tafe and so on...

hmmm....somehow howie has the power to make me blog...

so much effort!
let's see...i started tafe last week...kinda boring. four different teachers who don't check what we've already done with the other teachers and instead teach us the same stuff over and over...ie. "this is how you move a program to the desktop" (like we didn't already know) "oh wait...the computer won't let you drap things from the start menu to the desktop...go here and enable dragging and dropping" *next class with same teacher* "this is how you move a program to the desktop...do it this way cause the computer won't let you drag it...we can't figure out why..." *giggles/rolling of eyes from entire class*
next... "now we're going to learn how to make a folder on the E drive" (mind numbing boredom) *next class, new teacher* "now we're going to learn how to make a folder on the E drive" (silent groans of disdain from class) *next class, new teacher* "now we're going to learn how to make a folder on the E drive" (half of class is staring into space having a silent aneurism, the others are whispering and laughing) *next class, new teacher* "have you already learnt how to make folders?" *everyone nods profusely* "ok, that's good...we're going to make a folder called (insert name here)...I'll just show you how to do it" *gunshots-entire class is on the floor in pools of their own blood, forced to suicide as the pain is so much less than death by boredom*

exaggerating? i think not! well maybe a bit...but only a teensy tiny amount. Don't worry we're all still alive...though the teachers are still asking us if we know how to make folders and copy programs to the desktop.
I'm hoping we'll move past what they teach in year 10 computing...

In OH&S on friday we got to go around the tafe to different areas and write down the hazards we could find...oh so many. apparently the canteen ceiling is falling off. the teacher said we should be grateful, cause if the tafe weren't falling apart we wouldn't have anything to fill in our sheets with. one group of girls who were assigned to the toilets went into the male ones and told us that they discovered that guys can't aim. hazard=slipping and breaking your head open.

making friends too. nice class. (except the felon...well actually he's still nice). I met a girl called Jemimah who goes to Howie and Jenny's church. yay. and she likes switchfoot. *what good taste she has* although she's into emo bands at the moment. *shock, horror* oh well...everyone's face is clawed. ha. so distracted just now by the cat clawing me for food. now she's giving me puppy dog eyes. i be off, mum be home.

ps. was walking to the car earlier this week and noticed that the bunny was grooming the pig. funny bunny.