History Controlled Assessment | eggfriedfreedom's Blog

Yesterday was the second of my eight hours planning and writing time for my GCSE history controlled assessment. However, i really was not in the mood. I wrote something rather bizarre to pass the time, and as i'm currently procrastinating having a shower and getting ready to go out i felt as though i would share it's obscurity here. As you can probably tell it wasnt planned or structured or meant to be anything in particular.. but it just shows how strangely my mind works when im left to my own devices.

"History Controlled Assessment Planning (into) 
   In terms of escalating the troubles during the period 1968-1998, Bloody Sunday was definitely up there with the big dogs. But you must remember that the humble canine is a very sociable animal indeed. Consider the domesticated pet dog, be it an old bedraggled Jack Russell plodding heartwarmingly after your neighbour's (the really fit one)'s own black lab at the park (you promise you hadnt trained him to do that so you had an excuse to go c hat her up. Queer.) .. Or the mighty wolf, stealthily searching for it's prey in the depths of the Canadian forrest, backed up by its posse of bare hench punk as wolf mates, the LAD's of the animal kingdom as the wonderous Charles Darwin once named them i do beleive. What i'm trying to say, is that there was a load of other shit that escalated whatever the troubles actually were. That's probably my worst ever analogy. What i'm also trying to say is that i could not care any less about this ridiculous GCSE coursework anyway.
   I'm not going to simply say OMGLOL HISTORY IS SOOO BORING XD !! xoxoxo because for one i am relatively educated and would rather have the British Troops victimize my own poor Nationalist Catholic family (im actually very British but thought id include something vaguely relevent to the title ((actually i have a theory that im part chinese which i might explain later (((because this has no structure of plan if you hadnt already gathered))))...than speak in such an aemobic manner. And TWO; despite me personally finding the subject of History pretty fucking dull, i appreciate that not everyone sharest he same tastes blahblahblah etc make love not ware lalala. I mean im pretty sure there are a few people sat in this room who are genuinely enjoying themselves! Kates into this kinda thing, yknow like...education. Rose likes history too, shes sat next to me, but shes alraedy told me shes "not in the mood" for this.. i agreed, so shes probably quite perturbed as to how/why ive almost written a whole side of A4 on Nothern Irelands historical problems already. H a a h a h a how little they know. This is hysterically amusing, yet slightly worrying. Does this count as talking to myself? BEcause i dont intend on giving this to.. ANYONE INVOLVED INTHE IRA. SO who WAS "in the right?" This question can be viewed from too very different perspectives - but can it ever be truly ANSWERED my fellow potato consuming little leprechauns?
   Sorry, the end of that paragraph was a cover up because my teacher came over. Where was i? I doubt it matters anyway.
     NEW PEN ALERT!!!!!!! Charlotte wont be getting this back any time soon.
   On a completely unrelated and slightly more mature(ish) note, i have recently been researching the German philosopher Friedrich Nietszche (apologies if that isnt spelt quite right) in my own spare time. I use the term 'spare time' very loosely because it's actually just the time that i should be spending doing actual schoolwork. This history lesson for example, i could quite easily refer to this as spare time. Anyway, Friedrich Nietszche. I Dont know a lot about him, but a solid 3 hour wikipedia spree Last Friday Night (props to you and such a catchy single Katy Perry) lead me on an enriching and glorious voyage through paragraphs and paragraphs about Nihilism, Solipsism, Soren Kirkegaard, Existentialism, various German anecdotes, titles of fascinating books which i know in reality im never actually going to get round to reading but, oh man, it was great. Felt bare nerdy, ennit.
   Just seen the time, break time! That wasnt real enthusiasm. School would be better with no breaktime, just get the 'learning' done and go the fuck home, thats what i say. Ahwell, its cake friday. The best kind of Friday. Not the best kind of cake though. Chocolate fudge sponge, i would elope with you gladly."