My paper's were finished sometime ago. My marks have been given out and checked. My Maths, Science and English were substantial, though not to my wish. My Tamil however, was extremely bad. The 26 mark deprovement was not just depressing but distressing. Myself, having acheived the acceptable grade of 80 for Tamil the last year( P5), have more then a little dropped.
My mother has fretted about my extremely horrible results. I honestly did put in effort! Ok, maybe I didn't.
These past few days have been hell as I have barely caught a wink. Sleeping at 1, and waking up at 5 is extremely inconvenient. Though my school is just next to my home, I refuse to walk home. Meaning I have to wake up at the crack of dawn. Which is why I take full advantage of the weekend to keep late mornings.
Anyway, the number of Autograph books that I have written in is un accountable. Anyway, Clara and I were making up a list of teachers that were to be killed so far. Then I wrote a complain teacher to _________. My friends fell over the floor laughing. My Social Studoes project, which had been due to be started a month ago has not been touched. My wonderful., sweet friends made me group leader as I was the one absent on the first day of meetings. Do you know what it is about??? RICE! Dammit, how are we supposed to do that?
Anyway, in Clara's compo her main character is MR PATRICK ENG(Get it, PL lites?)
I am now listening to Mr Brightside by The Killers. *Bobs head up and down in tune* So, the pretense of studying has been broken as my facade of cool,(Which I think is perfect) was changed when my mother came home while I was watching TV. ( Winnie The Pooh) You gotta love Tigger.