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organisation is a strange feeling
Tink, m'dear - what's happening on Thursday? I need to convince my mother to let me have the car.
First line maths test. Done. We shall never speak of it again.
Second line maths test. Done. Marginally better.
Chemistry test
[*bitch* Which would be a whole lot easier to study for if Mrs Fry actually told us what was IN the test and didn't blather and confuse us all. I hate this. I like chemistry, I understand the concepts very easily and I always score highly. But I now associate it with stress, because this year not only do I have to teach myself out of the textbook, I also have to teach the rest of the class, because she simply cannot communicate the theory properly. */bitch*]
However, you know what? I'm the precarious position of actually liking my subjects at the moment. Nobody breathe, I might fall off.
I came home from school today to find that my mother had spent most of the afternoon sitting on the couch perving on the men's gymnastics. Proud of her, if a little disturbed. Went to Woden to buy much-needed assorted bits 'n' pieces (gloves, hairties, mascara, maths book, folder paper, present for Sarah, earrings for formal). Stood at the bus stop sipping skinny caramellatte and juggling bags.
I have now submitted my UAC application, entered my preferences (a grand total of 2, how depressing), applied online for the National Undergrad Scholarships and printed off the referees' forms for the PhB application. *is organised liek wo*
Meme! I did this a while back but only did my PotC fic...
Ask for DVD-style commentary on any of my fics. And ye shall receive.
In other news, my father backed Tybalt the Truck into my poor Clio O_O
Chemistry test
[*bitch* Which would be a whole lot easier to study for if Mrs Fry actually told us what was IN the test and didn't blather and confuse us all. I hate this. I like chemistry, I understand the concepts very easily and I always score highly. But I now associate it with stress, because this year not only do I have to teach myself out of the textbook, I also have to teach the rest of the class, because she simply cannot communicate the theory properly. */bitch*]
However, you know what? I'm the precarious position of actually liking my subjects at the moment. Nobody breathe, I might fall off.
I came home from school today to find that my mother had spent most of the afternoon sitting on the couch perving on the men's gymnastics. Proud of her, if a little disturbed. Went to Woden to buy much-needed assorted bits 'n' pieces (gloves, hairties, mascara, maths book, folder paper, present for Sarah, earrings for formal). Stood at the bus stop sipping skinny caramellatte and juggling bags.
I have now submitted my UAC application, entered my preferences (a grand total of 2, how depressing), applied online for the National Undergrad Scholarships and printed off the referees' forms for the PhB application. *is organised liek wo*
Meme! I did this a while back but only did my PotC fic...
Ask for DVD-style commentary on any of my fics. And ye shall receive.
In other news, my father backed Tybalt the Truck into my poor Clio O_O
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