globes and maps
Oct. 12th, 2005 07:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spiderpigand so I'm just standing here by the sidelines waiting.
School was a bore today. I limped around school in my slippers (oh hearts) and then got pummelled emotionally and mentally by the essay outlines and brief exam post-mortems.
I DO NOT LIKE POST-MORTEMS KTHX VERY MUCH.
Like how I was severely panicking over my econs essay and wondering whether I'd do alright for my MCQ. And the news about History was appalling. Firstly dear Nic got an A for Cold War. OMFG LAH. I ALSO WANT AN A. I FUCKING DESERVE AN A LIKE THIS. Anyone who wants to hear me rant further on the horrible aftermath of promos can reach me through phone, sms or IM. I am in a state of comatose shock.
Then again we have to remind ourselves that an A for this promos is like E in real CJC standard. omfglah.i cannot lose to him!!
And so there is no school tomorrow!! Wah hoo kazoo people! The J2s are having their graduation ceremony and we J1s get a day off instead! To do PW actually, but my group's quite efficient. Thus tomorrow's a FREE DAY FOR US. HAHA.
Band today was alright lah, just insanely tiring doing all the library stuff. I'm glad the burden is lessening. Soon, hopefully, it won't be a burden. I'm bringing the method books to be binded tomorrow (ahhh there goes my moneh) and bringing it back to school on Saturday for alumni. I am not going for alumni practice. I am going there, putting the stuff and bringing my saxophone home. I dread the proficiency test.
But not as much as promo grades. I am deathly afraid. Deathly afraid.
It's ironic how I plan so many years and decades ahead of me, back-up plans and plan Bs and Cs all laid out and ready for me to pick up and go. Like how if I didn't make it to VJC, I'd come here. Or how if I didn't make it to any JC, I'd definitely go to do my Mass Comm. And how I planned so meticulously how many points I'd score for my Os, and how many As I'd score for my A Levels and which university I'd go to, and where I'd go if I didn't make it into my first choice. How I'd get into journalism straight after graduating, and if I couldn't, I'd go into either culinary arts or some other media-related job just to bid my time.
Funny how my plans, no matter how well thought out, are always changing.
and the globes and maps are all around me now
School was a bore today. I limped around school in my slippers (oh hearts) and then got pummelled emotionally and mentally by the essay outlines and brief exam post-mortems.
I DO NOT LIKE POST-MORTEMS KTHX VERY MUCH.
Like how I was severely panicking over my econs essay and wondering whether I'd do alright for my MCQ. And the news about History was appalling. Firstly dear Nic got an A for Cold War. OMFG LAH. I ALSO WANT AN A. I FUCKING DESERVE AN A LIKE THIS. Anyone who wants to hear me rant further on the horrible aftermath of promos can reach me through phone, sms or IM. I am in a state of comatose shock.
Then again we have to remind ourselves that an A for this promos is like E in real CJC standard. omfglah.
And so there is no school tomorrow!! Wah hoo kazoo people! The J2s are having their graduation ceremony and we J1s get a day off instead! To do PW actually, but my group's quite efficient. Thus tomorrow's a FREE DAY FOR US. HAHA.
Band today was alright lah, just insanely tiring doing all the library stuff. I'm glad the burden is lessening. Soon, hopefully, it won't be a burden. I'm bringing the method books to be binded tomorrow (ahhh there goes my moneh) and bringing it back to school on Saturday for alumni. I am not going for alumni practice. I am going there, putting the stuff and bringing my saxophone home. I dread the proficiency test.
But not as much as promo grades. I am deathly afraid. Deathly afraid.
It's ironic how I plan so many years and decades ahead of me, back-up plans and plan Bs and Cs all laid out and ready for me to pick up and go. Like how if I didn't make it to VJC, I'd come here. Or how if I didn't make it to any JC, I'd definitely go to do my Mass Comm. And how I planned so meticulously how many points I'd score for my Os, and how many As I'd score for my A Levels and which university I'd go to, and where I'd go if I didn't make it into my first choice. How I'd get into journalism straight after graduating, and if I couldn't, I'd go into either culinary arts or some other media-related job just to bid my time.
Funny how my plans, no matter how well thought out, are always changing.
and the globes and maps are all around me now
