So today when I was waiting with my Extended Essay supervisor, my old english teacher came up to say hi. He hosts poetry competitions at my school, and I won first place for the middle school one about 1-2 years ago. I was going to enter this year, but I missed the deadline. My english teacher asked me if I had been writing more poetry lately, and I told him I had a couple....and he said 'just come over and show me them anytime, I'd be happy to look over them'. He's such a nice teacher :3
For me, having a nice teacher makes all the difference in the subject. Take my current maths teacher for example. I had him as my teacher when I first came to the school, because I was getting A's and A* in maths at my last school. But in his class I found it difficult to follow the lessons, and I didnt particularly like Mr B, who seemed to make no effort to help me understand, even though it was blatent that I wasnt getting it. Eventually I was dropped to one of the bottom sets. 2-3 years later I was getting A's in maths again because I got on well with my old maths teacher, and he explained his lessons well. I then got an A for my maths, and when I started maths International Baccalaureate, I had to take a test for maths to see which set I should be in. I got put back in Mr B's set (2nd top set) and suddenly my grades have fallen again. They're not as bad as they were in 3rd year, but I still find it difficult to understand Mr B, and he still makes little effort to help me. This was shown all too clearly when he told my parents in a parent teacher meeting that 'it wasn't his fault I was doing badly, I was just lazy and didnt want to work'. Which my parents know is completely untrue, and so do I.

Anyway, i felt like posting some of my poetry :3

Here is the one i won the Middle School Poetry Competition with:

Futile Anticipation

Sitting in a waiting car,
In the eternal line of angry rest,
Watching ice-breath come from my
Changeling brother's chattering mouth.
The touch of sticky leather beneath my fingertips,
Expecting at any moment,
A glittering palace to come rising from the
Sludge grey smog emitted by the
Thrumming humdrum monsters squatting
Bumper to licence plate along the weary road,
Where tangible impatience
Shivers in the ice kissed air.
As i turn to slowly watch the
Condensation beads weave themselves down the
Mildew coloured glass,
I see with my fathers conspiratorial nod,
That the building of pure crystal glass,
Is taken from my waiting gaze.

And these are two i wrote recently:

Fireworks

Hoist me high on Atlas' shoulder
Into the thick dark night.
Bobbled heads surrounding my feet
The sombre stars above.
Fluid light bubbles and froths in hot spring gushes
Before slicing and whistling up in a shrill shriek.
The thunder-boom rattles out my voice,
But through scream blazes
Magnesium melded flames
Scattering cinder-feathers
Which fizzle softly away.
Don't go.
Stay and set fire to the dark,
Toast the fat marshmallow moon,
And let the stars dance.

Conscious Dreaming

I sit
And watch the disjointed moving of my toe.
It's rose madder nail stands shining
In the hushed whiteness of sunlit bedsheets.
Outside,
Fluid drone sinks into subconscious,
Along with the still-lingering scent
Of last night's perfume.
Jeans lie,
Crumpled and cobalt,
Like a sheet set in plaster of paris
For an artist's still life.
The faint tingling of half-burnt skin,
Keeps me from un-answered dreams.
I contemplate movement,
But find that all i have,
Is concentrated in the end of
My left foot.

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I finished an oil painting today!! well, im thinking of maybe doing a little more work on the biggest leaf on the far left, and maybe the left eye? but aside from that im all done XD It took about 2-3 weeks time to do, when i painted during my art lessons and sometimes during breaks and after school on Thurdays.

The model is my little sister. She's about 8 yrs old, and too photogenic for her own good XD always lets me take pictures of her though....she's a good model. I used her for my art gcse final piece and got an A* on the piece (too bad my coursework brought me down to an A'' T_T)

anyway, here's the picture >.< :



(thanks to Toowit for the image link)

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Out of all the disgusting things i have ever had to dissect...hearts, lungs, kidney, maggots *shudder*, the most horrible thing was the pigs trotter we dissected in biology today. It had hair between its toe, and the end of the trotter was like a devil's foot (or how i would imagine a devil's foot to look like).
I think what made it so bad, was that it really hit home that it was part of a once living creature. Before when you dissect hearts or internal organs, it's dissociated from the fact that it is part of an animal. You know it came from an animal, but it doesnt hit home. But with the trotter, i didnt even want to touch it, let alone slice off the skin and look at the joints and cartilage >.<
It smelt so bad, i washed my hands three times and i could still smell it on my hands. Sometimes id just breathe in and id be able to smell it. I am way to sqeamish to ever be a surgeon, if i had that much trouble with a pig leg, how would i ever be able to cut into a human?? So much for my parents dream of my being a doctor XD
Although my bio teacher said that once i actually did it, i cut it very well....and that mine was the most aesthetically pleasing XD so now im considering taking pictures of dissected animal parts for my next art project. It would fit, the theme of my I.B art work has to be 'beauty', so i could do something on the beauty of the cuts into the carcass, and the symmetry of a perfect opening vs. the ugliness of death...

If i ever end up taking pictures of my dissections, ill post them for you guys to see XD just sharing the squeamishness.....

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Apparently i have to get a new school skirt now....because my current one is too short...

We have a teacher at our school - Miss Homewood - who is basically the uniform police. Im not kidding, she's about 5ft and she scares the living daylights out of me. Everytime she passes me a shiver of fear runs down my spine and i have to do a mental check that iv got my shirt tucked in and my jumper covered up...as apparently my jumper is illegal too...luckily she seems to have forgotten she told me to get rid of it...

Anyway, i was walking along, minding my own business, and she marches up to me to yell that my skirt is 'indecent, and not a school skirt'. Because it is more than 3 inches above my knee. I wore this skirt all last term and she never mentioned it before. So really, i should be allowed to wear it, as my legs have blatently just grown over half term. Or my knees have dropped. Either way, its not my fault the skirt appears to be short...

Oh well, at least she didnt threaten me like she did another female friend, where the poor girl was told 'if you wear that skirt again, i shall take it off you and burn it'. And before that, when she was walking up the stairs 'your skirt is so short i can see up it'. Of course, the arguement is that Miss Homewood is just so vertically challenged she is at the right angle to see up my friend's skirt, and it has nothing to do with length XD

She still got a new skirt though....even though it was rebelliously see-through...

It just goes to show....Funsized people CAN strike the Fear of God into others XD

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So, this is my first ever blog entry....its going to be short....

because i just got back from an 8 hour drive from France to England, and im only half awake at the moment. Plus it took me about half an hour to figure out how to write a blog entry. So im already slightly disorientated.....that never makes for good conversation from me....it makes for brain-dead ramblings....

Therefore, i thought id just do a quick blog entry. To set the ball rolling and that.

Hi. Im Emma. Im not very good at describing myself....i will go and find someone to do it for me....by bullying uh, politely asking them to help me with my profile....

So hopefully my profile should be better soon. Or at least stop saying that im a man T_T

Before i go to get rid of the sleep deprived craziness, does anone know what to do whenyour ipod has crashed? Because i tried plugging it into my computer and all but it didnt do anything to it. My Ipod is my life. I will be inconsolable if i break another one

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