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I'm not dead. Just - wrung out, high strung and oh-so-very tired. And the exams aren't over yet. I haven't checked this account in weeks, haven't read the flist (sorry!) and so I have no idea what's happening around here at all.
Cambridge screwed up the biology paper - and consequently screwed up my puny brain. Getting an entire graph wrong; getting the concepts all topsy-turvy and then apologising for the mistake in the newspaper and promising 'appropriate measures' isn't going to help much, fuck them. At this rate I'll never make it into college.
Plus, probably going to apply for the creative arts programme, so need to gather a writing portfolio, yada yada, by Jan! Humanities scholarship application also pending (god knows I need the money, parents both aren't working), the waiting is just killing me.
*isstressedtoaninchofherlife*
*facepalms* sorry for the RL overdose
Cambridge screwed up the biology paper - and consequently screwed up my puny brain. Getting an entire graph wrong; getting the concepts all topsy-turvy and then apologising for the mistake in the newspaper and promising 'appropriate measures' isn't going to help much, fuck them. At this rate I'll never make it into college.
Plus, probably going to apply for the creative arts programme, so need to gather a writing portfolio, yada yada, by Jan! Humanities scholarship application also pending (god knows I need the money, parents both aren't working), the waiting is just killing me.
*isstressedtoaninchofherlife*
*facepalms* sorry for the RL overdose