Three-Six-Five

Hello, work [365+1]

Harry Pears — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 20:44:49 +0000

My text books (not including one of my Chemistry ones, which I do not yet have).

Mechanics 1, Core Mathematics 1, Chemical Ideas, Physics 1.

The book in the background is Hubble: Imaging Space and Time which I am yet to have a proper look at.

All of these text books, plus my folder, paper, pencil case, lunch etc are needed tomorrow. It wouldn’t be so bad, but I have two maths teachers tomorrow, thus two text books. >_<

I feel grown up.

And with that,

Harry Pears — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 20:30:43 +0000

on day 365 minus three, I bid you farewell.

Without becoming too clichéd; what a year.

Thank you, loyal readers, the two of you, for reading.

And, Michael, thank you for providing a (relatively) safe home for my young little photographs.

I can’t end like this. With no mighty exit, no big chunks of text and no tears.

Which is a good thing, because I have not yet taken 365 photos. August the 5th, 14th and 15th do not have photos. Whilst this means I did not complete the project of “taking a photo a day for a year”, it means there is room for improvement for next time.

Watch this space. January 2011. Are you ready?

Life is like a box of matches

Harry Pears — Sun, 05 Sep 2010 20:19:03 +0000

And a bad analogy is like a leaky screwdriver.

We’re from the internet and we’ll BSOD your Mac

Harry Pears — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 22:59:55 +0000

As well as laugh at lines in Scott Pilgrim which no one else finds funny. And visit castles and build better castles out of the wooden blocks in place to entertain young children. And have the police take the details of one of our group. And be generally lovely people.

Hang Me Up To Dry

Harry Pears — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 22:59:49 +0000

It turns out the new timetable person at school is incompetent. After being told that maths was incorperated in the further maths lessons, they sill went and put 18 maths lessons on my timetable.

I know have a new timetable with free periods and critical thinking. (And General Studies which I have been told not to attend…)

However, I do not have a new form tutor. I will have had the same guy for five years when I leave school. Which is in fact a very good thing.

All Growed Up

Harry Pears — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 22:59:48 +0000

Similar to the photo from the very start of this project, this shows some of the stuff I shall be taking with me to the first day of sixth form tomorrow.

I have a new key ring (of sorts), a new phone, new pens (same pencil case; now in its fourth year) and no bus pass.

Oh, and no uniform. Instead I shall be wearing my new jeans and Blink-182 European Summer 2010 tour tee.

Quack

Harry Pears — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 22:59:52 +0000

Family picnic at the lake. Marvelous.

Then a visit to school again, to collect an accurate timetable.

It turns out, however, that my timetable with eighteen maths lessons on is correct. But this can’t be, so the head of sixth form is going to check this with the head of maths so I should have an accurate timetable when I start back on Friday.

Farmyard

Harry Pears — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 22:59:46 +0000

I went into school today to ask about my timetable. Eighteen maths lessons a week seems slightly excessive, even for Further Maths. My sister had ten, for christ’s sake!

I then thought I would walk back a different route to normal. More direct, but more boring. Field after field after farm after field.

The First of the Autumnal Sunsets

Harry Pears — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 22:59:28 +0000

Today? Yesterday? After waking up at 3amBST yesterday, and not going to bed until about eleven, the day became all blurred. I thought it was today when I took this, but according to the date it was yesterday.

The Captain was to be known as “Err, Bob”

Harry Pears — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 22:59:02 +0000

The ferry journey was to be extremely fun.

Breakfast at 5amGMT.

Ninety minutes with four friends on a ferry in the early morning after a good week.

An etch-a-sketch had a penis drawn on it.

Then piling back on to the back row of the coach to endure ninety-two minutes of Alvin and the Chipmunks (who the hell thinks up these things!?).

I then copied the girls in front and decided to brush my teeth on the coach with a bottle of water. My brush wasn’t so successful. I also missed out on one of Chloe’s face-wipes because of this. =[