Life, the universe...
Just in case anyone really needs to know where I'll be week after next:
Date Time Room No. Students Subject Wed 2nd Nov 8.15 - 10 am Ce 34 27 IB Spanish AB Initio Y11 Wed 2nd Nov 11.15 am - 1 pm Ce 35/36 Total 75: 44 IB English A1 Y11 - Set 1-3 Thur 3rd Nov 8.30 - 10.15 am Ce 38/39 35 IB History Y11 Mon 7th Nov 11.15 am - 1 pm Ce 32/33 55 IB Maths Methods SL Y11 - Paper 1 Wed 9th Nov 8.30 - 10.15 am BJ Hall 40 IB Biology Y11 (calc and ruler)
Or just for my reference, whatever.
I feel like I'm in a juicer. Or a blender. Today just got steadily worse, from having to wake up early after very few hours of sleep, to maths in which I understood not a thing despite the fact that it was a reveiw of everything we've already covered, to the English lesson that wouldn't end in which we analysed a passage from Remembering Babylon, the boringest book in the whole world, to the biology lesson in which I recieved a 43% on the homeo-repro test (although apparently we're allowed to add 10% in everything but reality, so I passed in my head), to Miss Donnoli giving us homework to me now sitting in the library reading my exam timetable and realising that I am in no way prepared for any of them, and the worst one is not even maths, but history. I haven't had any energy all day. I'm like a sea anenome. I'm underwater. I can hardly breathe.
I fucked up on Wednesday night, for the first time ever. I knew it was going to happen. I opened my mouth and something very much NOT like the intended note came out. The rest of it went ok, though, so I guess I have that to be thankful for. Yesterday was mildly enjoyable, if only because we went to Southbank during the break to celebrate Rosie's birthday. Everyone's turning 17 around me. I feel about 10 years old half the time. Not old enough to be doing exams or writing essays on how single-party states influenced education.
I finished Eldest, probably the best thing about today so far. Roran is stronger than Eragon in so many ways, despite Eragon's power, he even admits it himself. Even though the main reason I like the books is because they're pure plot, and something happens on every page (unlike Remembering Babylon) I'd probably be able to find stuff if we did a passage analysis from it. We should do a fantasy passage, at least once. What I think I should do it somehow let something I have written float into Miss Gill's possession, brainwash her into giving it to us as a passage analysis and then seeing what happens.
Friday-at-four will probably make me feel better, even though I'm really not in the mood, I'd rather go home and I feel like crying. I want to though, because I didn't go last week and there was the whole holiday.
I'm so tired. I thought that after the holidays that things would be better but it just got worse. I can't even help being involved in most of these things. I'm obligated to them. I have to take every opportunity that I can get beause unlike certain people, I can't NOT be involved in things and still get loads of opportunities. My parents don't get that. I don't even ge that. Networking is stupid, I hate it...
Spanish I know how to revise for. There are rules. I like rules. Same with biology, although the problem with homeo-repro of course was that we didn't KNOW most of the rules. History and English don't have nearly as many rules. It's all analytical. As for maths, I don't know how hard I should try. If I kill myself trying to learn all the stuff and pass, I will probably have wasted time since I'm moving to Studies next year. If I don't, I'll look and feel like a complete idiot.
Shit, this was a bad day. Is this how some people feel all the time? I couldn't stand it.