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I've been in such an ood mood this entire week. And yesterday, the last day of the art exam, was just fucking surreal. We were doing our exam and then during break we all had to go get results from earlier modules we had done in January. (I gotta B in my Politics that I thought I failed)
A whole shitload of people in my year and the year above me failed. Out of the 8 people getting results in my art class, 3 got above a C.
So the rest of the day was spent trying to distract those that hadn't done so well away from the results. All fucking bollocks. What the fuck was the school playing at, giving the results out during the day?!
Ah me. The rest of the day was spent comforting other 6th years + art exam + homework = me + tears. I went home, told my dad (who didn't quite get why I was upset - thought I was feeling guilty over passing) and cried.
Today my brother failed his 3rd history exam and was devasted as you would guess. My aunt, his classroom assisstant, talked to him and then he was crying and told her how well I was doing and how I made everything look so easy to learn. Christine then phoned down to art to tell me this, I managed to stay composed and then sobbed when the phone was put down. Poor Mrs. Palmer and Joeleen didn't have a clue what to do with me.
I think it's been this week has drained me so much that I was bound to start crying sooner or later.
Plus ovaries do NOT = ratings.
On the plus side Jack and Cerios came out cool on the bag. Blu didn't but I'm working on it; Seffryn's chin needs reworking and I have to redo Merlot's hair.
I have Julian, Judas' head, Dei and Ra'ote to do. But not tonight. Instead I'm going to draw a Sharlia/Kathryn pic or something. I'm loving Sharlia/Kathryn. Also loving Karachi-ness. She just rules.
Hahahahaha. Elijah Wood and Graham Norton know all about the pervy hobbit fancier's pictures on the net. It amused me most highly. ~_^
I need to get my scanner working.
I need to revise my Politics notes on pressure groups.
I need to ship Zalan's really cool bithday gift off + leave in my application form for Safeways.
I need to sleep a lot.
I think I may just do said things.
A whole shitload of people in my year and the year above me failed. Out of the 8 people getting results in my art class, 3 got above a C.
So the rest of the day was spent trying to distract those that hadn't done so well away from the results. All fucking bollocks. What the fuck was the school playing at, giving the results out during the day?!
Ah me. The rest of the day was spent comforting other 6th years + art exam + homework = me + tears. I went home, told my dad (who didn't quite get why I was upset - thought I was feeling guilty over passing) and cried.
Today my brother failed his 3rd history exam and was devasted as you would guess. My aunt, his classroom assisstant, talked to him and then he was crying and told her how well I was doing and how I made everything look so easy to learn. Christine then phoned down to art to tell me this, I managed to stay composed and then sobbed when the phone was put down. Poor Mrs. Palmer and Joeleen didn't have a clue what to do with me.
I think it's been this week has drained me so much that I was bound to start crying sooner or later.
Plus ovaries do NOT = ratings.
On the plus side Jack and Cerios came out cool on the bag. Blu didn't but I'm working on it; Seffryn's chin needs reworking and I have to redo Merlot's hair.
I have Julian, Judas' head, Dei and Ra'ote to do. But not tonight. Instead I'm going to draw a Sharlia/Kathryn pic or something. I'm loving Sharlia/Kathryn. Also loving Karachi-ness. She just rules.
Hahahahaha. Elijah Wood and Graham Norton know all about the pervy hobbit fancier's pictures on the net. It amused me most highly. ~_^
I need to get my scanner working.
I need to revise my Politics notes on pressure groups.
I need to ship Zalan's really cool bithday gift off + leave in my application form for Safeways.
I need to sleep a lot.
I think I may just do said things.
