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So I have started year 12. And so far it seems to be pretty cool; even if the majority of the lower years still have no respect for us, we all at least feel superior to them. My classes are all fine, and I’m aware that I’m going to have to work my arse off this year, but so far, I have this awesome feeling that I’m going to be able to handle it. :o)
In other news Leigh and I are kicking ourselves right now because coincidently the very week that my parents have gone away, his car broke down, and is going to be ‘in the shop’ for quite a while. He is really cranky that he has to pass up this golden opportunity, and gets mad every time I rub it in his face. Lol.
I’m actually missing my parents quite a lot. I’m worried for both of them. Worried that Dad isn’t going to get any better, and worried that Mum’s going quietly mad. I want to hug them both so much.
Whennnn is Dougy gonna get herrrreeeee....grr.