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Jun 24, 2005 20:54

schools over... or is it?
yeah, so i get my report card, not very impressed with my marks, but theres no way i didn't get honours, yet... wheres my certificate? they seem to have forgotten me so now i must go back in next week to sort things out. so its still not over. but thats not all, my african mark is ridiculously low. so i go see him, and i'm kinda upset, i mean i never expected to get more than honours but its still a little unsettling, its stupid i know, but i've become accustomed to a certain caliber of grades... so then i find out that garagan has apparently lost a whole bunch of my assignments and i'm starting to cry while searching through the pile of assignments for the 10th time, (sooo awkward) so i leave him to search through his things so of course i have to go in next week to sort that out... then i go to say goodbye to spraggs, cue more crying, ok sobbing, but he was tearing up too!
then lilly, matt and i go back to my place, matt wants to smoke up so i give him some stuff we have left over. and then he's like "what do i have to go out and smoke it by myself?" and i'm like "fine i'll keep you company" so i'm standing there, upwind from the smoke even, and even so... i mean i didn't even come close to it! but suddenly i'm giggling like mad and cursing matt kehoe. I mean thats just pathetic!
anyway, after walking around for a bit, then back to my place, matt goes to work, we go for more walkies... and i do the math, if garagan fixes my mark i get honours with distinction. but wait... garagan doesn't have to fix my mark! i got a freaken 89.8 even with the messed up af/can mark. the school bloody well forgot about me! or did they? maybe it was planned! "oh looks like we've got an environmentalist on our hands! we'll have to squash out all her credibility" ok, i don't really believe that, but does the fact that i even thought that out make me paranoid? oh crap! i'm paranoid that i'm paranoid! the vicious cycle!
all right, i'm going to go dissolve into my own little puddle of conspiracies.

yours truly, anna
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