Wonderful beginning to what promises to be a pretty nice school year.

Yes, I'm capable of liking something. Try not to faint.

But too bad I'm also a pessimist.

Hopefully for WMBOC, and unfortunately for the rest of you, things will change. Maybe for the better, maybe for worse. What seems to be a nice beginning could turn into hell quite fast. If it does, you, and I, have WMBOC.

If it does not, well, I'll have to think of some other funny BS to put up here. Maybe a weekly photoshopped pic? Or I can actually do something constructive and write weekly stories. What a funny thought.


Anyways, opening speech by Mme Stocco was very plain, but could have been funnier. (And it was, in my head)

All I felt like remembering of it:

If you ever feel like you are starting to sink [in shit], TELL US, we WILL help you out. We'll arrange something. Of course, if you're already deep in [it], TELL US ANYWAY, we WILL help you out, it'll just take more effort and time.

And I did sincerely like this part:

If ever you are met with a problem, don't break down, just think: Whatever doesn't kill you can only make you stronger. You've made it this far, so you probably already do this.

I disagree with the quote 100%, and can definitely picture Chamby shaking his head and brewing up a pitcher of acid with a huge grin on his face. But back to the point, I like the general idea.

When Hell gives you the worst, flip it the finger and keep going. That's what I do.

Keep this in mind, it's not for nothing Stocco and I are mentioning it. In a few weeks, we will all be in the metaphorical shit.
(But please, don't walk into the schoolyard with your middle fingers prominently aloft)

On another note, and make no mistake, this is very good for me, by some extreme miscommunication, lucky coincidence, hilarious incompetence, or brilliant sabotage, or all of the above, they put over 25 enriched English people in one class (32 people), and made the hometeacher Mrs. Roubaud, which also happens to be an English teacher. This time, I can say, with three thumbs up and no sarcsm whatsoever: KUDOS!

Maybe they've given up on "subliminal" ways to impose French onto us and moved on to flaying.
Their new plan of offering prizes to those who use French in everyday life does seem to support this.

Which reminds me of a quote I came up with after being reprimanded randomly and called a hypocrite for having spoken in English behind the backs of the French teachers. (No shit! Of course I'll yap in English when you ain't around!)

Who's more hypocrite? The person who speaks English when he knows he can't get caught? Or the person who tells you to speak french, when his daily speech is filled with so many English words (most used improperly, with a heavy accent) it's murdering the English and French languages.





That's all for today, now if you'll excuse me, I need to go gatecrash a cotillion.
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IB quote of the day:

Writing a TOK essay is like being constipated. It hurts like hell and you produce crap very slowly.

T minus 15 hours 40 minutes

[Quickly, there is still time for a zombie invasion to happen!]


Anyway, my speech:

It's a New School Year
New Opportunities
New Teachers
New Subjects

But same old WMBOC. Whatever this year throws at us, let us do what we do best: Wrap it up in BS and THROW IT BACK!


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And of course, some actual content:
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Dear Mr. Minister

I'm in the process of renewing my passport, and still cannot believe this.
How is it that K-Mart has my address and telephone number, and knows that I bought a television Set and Golf Clubs from them back in 1997, and yet, the Federal Government is still asking me where I was born and on what date.
For Christ sakes, do you guys do this by hand? My birth date you have in my Medicare information, and it is on all the income tax forms I've filed for the past 40 years. It is on my driver's licence, on the last eight passports I've ever had, on all those stupid customs declaration forms I've had to fill out before being allowed off the planes over the last 30 years, and all those insufferable census forms that I've filled out every 5 years since 1966.
Also..would somebody please take note, once and for all, that my mother's name is Audrey, my Father's name is Jack, and I'd be absolutely f@ck!ng astounded if that ever changed between now and when I drop dead!!!...
SH!T!

I apologize, Mr. Minister. But I'm really pi$$ed off this morning. Between you an' me, I've had enough of all this bull$h!t! You send the application to my house, then you ask me for my f@ck!ng address!! What the hell is going on with your mob? Have you got a gang of mindless Neanderthal @r$eholes workin' there!
And another thing, look at my damn picture. Do I look like B!n L@den? I can't even grow a beard for God's sakes.

I just want to go to New Zealand and see my new granddaughter. (Yes, my son interbred with a Kiwi girl).
And would someone please tell me, why would you give a $h!t whether I plan on visiting a farm in the next 15 days? If I ever got the urge to do something weird to a sheep or a horse, believe you me, I'd sure as hell not want to tell anyone!
Well, I have to go now, 'cause I have to go to the other end of the city, and get another f@ck!ng copy of my birth certificate, and to part with another $80 for the privilege of accessing MY OWN INFORMATION!

Would it be so complicated to have all the services in the same spot, to assist in the issuance of a new passport on the same day?? Nooooo.. that'd be too f@ck!ng easy and makes far too much sense. You would much prefer to have us running all over the place like chickens with our f@ck!ng heads cut off, and then having to find some high society w@nker to confirm that it's really me in the goddamn photo! You know the photo..the one where we're not allowed to smile?! ..you f@ck!ng morons


Signed - An Irate Australian Citizen.

P.S.
Remember what I said above about the picture, and getting someone in high-society to confirm that it's me? Well, my family has been in this country since before 1850! In 1856, one of my forefathers took up arms with Peter Lalor. (You do remember the Eureka Stockade!!)

I have also served in both the CMF and regular Army something over 30 years (I went to Vietnam in 1967), and still have high security clearances.
I'm also a personal friend of the president of the RSL.. and Lt General Peter Cosgrove sends me a Christmas card each year.
However, your rules require that I have to get someone 'important' to verify who I am; You know.. someone like my doctor; WHO WAS BORN AND RAISED IN PAKISTAN!!!......a country where they either assassinate or hang their ex-Prime Ministers, and are suspended from the Commonwealth for not having the 'right sort of government.

You are all f@ck!ng idiots

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You gotta love them Aussies, eh?