Damn Year 11s. That's what this rant is about.

Here's the story for those of you who weren't there. Lucky you.

Break time today was slightly different in that we stood outside because the hall was being used by some Shakespeare play thingy. So, we stood by the music block as we always used to. I was very crowded as the cakes were being sold outside. There were people from many year groups, including the dreaded year 11s.

The particular group in question was about 10 big. Darstards. For most of break they decided to throw perfectly good food at us. ( Us being Lewis, MC Dave McC, Sanjay and myself).

This went on for about 7/8 minutes nad i said that if they throw food again, i'd go and confront them. Sure enough, they threw food again and true to my word, i confronted them. Here's how the conversation went:

Dan: "Why are you throwing food at us?" I directed this at a boy that i saw doing it. We'll call him year eleven scum, or YES.

YES:"What?"

Dan: "why did you just throw food at us?"

YES: "I didn't do nothing"

Dan: "er, yes you did. Why did you do it?"

So he just stands there looking surprised that i didn't let him, get away with it, and acting as if he did nothing. Anyway, the conversation continued. His friends thought that he was some God or something and in a way cheered him on. I told him to give me his contact diary, and i put out my hand. I was very enraged by this point. Idiot. He then slapped my hand like a girl. Then, the coward he is, he ran away. Fool. He was either scared or stupid. Hoefully both. And he was a chav. Need i say more about his personality?

I may still report him to Stewart, although i'm contemplating that one.

Elsewhere in the world of Dan, I got my German McOral mark back, I got an A. Very pleased i was too, because i thought i did disarsterously badly. Evidently not. Oh well, at least it wasn't a U.

That's all for now

tata

Weather: Sunny all day
Reading: Nowt
Listening to: Nightwish - Ghost love score
Watching: Nowt
Confused about: Year eleven in general
Annoyed with: Year eleven, especially the chav
Mood: Annoyed at one thing, pleased with another