A collection of days, more like in my school life…
Starting with Tuesday. Why Tuesday? PE. I could leave it at that. We’re doing basketball. (Funny, right? How am I supposed to get a good mark doing basketball?) And, for the record, I’m not as bad at it as I thought I would be. I’m worse.
We were lining up to do a game from practising shooting the ball. And everyone wanted to verse Mime. I’m not popular, or sporty for a fun game. Oh, no. Easy victory if you verse me. Anyone want to make me feel good?
Eventually I asked the teacher what to do to get a good mark in basketball when you can’t play. She said give it a go, and try. They always say that. And kids still get bad marks.
So I have taken that to mean, “Run up and down the court, in the direction of the ball. Every time you get close to it, swing your arms around, and never stop looking like you know what you’re doing. Then, and only then, will you get a decent mark.”
We had art in the afternoon, which should have been fun, as we now have a super-fun looking assessment to work on. I get to make an Anselm Kiefer style painting. He was a pretty good artist, post World War II, and he painted with weird stuff like straw, lead, charcoal, acrylic, shellac, and clay. Oh, and sand. And burlap. Like I said. Fun painting.
I did a lot of research on Monday afternoon for the biography side of it. Saved it all to my USB stick. Took it to school. Or so I thought. Turns out we spent two periods in the computer lab, working on our biographies, with incredibly slow internet. And no well-stocked USB stick. I was so mad at myself. I had to do another part from scratch, and entertained myself for the whole time. Part of that was drawing a girl in my class (what can I say? I was bored) and in the end, I ran out of time to get her face right, so her ear and eyes are out of line. So my drawing looks demented.
Skipping to Thursday….
I like Thursdays. We have double period music on Thursdays. I was on the piano, thumping out the four chords of Tainted Love, our song for the term. Going well. I guess.
Then — terror — they convinced me to sing. Now, I don’t sing. I mean, I sing in church. I taught myself to sing alto in church (with my mum’s help), and I hit the right notes the vast majority of the time. But sing? Rock? You have got to be kidding me. But they had me up there, singing, and I had no idea how. The teacher told me to. Like they didn’t already have a million girls clamouring to use their fake-sounding-singer-star voices. I still don’t know how they conned me into singing that.
We had D&T. But not with belt sanders and drills (phew) and we were in the computer lab, making DVD covers. Or a game cover. Either way. Now me, taking excellent initiative (or ordinary genius) asked if I could make a book cover instead. Ulterior motives were involved. He said sure.
And I think he was marginally impressed when I wrote the preparation essay talking about a science-fiction book in a post-apocalypse dystopian world…
So may I present to you my book cover…don’t mind the Harper Collins publishing symbol. I needed to have bar codes ($9.99–cheap, aren’t I?) and symbols. I picked Harper Collins, because who wouldn’t go with the best? And Cait’s endorsement…I was on the spot. So I made it up. And, it’s only half true. Thanks anyway, Cait.
Oh, and “Why doesn’t the blurb have names in it?” I’m not clever with names, so not for copyright reasons. There’s a boy in my class called Matt, and it would look weird otherwise. So nameless he be.
So without further adieu, here is my book cover! Isn’t it gorgeous? I’m so proud of it. If the book turns out as cool as the cover did, I’ll be happy.
Yes, so the only problem is, I don’t have a book to go inside it. But hey. I’d like to say, “It’s the cover that counts”, but people seem to like that phrase, “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Wonder why…