Time for another post!
Anyone who has stumbled across this blog may be wondering "Why has this kid, posted two different blog posts within an hour."
Well I warn you now brothers, the power a teacher is not to be underestimated they will crack their whip yelling at you in their strange Korean language. While they constantly cram pieces of paper on your desk which is already to small to hold a laptop and a work book combined with the people sitting next to you which gives me even less room. Why do most people insist on touching elbows together. But enough of my senseless rant about tables and elbows I shall now talk about my next topic. And to be blunt I have no idea what I can talk about seeing how I'm making this all up as I go and being such a boring person with anti-social skills not a great lot is happening in my life right now. (Who would of guessed)
But I'm starting to amass quite a few words so the teachers should skim over this accepting it for the most part.
I'll leave you with this

Work Experience
So I have to write a blog about my recent "Experience at the Work Place" even though I already had a job and was fully aware on how work-places work. Alas, it wasn't optional..
Post #1
At this point the morning before I start my first shift, I didn't even know where I was working. I was always told that I would be going to the Council building for Tourism, but that was all I knew. Before I knew it I was in a small room with someone I didn't know, being myself I hated every minute of it there is something about talking to people I don't know that just makes me feel extremely awkward.
But after awhile I got put in a fancy 2012 model Holden, I'll always remember this moment because it reminded me of a cockpit in a spaceship. It was unreal seeing 2012 car technology when I'm used to 2003 technology, anyway enough side-tracking. I was brought to what I thought was the train station but there was an entire different building connected it. The Visitor Information Centre, I never knew such small towns had tourism centre's. From memory of growing up I ran out of fun-exciting things to do in this town when I was 5.
My amazing skills of side-tracking an entire paragraph is amazing, I skill I never knew I had. Back to the point, I was at my new workplace. For the whole day I got to write numbers on a  post card and fold a bunch of papers. (yay)
Post #2
So it just came to my attention that my teachers are going to read this, I'm not sure if there going to accept all this pointless side-tracking to cover the fact I have the memory of a gold fish. But it's worth a try. Anyway back to Day #2 working with tourism, for majority of the day I played with a little white stress ball I found, without this thing my days would of been slow and painful. Day #3 was the slowest day of the entire week all I can remember was packing about 100 bags with paper. (Oh the Joy) The last two days I can't remember at all besides on Day #5 when I got insulted over the telephone because someone didn't receive their mail.
Finished,
now my teachers will stop nagging me for old work.