us how to kill ourselves? Not that she was encouraging it, but still. As usual, I’m the one odd high school kid in the class that is mainly older people. No photos because the first bead that I made is totally uninteresting, and the second one hasn’t cooled down enough for me to take home. This class isn’t really that suitable for me, because I have trouble judging space and my hands aren’t very steady. Really, the burn wasn’t too bad. I was worried that something worse would happen.

I actually dressed up for the athletics carnival today, but a cheerleader costume isn’t exactly interesting. It was noisy, and needless to say I hated that. What’s more, the teacher telling me to join in with the cheering ignored my complaints about the noise, and he was the one who said that I can tell him if there’s anything wrong. At least it was fun playing with my lasertemp. Someone’s shoulder heated up to 40°C from the sunlight, while the teacher that I’ve just mentioned was actually cooler than the surroundings. I’m sure that something else must’ve happened, but I can’t remember.