I Can't Think of a Relevant Witty Title

So, yesterday we played football for sixth form. On the astroturf on Station Park. Last week's debacle meant that Blackpool (when warming up) fecked up our pitch. Thanks for that, fellas. Now, with Horwich being Horwich, and Rivington and Blackrod Sixth Form being Rivington and Blackrod Sixth Form, the thought of having a reasonable demand, such as full size nets, was too great. So we used hockey nets. Not that I'm complaining, they're roughly two thirds the size, if that. My job is easier. Although the pitch was bigger, so everyone was stretched. My job is harder. So it evens out.

Anyway, we took the lead, through a goal that never was (imho, of course), a la Reading. Then they equalised with their 10th one on one, or summat like that. It went through my legs. Shoddy goalkeeping. I blame the pitch. They nearly took the lead via a mix up with me and a defender (I was letting it roll out for a goal kick, he tried to keep it in play, it let in their striker.) Thankfully a defender cleared it off the line. Second half we scored again towards the end. And in the last few minutes I finally made a real save that I was pleased with. They were through on their umpteenth one on one. He tries to lob and I push it over the bar (just).

Anywho, we hung on and won. Now, because life can't be nice to me for a full 24 hours, I got the proverbial kick in the bollocks the very next day. Today, that is.

Today, we got our results from our January exams. I resat two PE exams (got Ds in the originals). Got a C on one (22 marks more than before) and a D on the other (3 less than before... but I didn't revise). Now, I also took an English exam. Unlike my previous two, where I wasn't too sure as to what I was actually doing, and did piss all prep (I got 2 Cs), I actually knew what I was doing. And prepared for about a week (we had the reading materials a week beforehand).

I know what you're thinking. And no. No, I didn't get a higher score. I got an E. One mark off a D. But that's like saying you ALMOST held onto the soap in the prison showers and ALMOST didn't get gangraped. The exam was 2 hours long. The kicker? It was on Bolton Wanderers. If I was ever to go on mastermind, my topic would be Bolton Wanderers. I thought I did really well, meself (before today). I used to want to be a sports journalist. Evidentally I can't do it, so am right to change... but I digress (again). So now I may have to resit (I say may, because I heard on the grapevine that they're all being remarked. Rightly so, I definitely did more than 44 marks worth. I reckon the examiner couldn't read my writing proper and couldn't be arsed. If you happen to be reading, I am currently tracking your whereabouts so I can have a new, lifelike ventriloquist dummy). Guarantee the material will be on the Life and Works of Professional Paint Dryer Peter Johnson and the Joys of Quilt Making.

So I DO have a small lifeline. Although I'm not optimistic of them actually being remarked, or if they are, that my score will improve. That is all.


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