The Screwed Up Return, No. 2

I returned to tafe after suffering from a lot of work completion and to submit work and also getting over a depressing mind-funk from having an overdose of doubt of which I'm pretty much over right now. I've started submitting stuff again for both ReAKT! Magazine (this month or the next, because of the bi-monthly thing going on) and of course for Symphony-Fragments of which I'll be submitting tidbits from Von Die Fesseln Von Versklavung Zu... (From The Chains Of Enslavement To...) just keep the thing breathing. I'm deciding whether or not I should keep The Phonetographs moving or not due to the lack of posting there lately or move it to this account if possible just to keep it. Apparently not much is going on in terms of tafe because of the Easter/Anzac/Non-Contact and the then-unknown Lecturer's Training Day thingy (notification thanks to the last lecturer for Friday's class, Brendan Hibbert and Kurt Fischer (who I rang) from Monday's class telling me that it was a virtual holiday and "not to bother" coming down, but it's still project week for us. Kevin Mack was in hospital yesterday when I got down to his first class. I didn't get any more information from my fellow students about it, or Jay for that matter. I just got back from driving and I listened with interest and tried to restrain from giggling as he told me about the time when he tried pigeon pie. I would like to try but the Bird Flu Scare prevents people from doing such a thing freely these days I'm afraid. On a more serious note, what the hell is happening with our beloved education system? I'm thinking that thanks to that Ravlich woman, the OBE system is starting to get really screwy and I think the kiddly-winks from year seven will be shoved unwillingly straight to year 8, which is a high school year which is downright bogus! The People From Up On High are really starting to "fuck the system" now, eep!