There they were. The bins. They stood there like they had nothing else to do. Which obviously, they did. I mean, they must have something better to do. There was one thing that I noticed though. They were all identical apart from one. The litter bin. They all were a little different, but mainly the same, green bins with little pictures. All of them apart from the litter bin. The litter bin was grey with a single word, ‘Litter.’ In a way I kind of felt sorry for it. After all it was the odd one out. But I guess that’s ridiculous, because litter bins don’t have feelings.
I put my hand in the box and felt. It was slimy, gooey and sticky. It was disgusting! It felt like… I don’t even know! It was way to gross for words! My hand shot right out of that box. I don’t even know why I agreed to do this. Probably the worst decision I have ever made in my entire life. Worse than when I was three and I decided that I needed to see how long I could go for holding my breath. Okay, that might have been the slightest bit worst, but still, it was putrid.
Most science about molecules, elements and atoms is reserved for the last few years of high school. In this school, kids who are 8 and 9 years old are learning about the same things. I wonder if other schools will follow this ones example. Not enough Australian kids are studying science in high school. Why aren’t enough kids studying science in high school? Do they think that it is boring? And what are ‘quantum mechanics’ ?
- Most science about molecules, elements and atoms is reserved for the last few years of high school.
- In this school, kids who are 8 and 9 years old are learning about the same things.
- Not enough Australian kids are studying science in high school.
- Why aren’t enough kids studying science in high school?
- Do they think that it is boring?
- I wonder if other schools will follow this ones example.
Finally school is starting! For most kids this would be terrible. But for me, it’s a relief. I have had the worst holidays ever! It all started on the first day of holidays, two weeks ago.
* * TWO WEEKS EARLIER. * *
‘Mum? Are you ready?’ I ask. ‘Ready for what darling?’ Mum replies, apparently clueless. ‘The plane? We’re going to America remember?’ I say. ‘Oh, Umm I cancelled the flight.’ Mum mumbles. ‘WHAT?! NOOOOOOOOO!’ I cry. My annoyance with Mum for cancelling our trip started as a little spot of annoyance but the spot just grew and grew. I hadn’t arranged anything so the holidays were spent watching television.