So, after reading about the inspiration for my post on how to treat teachers, my friend (who has seen the whole email) felt compelled to respond. This gets a whole post rather than a comment because it’s so damn good.
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I am good at this.
I haven’t done romance at all today. Just cake.
Something you might find comforting, though:
Meanwhile, can I ask where the heck my cards are? D:
Yammer is Microsoft’s social enterprise network. By that, I mean, it’s an internal version of Facebook for companies.
My school is doing lots of exciting things, and Yammer is one of them which has been discovered by many people before it was even released.
I’d like to hail it as a public health success.
LU had urged union members to vote against strikes, insisting they had dismissed the Northern Line driver for failing two random breath alcohol tests, adding that it operates a zero tolerance policy for drugs and alcohol.
Extract from a story reporting a strike as a result of a Tube driver being sacked after failing two alcohol tests.
Anyone notice the problem? Continue reading
Do you know why I’m not capable of doing my English homework? Because there are some other things I am not:
- Evolutionary biologist
- Stereotypical Victorian
I was lucky enough this evening to be able to watch the first night of The Sound of Music at Hardenhuish School, which was an outstanding blend of magnificent acting and music.
A fantastic first night for Hardenhuish’s Sound of Music production – well done to all involved! Three nights to go, highly recommended.
— Hardenhuish Library (@HarnishLibrary) February 3, 2015
Welcome back to the Relationships Suck series in this run-up to Valentine’s Day.
Today I’d like to make you feel bad if you’re in a relationship. I’m going with monogamy in the title, by the way, because that’s what most of my readers are used to. Sorry if you don’t like it; shout at me.
Because I’m disorganised*, I only changed my calendar to February this morning.
* I’m actually not, I just can’t see anything as far away as my calendar when I wake up. Something to do with shitty eyesight.
And what did I see?
Swans. Beautiful, right? And a clear reference to the most desolate day of the year which is frankly just inconsiderate.
Actually…I appear to be jealous of swans doing what all animals do. I might have a problem…
But nobody reading this blog wants to know about my problems; it’s not entirely an outlet for them or anything.
No: you’ve come here to be enlightened as to why any couple should feel terrible about themselves. And they should.
The thing is, every time you people experience happiness, you compound the bitterness I feel. Even some swans in a vaguely cutesy position (and a great photograph) make me bitter, imagine how awful it is when real people do it.
Of course, if anyone wanted to be swannish with me, all they have to do is ask…
I digress. Since it seems nobody wants to, I shall be bitter and desolate. There are couples at school, and they actually look happy and stuff. What the hell is with that?
Some of the heckling is our lacking maturity, and some of the “get a room” comments might even be an anti-Public Displays of Affection standpoint. But for me? Just heart-wrenching bitterness. So it’s excusable, really.
And the sole cause of that? Couples.
What I’d suggest to everyone, therefore, for the benefit of absolutely everyone in society, is this: stop being happy. It’s selfish, rude and generally horrendous.
If you’ve felt agreement with nearly anything in this post, please remember that actually relationships are not the sole way to achieve happiness. Being happy is. Try it (or talk).
I might give it a go some day.
I wish to critique this photo (because that way I get away with copyright) – this cartoon in The Independent today is incredibly clever.