Turned out to be a bit of a crappy week really.
All of it was school related and if it wasn't for one person in particular I would currently be feeling utterly dispondent.
We had parents evening on Tuesday which went well, but sort of made me worry at the same time. My spanish teacher was really really nice about me, and about the progress that I've made with confidence and everything in the time that she's known me (3 years, I started off in a french class where I knew nobody, the difference is pretty massive). She was so nice, which, of course, made me worry that I was going to totally bomb my mocks. I really didn't want to dissapoint her after everything that she'd said and I wanted the oppertunity to do the higher paper (although at that point I didn't hate foundation as much as I do now. Exeter hadn't happened yet.)
I bombed it. Obviously.
I got an E on my listening paper. After everything that's already happened this week, I nearly cried. 
I knowwwwwwwwwwwww but I'm already feeling incredibly sensitive about that stuff and then the E happpend and.. well, I had to get out of there pretty quickly.
Then I went to child developement, with the supply teacher again. I was told by Mrs P (the most odious woman alive (Gilmore Girls quote heh heh)) at parents evening that I could take one of the previous projects home to look at at the lay out and whatnot and that I could ask the supply teacher for it today, and that the supply teacher would know that I was going to ask and she would give it to me. Do I even need to say that it didn't turn out that way?
Of course Mrs P hadn't actually told the supply that I needed the project and so she and another teacher pretty much accused me of lying and wanting to copy it in front of everyone which was EXTREMELY embarassing and something I am absolutely mentioning (ha. "mentioning".) to Mrs P the next time that I see her.
Strike 2. Nearly cried again. I'm not prone to getting emotional in public and although I didn't actually cry on any of the occaisions (there's another one to look forward to) it still made me feel uncomfortable and pretty stupid.
So THEN the teacher asked me and Jemma to go down to the other side (I'm lucky enought to go to a school with a bridge. What a joy that is to cross everyday.) to get the registers that she had left in the office. The office that she was talking about is in a part of the school that students aren't supposed to go into, so we were given a note. We went into the office and the lady told us that we were in the wrong place, and that we needed to go next door. She was really nice about it. So we went next door to have this stupid woman be SO rude to us about the fact that we were in this corridor and just generally be a bitch about the whole thing. I told her (politely) that we were supposed to be there, we'd been sent there and that we had a note (which she barely even LOOKED at, by the way.) and made this massive deal about printing off another set of registers. All she had to do was type in the supply teachers name and press print but she acted as though she was doing this massive service, and that we were doing it all just to annoy her.
Strike 3. Nearly cried. Again. I just don't think that it's fair, I always make an effort to be polite to people (apart from Mrs P, but honestly that woman is beyond a joke.) and nice and then someone like that comes along and treats you like crap. It really makes you wonder what the point is, we're constantly told to respect our teachers and the other staff but they speak to us like that? Why should we bother? What's even the point? Doesn't respect go 2 ways?!
The only kind of passive aggressive "revenge" that I could have was by saying something loudly about her being a rude cow when we left.
And then we get back to my spanish teacher. Today I took the second half of my spanish mock, the reading bit. I had sort of forgotten about it but at the end of the day, Rose came up to me and told me that my spanish teacher was looking for me, and when we found her she told me that I had got a C on my reading paper 
. She wasn't on duty or anything either, she'd come out in the cold specifically to find me and tell me that I did well in the second exam. And my paper was the only one that she had marked, because she wanted to know my result first.
I wanted to hug her. I didn't, of course but I still kind of wish I could of done. She said something about knowing that I was having a rubbish week as well, which is confusing because I didn't know she knew I was having a rubbish week. It was incredibly sweet though. I've never really felt as though a teacher cared about me before. 
I have since spent 2 hours out in the -700000 degrees weather, filming for my media prject, but I don't even care because I was thinking about the fact that my teacher did that for me.
Heh.
Track: Bad Day - Daniel Powter
