This evening, my school has organised a “formal” for the year 10s and 11s. I foolishly agreed to attend this “formal” when the organisers were desperately trying to get the numbers. I promised umpteen times that I would go, I paid the deposit, I even collected the ticket. Unfortunately, I neglected to do one thing. I neglected to buy a dress.
I have mentioned before the extent to which I really hate clothes shopping. That’s because I do. I loathe it. It’s horrible. It’s almost as bad as shoe shopping. For that reason, I procrastinated on buying a dress. It was in the back of my mind — “Hey, I really should get one of those dress things soon…” — but I couldn’t bring myself to actually go and get one.
It was yesterday I realised that the situation had turned into an emergency. Read on…
I have to admit that I find it mildly disconcerting when my laptop starts acting of its own accord.
See, I am a bad person and I usually leave my laptop on overnight, despite all the carbon emissions I’m sure this creates. I do put it to sleep before going to bed, but still. It’s on. Perhaps this disruption to my sleep is karma’s way of saying, “Fight global warming, dammit!” Read on…
At two this afternoon, I emerged from a neighbouring school’s assembly hall, finally free. My International Studies exam was over. There is absolutely nothing more I can do to boost my mark, except perhaps to uncover the identity of all the International Studies examiners and brainwash them into giving me full marks on the exam. That sounds extremely difficult, highly illegal and ultimately impossible, so I’m not going to do that. Even if I did find a way to manage it, I think the guilt I’d feel as a result would drive me insane, and that would definitely not help me with my goal of getting into university.
As for the exam itself? Well, it could have been better, but that’s not to say I think I did badly. All exams could be that little bit better, especially essay-driven ones like International Studies. There is no such thing as a perfect essay, so there is no such thing as a perfect International Studies exam. Not that I really think I approached perfection. Nope, thoroughly middle of the road was I. Read on…
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